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walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet
walking in itself can be an easy task to complete
but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod
walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard
walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat
the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost
the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble
but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle
the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life
the hurricanes of financial and economic strife
the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations
the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications
we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams
but life has a way of going from one to another extreme
storms will come into your life at times when you least expect
but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject
walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do
but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you
so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat
and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat
just don't look down and walk without any doubt
and know in your heart that God will work it all out
when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel
but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel
when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith
and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face
walking on troubled waters during the storms of life
knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
Waves
Tsunamis rush across space and time, taking out all of reality,
leaving in their wakes remnants of the ethers spirit.
As day light hours subjugate dreams impressions
one wonders ?, where lies the true essence of ones life.
Might it be ?, the dreamers dream is his reality
and his perception of reality – but a dream ?
For some, a nightmare in either state
or both have been their fate.
Whatever the case might be ?. – for you and me,
we – in order to survive – will have to ride tsunamis wave
across time and space and make the best life , for us can be
until that day comes, when it all comes together in the grave.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 15th 2005
Her will be done
12/03/20110 Comments
SHE survived the ocean , and the wind,she put a simile on many faces. She survived The rain,She survived the earthquake and the tsunami,being tossed about on waves...swept away at sea ...and was returned back to her parents . "Who said girls aren't important"? Asians will respect this one. She is a symbol of what/and who is in charge ...must I , need I ...say more....No ,she has said it all when she washed ashore, and landed in the muck and the mire; Thru sheer desire,she willed her way home. Back into the arms that yielded her to the storms.
She told the story of loves blessed grace; She tells the story of the human race,cries from a tiny face; He heard the cries of this baby girl : She made the hard heart-ed smile..She is my she-ro . I smiled inside as my hope grew...convincing me that I ...should hold on too.She is the symbol of Hope for all this world. That when your will and Gods will, join as one...He heard the cries of this baby girl,and through it all her will was done.! See she was safe in her mothers arms, when this tsunami put her in the way of harm.She weathered the storm and sounded the alarm...She liked it better in those loving arms. So she floated,and was tossed around and yet, she willed her way back,back, to a place where she could be found...Her tiny voice, was barely heard ,but her will was stronger than tsunamis and oceans. And her small, small voice was finally heard....She is a symbol of mans will and Gods love. She is my She-ro. Inspired my the nameless baby girl Swept out to sea, and returned to her parents loving arms again. Write a poem for her poets...she was only 4months old
Death
kills not despair
emotion found in Hell
nor does it kill wrath
against life imperfect
kills driver's chance
instead
to turn wheel
to gratitude gear
before bodyless
descent
down
slippery slope
of no return
all stays static
in Hell
no need for change
in boring hell
only the perfect
ends there
life changes
from imperfect
to imperfect
teethless to toothless
biting teeth of winter ice
to birds' alarm chatter
stinking flowers
nourishing wasps
to blistering heat
of sun caprice
till autumn thief
robs trees
dry
men to cows
parasites
helpless baby
senseless pa
ignorant mass
mediocre at best
leaving carbon
footprints
and nothing else.
Elite's wealth
will rid earth
of the useless:
pestilence, wars,
famines, GMO's
contraception, abortion
secret weapons
of mass destruction
nuclear blasts,
perfected by nerds
to kill the herd.
Devil dimmed eyes
don't you see
it's suicide?
Nature won't stay deaf
adding its toll
to death
revenging blood
unjustly shed
shaking mountains
out of lap
sneezing objects
down from sky
clouds dry
no tears left to cry
volcano mouths
erupting
dragon breaths
sea belly vomiting
tsunamis
turning skyscrapers
to dirt
killing with one blast
good and bad.
Humble life
not claiming
to be perfect
content of doing
the correct
to continues God's
life breath on earth
rotating wheel
from baby to caretaker
circle cycling
different each time
light following night
crocus piercing snow
unafraid of dying
from ice
rain and sun
softening heart's clay
for seeds to sprout
melody of spring songs
in azure skies
God's image
of love
shouldering sin
waste
breathing out
life
pears and apples
with God's seeds
perpetual imprint
whispering of peace
its silence
one limb torn
from humanity body
even the stones will cry.
Satan hates life
mortal wound
to his pride
only God
can create and
resurrect life.
God's life breath
not destroyable by death
descends into the abyss
if Holy Spirit's flame
is blown out by sin
or ascends to Paradise
of joy eternal
if forgiven by Jesus Christ.
That is all
that matters
to No-Body
which in time
is everybody.
The end of the world is now nigh
the signs are all clear in the sky.
With tempest and storm
and tsunamis that warn
of disasters that leave all forlorn.
When the earth says enough is enough
and nature decides to play rough.
Devastation will reign
bringing slaughter and pain
awash with the blood of the slain.
So please heed the words that I say
and have fun while you can every day.
With fun, zest and zeal
find the joy you can steal
before meeting the earth’s final deal.
Let’s face up to our fate with a prayer
although we are faced with despair.
If we pray to our God
he may just spare the rod
letting you in with a wink and a nod.
Ivor G Davies
Nature! Our beloved 'Mother,' so gentle and benign
Gazes directed at our dear friend, the Sun, strike us blind...
Warm ocean currents lick the shoreline of a summer's day
That turn to raging tsunamis when earthquakes lead the way...
Gentle breezes caress the hair of lovers locked in tight embrace
Then twist about and torment as tornadoes grow apace...
Bright stars glisten o'er woodland lakes, on romantic moonlit nights
As deep forest's darkness traps lost souls in harrowing fright...
Woe unto those who venture past Nature's boundary markers
For they will surely meet with fates most grim, dark---and darker
Written By: D. Collins 5/29/25
With no magnetic field nor atmosphere.
Wouldn't radiation rain down everywhere?
What physics are involved with explosions in space?
And what would be the outcome of the human race?
Would it completely throw our moon out of whack?
Causing major tsunamis or have they thought about that?
I'm no genius but I have simple common sense.
Explosions in space will make something happen.
That irrational greed for the power over all.
Most likely would become our final downfall.
I can't be sure if out there other life exists.
If it does, I'm sure they're having none of it.
When the ravages of life came raging like hurricanes upon her gentle shores; When adversities like tsunamis came rocking, knocking, and rolling at her doors;
She did not ignore or turn them away but did her best to give them a happy day. When bad times, contrary news, and health issues hovered over her gentle soul;
she did not worry or fret, nor did her faith grow weak no matter the threat. Let come what may, she always knew that tests and trials never came to stay.
It's not that she was not human like all of us because her pains she did not mask. She simply knew that she would have the last laugh and nothing against her
would last. When others stood aghast and filled with dismay, with a smile she would always say these two lines:, "This too shall pass"; "And it came to pass".
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