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You're tough on yourself,
unnecessarily,
for what you've lost
and wish to have again.
Guess what?
You were never meant
to have whatever that is
in the first place!
You remain dejected
about the fork on the road
you never took.
Big deal.
You were never meant
to take that fork
to begin with!
There's no use
saddling yourself with what ifs.
Resign yourself to fate!
Everything happens for a reason.
Put regret
in your rearview mirror
and be at peace.
It shouldn't be
That enduring ghost
haunting you
time and time again
It shouldn't be
The strings puppeteering you.
Regret is a small fish
To be thrown back to the sea.
Date written and posted: 03/24/2019
As we live, the utility of life becomes like a shadow,
The universe unfolds like a canvas of hidden perfection,
Everything we call useful finds its essence in the eye of the beholder,
Uselessness reveals its value like a pearl in the depths.
To live is to open like a flower to new horizons,
Which expand the soul, enriching it with shades of light,
The longing to give becomes a search for an unseen meaning,
We embrace uselessness as a treasure of truths.
Within the duality of our desires lies a balance,
Fragile as a silk thread connecting the stars at night,
In the seemingly useless silence, we feel the hidden pulse of the world,
And we understand that each moment becomes an eternity.
Life transforms into a mosaic of experiences and contrasts,
Where the useful and the useless dance in cosmic harmony,
Creating a universe of deep and mysterious meanings,
That carries our soul towards higher and purer understandings.
I've been transformed by willingness, and a desire
to move forward without keeping sad things in mind.
Confident to smile with surprise and allowing love to flow in;
faces don't avoid my glances that were unfriendly and sullen.
Something that happens unexpectadly can give someone an unusual thrill;
I distrusted people who were different from me...having no character, no will.
Followed by my shadow, fear captured me to create unnecessary fright;
my room became my habitat and escape from a society claiming their plight.
With no friends to meet at cafes and local restaurants, I closed my windows,
prohibiting a glint of sunshine...assuming it wasn't meant for me, but for others.
Glued to a wide screen, watching documentaries of tragedies and unaviodable fates;
empathizing with them, and yet convinced that I shouldn't have been grabbing at straws.
Hackneyed words came out of my mouth, a habitue' of negative and dubitable thoughts;
and filled with their drudgery,I stopped listening to positive folks, thus, doubling my loads.
How can one be transformed by willingness? Discard the habits that amount to nothing;
find the source of your uselessness, and be inspired by all who have achieved their goal.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
"it aint over til the Phat Lady sings!" She said standing with her hands on her hips, in a boosy stance barking out orders.He often liked avoiding these types of insolents as they often were useless words.
A speech with clear insight and direction are often uselless words that arouse the uselessness of the people it is aimed toward.Breadwinning: Freelancing Moonlighting. took the steam out of his unironed shirt wrinkling the hold attire. He told a story about a man who told his wife he was tired of seeing her ex husbands name everytime he turned around. So one day he bought one of those lamanated boards with markers and erasers, he wrote the guys name on it and erased it feeling great that he shout-up everyone who would have said the name. My wife laughed at a joke he once told her, he said they were at the Mall and a fella asked to clean his windsheild he told him to scram, they got in the car a dude just started cleaning saying it's only $10.00 her husband moved the car a little and the guy scream, "Ah damn! : I'm Ode to Pussy, ya'll can't do that to me!" I was forreal give me a break, this guy is a jerk!
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Our Saviour* knows us and our genuine submissiveness
He did save our souls by His merciful graciousness
Now, He’s transforming us from sinfulness’ uselessness…
…Toward ways of holiness with His forgiveness’ effectiveness.
Our Saviour knows us and our humble position
He did justify our status by His redemptive adoption
Now, He’s rescuing us from transgressions’ destruction…
…Toward deeds of kindness with His workmanship’s sanctification.
Our Saviour knows us and our wholehearted sincerity
He did convert our perspective by His wise sovereignty
Now, He’s pulling us from worldliness’ vanity…
…Toward values of eternity with His leadership’s authority.
Our Saviour knows us and our confident stand
He did bend our will by His powerful hand
Now, He’s freeing us from selfishness’ demand…
…Toward sacrifices of service-errand with His Scriptures’ command.
Our Saviour knows us and our obedient paces
He did straighten our attitude by His righteous braces
Now, He’s separating us from haughtiness’ curses…
…Toward exaltation of worship-praises with His compassion’s forces.
Our Saviour knows us and our faithful stewardship
He did change our work-position by His offered relationship
Now, He’s nurturing us from humanistic friendship
Toward peacefulness in prayer with His blissful fellowship.
Our Saviour knows us and our eternal life history
He did grab our dead faith by His mighty victory
Now, He’s strengthening us from becoming weary…
…Toward expansion of soulwinning territory with His Gospel’s glory.
*Jude 1:25 To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.
Saturday is native to weddings and ceremonies
Of anxieties – patterned in coarse sputum of rain.
My friend Bonsy and his wife filled the calendar
With the uselessness of time, levelled against waste
As indicated by the clocks of dew-coated pavements
Of our yawning city.
Next to this was the arrangement of formalities which
Came with the attainment of stress. They haggled
Between themselves, the celebrants. Oh well, they haggled
For the benefits of the church from which the organ must
Sound, to welcome them – aisle-bound – among a congregation
That suits itself with the accoutrements of churchdom.
And the wedding proceeded amid the glare of the gentle
Sun, into whose ears the dulcet voice of the red organ
Poured. A postman once said to me, ‘If all posts bore
Wedding invitations, who would attend and who wouldn’t? ’
To which I turned my arms up, helplessly indicating my
Thoughtlessness to such questions.
And the church bell pealed.
It grew with the muscle of Doppler Effect when frayed nerves
Become inured to boiling cold like the one we all were witnesses
To, that blustery, unendowed Saturday, when Bonsy married June.
And the minister pronounced every word of conjugation with
Care, peering into the eyes of the couple and the rest of us sinners
Who listened with the attentiveness of cats on matters relating the
Rape of pious mice.
The organ rose and fell in one voice swoop, massaging the pride
In one sinner after another on this ceremony of whimsical gales,
Now sweeping the face of the town; this union of bone and flesh
Draped in dark suits and flowing matter of whiteness, white and
Whitish whiteness of white.
‘I DO’.
The church winked.
‘I DO’.
The holy house hummed.
The organ belched.
Outside, Saturday wore on like before... oh, no, not like before,
When it would have lain prostrate to its own fouled weather of
Extreme bride bliss and dancing confetti.
My friend’s wedding went on on the blustery breath of July rain.
Dark and fussy, the clouds, jealous of July, frowned their faces.
Rain spat gently. No thunder spoke.
Lightning came only through the lone eyes of cameras.
December 31 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 19-22
Key Verse – Revelation 19:1 And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God.
FAITH IN GOD WHO DESERVES OUR ALLELUIA FOR HIS GLORY
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s gratefulness…
He did save our souls by His merciful graciousness
And now transforming us from sinfulness’ uselessness
Toward ways of holiness with His forgiveness’ effectiveness.
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s humble position…
He did justify our status by His redemptive adoption
And now rescuing us from transgressions’ destruction
Toward deeds of kindness with His workmanship’s sanctification.
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s wholehearted sincerity…
He did convert our perspective by His wise sovereignty
And now pulling us from worldliness’ vanity
Toward values of eternity with His leadership’s authority.
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s Biblical stand…
He did bend our will by His powerful hand
And now freeing us from selfishness’ demand
Toward sacrifices of service-errand with His Scriptures’ command.
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s obedient paces…
He did straighten our attitude by His righteous braces
And now separating us from pride’s curses
Toward exaltation of worship-praises with His compassion’s forces.
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s fruitful stewardship…
He did change our work-position by His offered relationship
And now nurturing us from humanistic friendship
Toward peacefulness in prayer with His blissful fellowship.
God deserves our alleluia for His glory through our faith’s eternal life history
He did quicken our spirit by His mighty victory
And now strengthening us from becoming weary
Toward expansion of soulwinning territory with His Gospel story.
December 31, 2025
Staying in the ministry* of the Lord shows our genuine submissiveness
Since He has transformed us from sinfulness’ uselessness…
…Toward ways of holiness by His forgiveness’ effectiveness.
Indeed securing our soul along His merciful graciousness!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord declares our humble position
Since He has rescued us from transgressions’ destruction…
…Toward deeds of kindness by His workmanship’s sanctification.
Indeed justifying our status along His redemptive adoption!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord asserts our wholehearted sincerity
Since He has pulled us from worldliness’ vanity…
…Toward values of eternity by His leadership’s authority.
Indeed converting our perspective along His wise sovereignty!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord upholds our confident stand
Since He has freed us from selfishness’ demand…
…Toward sacrifices of service-errand by His Scriptures’ command.
Indeed bending our will along His powerful hand!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord anchors our obedient paces
Since He has separated us from haughtiness’ curses…
…Toward exaltation of worship-praises by compassion’s forces.
Indeed straightening our attitude along His righteous braces!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord proves our faithful stewardship-card
Since He has cleansed us from filthiness’ hazard…
…Toward duty of kingdom-vineyard by His perfection’s reward
Indeed guarding our spirituality along His biblical standard!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord blesses our grateful life-story
Since He has grabbed us from wickedness’ misery…
…Toward expansion of soulwinning territory by His Gospel’s glory
Indeed strengthening our faith along His mighty victory!
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
October 11, 2019
As I stepped out
onto the porch this evening
I felt unnerved
by the atmosphere
There was nothing but
calm stillness, and yet-
it bore a hint
of turbulence so small
as to only be perceived
in an odd sensation
on my skin
Thinking of the calm
before a storm
I hastily scanned the sky
searching for an ominous sign
But the sky was clear
albeit a weird mixture of hues
with too many shades of
Barbie pink overshadowing
the dusky purples and blues
The yard itself seemed
normal-but-surreal, too...
and looking at the
technicolor-green grass
I felt overwhelmed by
a heavy stillness in the air
As though I were trapped
in a vivid photograph
the only thing still alive
still moving- and suddenly
utterly oppressed
by a feeling of uselessness
with no idea of what
to do with myself
I felt a crazy impulse
to run away; as if
my presence there
was the problem
and that by leaving I might
find my way back
to other living (moving) things.
Inside once more
I now find the surreal stillness
has moved inside the house...
casting a pall over
the living space and
stretching down the hall
I fancy it has followed me
edging closer, stalking me
quickly closing in-
but as the feeling begins
to encapsulate me-
I am shocked to realize
that the turbulence feels
strangely familiar
I had only noticed it
in the stillness
away from daily distractions...
but it was within me
from the start.
Weaving Your Sunrays
I weave the rays of your sun with such dedication,
feeding my nights with a certainty of presence;
the shattering of an eternal instant, with edges too visible,
the uselessness of our lives, satiated, blurred in the air,
just so from now on, for an eternity, I may sometimes hate
the opaque light—the temporary radiance, a living one—
that stagnates unconditionally from beyond E-A-S-T,
like a musical howl that recently killed us, in the north,
yesterday's and the day before's ice, like a profane hymn—anode;
your youths—silences, black rain whitening visibly;
my old ages, which I will never see dying,
unleashing us with weeping ordered in chaos;
a new uncertain life will graze us, downstream, below—
another me, from a recently past future,
building with my sterile palms—a cathode of water.
To any singular, inept giant, the incomparable mysterious present;
shall I listen to life's life? all the more—in excess long ago…
and yet, between anode and cathode a light-abyss still flickers,
where the alphabet of flesh reads with droughts sonorous syllables;
there calendars stop, greening from outside of space,
and the south fixes its poles on a compass of flame.
we part again—two strangers of the same early end—
to pour into a whole cloud, flowing in diamond cups;
sleeping, an organic demon listens to our thought with amperes,
and the spirit, alternating current, extinguishes in the night.
I forget you by the first name that will consume you only tomorrow,
as if the past were holding the future at canvas breasts;
and when the roar will caress us, wildly, the opening in our eyes,
we will cry crookedly, like two shadows undressed in velvet—
for life's life, my love, is only the silence from the fire
of an eternity that, behold, we have forgotten and lost.