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I've crossed many bridges in my life, some in which I gladly walked across and some in which I would have gladly stepped back on and walked the other way.
You all know the old saying- "If I coulda, woulda, shoulda" Well, I probably definitely "shoulda" But I can't re-do what has already been done, but you know what, that's okay.
One must not dwell on the past. Thou shall keep on movin' on, rid the bad vibes and feelings and try to create positive thoughts, ideas, moments and memories. Live and love life yet another day.
Besides, who knows what turns and curveballs that would have been tossed at me If I hadn't decided to walk the path I've traveled. My life could have just been tossed away.
I coulda been this, or I woulda done that, I shoulda been this, or I shoulda done that. No, I shouldn't have. I shoulda done just what I did, I say.
I would never have turned the other way, for me, that's okay. I will live and love life yet another day. My life won't be wasted away, I've done just what I shoulda, and that my friends is just what "I" say
Rivers run with thickened sludge
cradles overflow with rum
the happy heart is lost to rage
a thought provoking slimy cage
When once I tasted love as sweet
now I walk on darkened feet
The love is lost to alcohol
a slimy taste does really well
She was sweet I used to think
but now the pain a darkened soul
I do not see her quite as well
Perhaps the bottle that she needs
Demands another day be lost
the broken sleep with bills to pay
I do not want to see today
I do not think she understands
The lover lost within this man
The broken walk a stumble run
Her feet can't hold our path is done
the words of pity that I hear
As she repeats them every year
repeating time and time again
the past repeated in her pain
become the torture yet again
I helped her first to find a job
and yet she wasted life away
she does not have the job today
I helped her them to have a house
With out her job the double wage
I became the slave that day
I helped her then to have a car
Drink and drive she raised the bar
Another bill created star
I helped her then with education
instead she sort the bottle spell
and lost her self esteem as well
Depression mixed with rum and coke
I think today my heart did choke
You fools I think both young and old
why do you drink your life to mould
I've heard people use these words, since my birth
never truthfully considering, what time is worth
through recess, football games, wars and strife
guess I've wasted time, all throughout my life
like laying in the sun, watching birds in the air
seemingly, flying back and forth, without a care
but then I understand, what's really been seen
Their scouring earth for food, to keep it green
Thinking of all instances, as I go back in time
Time I thought was wasted, was really my climb
From the time of birth, we start climbing stairs
seeing, feeling and learning, of life and prayers
grand-children say "can't afford, to waste any time"
I say "can't afford not to, soon the bell will chime"
signaling the last lap, in your race against time
A chance to help others or keep chasing the dime
If you choose, chasing a dime, for wealth in a bank
your life will be remembered, somewhere on a plank
or choose to help others, your words persist on a troll
teaching "nothing is wasted that's good for your soul"
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So I sit here in the infectious waste, wasted effort, waste of time.
Wasting away my youth, my livelihood, my hopes and dreams,
How am I supposed to handle this?
( * * )
Ok fine, I look up and I do see it,
A brilliant white ball of glass,
as massive as the sun,
telling me one message, one message, one message...
Holy freaking crap!
Way too bright man! Waaaay too bright..
Stain that glass with my sins, make it darker! the light! I can't...not right now.
I don't think I can handle this.
( - - )
Ok fine, I look back down and stare at my reflections.
Two arms, two legs, two eyes,
Multiplied by billions.
Phew, that's better.
Keep my head down.
The devil's in the details, details, details.
No one can see me anymore...not even you.
( * * )
These people are Heaven's messengers, all of them angels, but not to me.
I overlook the obvious on a regular basis...I overlook love.
It's just sooooo much easier that way...
You tell me then...how am I supposed to handle this?
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Really? Why, who are all these people?
Do they come from the ball of glass?
Do I?
The glass, the stains, the light...
Why is it so bright?
Why is it so bright?
For the Love of God, why is it so freaking bright!
...oh wait...
Ok fine, have it your way.
There is an hour like to trees
That stand beneath a withered sky
And shaking cast their golden leaves
To fade so sadly and to die
Like summer when the rain is gone
A sea of auburn on the lea
And in the wind the cooler song
Of autumn’s fading memories.
Alas my love thus I feel
The song of autumn in my soul
The candid lure and the reel
Of time that swiftly goes
Each day though passing as an age
To leave me in a dismal state
Where hope like you has fled away
And that I seek is sought to late
But in a dream I oft awake
Like one who’s dying twitch is made
And gives a last and final gaze
Then in the earth beneath is laid
For if I stir or walk alone
No solace in my sullen eyes
I think upon my upward home
Then dying seems a sweet reprise
What coldness layeth in the grave
Of writhing worms and black decay
Is like a mirror then to me
Of inward loss the loss of thee
Yet still I hope beyond belief
That I might raise a fleeting hand
And make of all these wasted eves
A ring for thee again
For hope is like a vesper’s ray
That flickers toward a distant place
Beyond the fall and break of day
Beyond the shadows where I waste
To thus I gaze with starry eyes
And watch the phantoms passing by
I cling to love as love is truth
And thus become the ghost of you
Where did all my time go?
I'm in my fifties now
The last twenty years has gone
Just slipped away somehow.
Where are all my memories
If I lived all these years each day
I should feel like my life's been full
And happy it went that way
Why do I feel cheated
like I've missed out on things
I can't recall loving thoughts or joy
or events these type of feelings bring.
I feel I must have been sleeping
And wasted my life away
I'm standing here almost seeing my end
And what used to be highlights in my hair now, is gray.
How could this have happened?
I was right where my life had just begun
I wanted so much more for me
This cannot be all I've done
I can't change what has happened
this tragedy I'll have to accept
It's sad to think the best years of my life
is a secret even from me is being kept.
So my advice to you
if you don't want to miss out
Keep your eyes wide open
and your mind on what's here and about.
1/1/20
April 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 17-19
Key Verse –1Kings 17:16 And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail, according to the word of the LORD, which he spake by Elijah.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY MEAL PROVIDER
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
enabling me to dwell in Your contentment-will
Thank You for bringing me bread and water that truly fill
Midst dryness, as You combat poverty attacking prosperity hill
To sustain and refresh me serenely still.
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
encouraging me to remain in Your abundant goodness
Thank You for restoring me, forgiving my confessed sinfulness
Midst guiltiness, as You pardon me with Your loving kindness
To restore and build me up through Your sanctifying holiness.
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
exhorting me to pray and to You always call
Thank You for satisfying me along Your dining hall
Midst scarcity, as You meet my needs’ over all
To deliver and revive me from destructive downfall.
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
empowering me to live according to Your Word
Thank You for guiding me toward servanthood-ford
Midst crisis, as You counsel me from troubling discord
To uphold and govern me with Your Spirit’s sword.
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
enlightening me to esteem Your sacrifice
Thank You for granting me eternal life of great price
Midst nothingness, as You supply me with mercies that suffice
To gird and propel me to service-heights, with faith to arise.
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
exposing me to Your instructing wisdom
Thank You for inviting me to work in Your kingdom
Midst idleness, as You move me against boredom
To support and help me in ministering with divine freedom.
Lord God, You are my meal Provider,
extending to me Your grace as I abide by Your time
Thank You for accompanying me in my journey-climb
Midst weariness, as You curtail me of my selfishness’ chime
To rescue and prop me by Your compassion that can’t be paid by dime.
April 2, 2022
APoem For ANZAC Day
25 April 2015
One hundred years on and
Old enemies are now friends
So often the way of the world
After conflicts ends.
And that War
To End All Wars
Just laid the foundations
For so many more.
From Suvla Bay to Basra,
To our modern days,
The world remains ruled by
Ever more aggressive ways.
Do the shades of the fallen
From a Valhalla somewhere
Look at the turning world
And sigh with despair.
Was their sacrifice wasted:
Were any lessons learned;
Did the people benefit
From any victory earned.
Do they draw the curtains
Shut out the view
Very little changes
Very little is new.
One hundred years further on
A very different where and when
May greet those restless shades
With curtains drawn back again:
A new world maybe emerged
With conflicts all long done,
That War To End All wars
Having finally been won.
I hasd the honour of reading this to the congregation at the ANZAC Day Rembrance Service in Hull 2015. The Australian High Commissioner and a Senior AAF were in attendance. It was written fr the occasion
Inside your pain
I did not see your hurt
The time has come for you to fly free
Life has dealt you a losing hand
In death you are four of a kind
My heart hurts
My eyes blind
Reality has not set in
You are never going to be there again
Oh the words i wish i could have spoke
The time well wasted
Your soul a beechen of light
Your kindness uncanny
You were the inspiration of your generation
This world has lost so much
But heaven as gained an angel like no other
I will miss all you gave and cherish all i have gained
Rest well my brother and keep watching over us
Someday we shall see you again and what a glorious day it will be.
Slodes new poem : Walk on the Wise side
The talking clouds,the talking clowns
Feeling like they just do whatever
Calling out everything but mystery
But using it to squander a life a time forgotten
The talking clouds,talking like clowns
I just don't know where the infinite flame has gone
All of mankind looks the same, no one accepts the blame
When you find there is not enough time
Water and Fire always one of them wins
Who can say what a wasted life to what end someone enjoys no pain
Beauty re imagined in the moonbeam of your smile
Its the journey, the people that can feel the ground
Its the dancing clowns that scare people
Nobody walks too long on Pennywise Lane
The cadence screams of the Killer clown
We live it so life doesn't become so extreme
Pennywise