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it's not over until it's over until God has His say
and it's not what it looks like until God has His way
when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God
you have no idea what they've gone through nor the things that weigh on their hearts
for it's not easy to be a true disciple and teacher of the Holy Word
it's not a walk in the park no matter what you have heard
King David was a true disciple, an anointed gift from God
he was a special type of man who possessed a contrite heart
he was given the huge responsibility of leadership over a nation
the people demanded much from him and had high expectations
a catastrophe occurred one day when all the women and children were taken
David's men were so grievously upset that they were physically shaken
they then became angry and bitter over what had gone down
they held David responsible and wanted to stone him into the ground
yet David himself lost two wives and he was also dismayed and discouraged
but as a true disciple of Christ he knew in God to be encouraged
David had a true calling, he was aware of his divine mission
he was appointed by the Lord God to take on the Great Commission
for whenever God has called on you
there's not much that you can do
for you can't run and you can't hide from what of you God desires
and He'll equip you for the task by giving you all you'll need and require
and be you a Pastor, a disciple or a deacon and you feel you're at the end of your rope
encourage yourself in the promises of God and hold on to its hope
life may sometimes beat you up and knock you all about
but it's not over until it's over until God calls the final out
encourage yourself in the Lord and embrace His authority
you might be down to your last strike and He'll give you the victory
and even if the final bell has rung
it ain't over until God says its done
and even when you're down to your last shot
it ain't over until God says it's not
and even if it's fourth and long yet you can see the goal
trust in God to make the completion for He's in total control
it's not over until it's over not even when the fat lady starts to sing
as the Lord Our God has the last word when it comes to everything
the buzzer might have sounded, the clock has run out and you're down to the final play
but it's not over until it's over as long as God has something to say
Inspired by Ryan Wheeler's storyline in Episode 10: Traveling Alone, Season 2 of "Kingdom". It's MMA fighting in action. Ryan Wheeler is portrayed by the exceptional Matt Lauria.
Don't let the demons win. You can be a fighter. But, keep the violence to the cage, like the professionals do.
Cage fighter rules
By Michelle Morris
03/08/2023
Get into the cage
Violence is the business
Cage fighter rules
Not a place for innocents
Destroyer across my chest
Tattoos mark my skin
Remind you of my power
The glory of my winning
Cage fighting match
Violence wins tonight
I'm still the champion
No one takes my title
Here it is so simple
Fighting with the rules
It's outside where it's brutal
The world has a special cruelty
Where life is never fair
And emotions kill you slowly
You long to walk away
From everything that's normal
Keep the demons under wraps
Never let them win
Keep the violence in the cage
Where we're the professionals
Get out of the cage
Time to face the world
Deal with everybody
Denial and atonement
We all travel alone
Even when we're in a pack
We all fight our own demons
No one can truly have our back
Can you leave the cage?
Will the cage ever leave you?
Only you can walk this journey
Be a fighter for your truth
Your heart and soul need light
Your body and mind need peace
Time to kill your dad
And give him sweet release
The guilt will weigh on you
But it's his wish to leave his prison
His body that is broken
His mind that's anxiety ridden
Get into the cage
It's where you feel at home
Even though you hate it
Being a fighter is all you know
This cage is your own prison
This cage is your own Hell
This cage is your own Heaven
This cage is freedom's bell
Get into the cage
Violence is the business
Cage fighter rules
Not a place for innocents
Destroyer across my chest
Tattoos mark my skin
Remind you of my power
The glory of my winning
Cage fighting match
Violence wins tonight
I'm still the champion
No one takes my title
© Michelle Morris, 2023
For all that perished in the fire of your love,
I now offer you everything, the past, the present, my whole life.
I still hope, one day, to see you return,
For I have kept those years, ready to give them back to you.
Those years, rich and wild, ours,
I have warmed in my palms days, months, seasons for you.
Please, be present before time ends its story,
While my heart still beats for you.
Come back, let me give you the pain I have gathered,
Enough for an hour of tears.
Come back, for now our house is only me,
The past years weigh on me, I want to give them back to you.
Cross the seas, cross the mountains, to bring back memories,
Memories in which to confront me.
Return to the places where we dreamed together,
Where we loved each other without guilt.
Soothe my humiliation, drive away the fears hidden in thought,
Once again, change your path, for everything seems meaningless.
Let me give you pieces of the love that was,
Come back, for I am still here, waiting for you.
I don't need proof, I don't ask for receipts for love,
I wait for you in the place where angels gather.
I have locked seven years in the love I bear for you,
Forgive me like a wandering soul.
Come back from where the stars fall, when the grapes are ripe,
I have gathered years for you, packed in days and nights.
Return to the past, to the garden set ablaze by passion,
Where you saw me and made me the prisoner of pain.
But please, come back one day,
Let me give you back the lost years,
For all you've sacrificed out of love for me,
I am ready to die, so we may finally be equal.
let me tell you a little story about how i nearly lost my mind
it was in my early twenties i facing such confusing times
back when i thought i was untouchable in a world so full of crime
dumb a foolish like so many before me thinking the world was only mine
selling dope to so many stupid folks just to make that change
from hustling bums to toting guns like so-one gone deranged
the time behinds bars for driving stolen cars thinking where the hell was my brain
several time in fights almost took a life which would've been impossible to explain
the stories galore about the women at my door made me in no way proud
from bars to bars to racing cars just to stand out in the crowd
and spreading such evil by the way i spoke to people being so unruly and loud
doing so much stuff that i could never cover up not even with the all holy shroud
life was moving so fast that i would never last being so caught up in the haze
but as i begun to get older feeling the weigh on my shoulder i realize the era of my ways
from being as high as i could go to falling so so low lets me know that kind of life never pays
now from having not, to actually earning everything i got even has me quite
amazed
now the moral to my story is quite easy to understand
i had to stand up on my own two feet in order to be a man
stop taking life for granted that was not the lords plan
receive the blessing that was meant for you and give back when you can
when I was a little boy I ran into a little bit of bad luck
with my new slingshot I mistakenly killed my Nanna's pet duck
I was frightened and so scared that I had a panic attack
and thinking like a child I buried the duck in the back
unbeknownst to me there was a witness to this deed
I had inadvertently given my sister all the ammunition she would need
and for the entire summer she held that duck of guilt over my head
she blackmailed me to do all her chores until the day I was spirit-led
the Holy Spirit came upon me one day and told me to confess of my sins
for that would be the only way to gain control of my life once again
so with a contrite heart I went and told my Nanna what had went down
she laughed and said she wondered how long I would let my sister push me around
she said she saw me that day when I buried the duck in the backyard
and hoped that I would eventually come and tell her of my part
she was very much aware that my sister had held me in a bind
and she prayed that the teachings of the Lord would come to weigh on my mind
It was a lesson in life that I have since come to discover
that there's nothing you can hide that the Holy Spirit will not uncover
there is no thought, no deed nor anything that will remain concealed
that the light of the Lord Our God will not one day reveal
so don't let the duck of guilt be the sword that hangs over you
confess of your sins and simply live to always tell the truth
On Mending Fences
(Some fences have needed mending so long
That neither party recalls why the breech occurred;)
By
Tom Wright
Copyright ? 2006
That very first step
Always seems hardest to take,
The fear of rejection
Is the ante both have at stake?
Though both parties
Be desirous of the self same things,
Oft times a haughty spirit
Snuffs the joy a first step brings.
It may be just a simple case
Of not knowing where to start,
Though God always makes a way,
When he has troubled my heart.
I’m inundated with thoughts
That might weigh on the other’s mind,
My justification for doing nothing
Is fear they might be unkind.
Years finally become a chasm
Until finally I no longer feel,
Pride has robbed me of a loved one
Because of my misplaced zeal.
So I’ll not consent to being destroyed
By the answer I least expected,
For my physical death will not come
Simply by my being rejected.
On these streets, I am like a mysterious shadow,
In a world of somber and apathetic color,
I search for my other half, but remain alone each day,
Carrying in my soul bitter memories and nostalgia.
I am a passing wind, in a world without celebration,
Through glances that measure and judge every step,
When I step out of the shadow, I look in the mirror and wonder,
Why all this, why do I feel as if I'm coming apart.
I am a stranger in my own city, a deep enigma,
Questioning looks, deceptive smiles,
Why do I hide so much, why do I hide behind a mask,
Why do all these glances follow me like senseless lights.
In the shadow of my heart, hides an misunderstood story,
I carry my past and memories like a heavy cross,
Trying to find meaning in the lines of this world,
But everything seems to remain an enigma, an endless mystery.
I am the solitary seeker, in the labyrinth of empty streets,
Searching for a sign, a ray of light in the darkness,
On my face, I wear the bitter smile of melancholy,
For no one understands my story, no one knows who I am.
In the silent night, the moon rises pale,
My soul floats in an ocean of thoughts,
I seek answers to the questions that weigh on me,
But it seems I am left only with echoes drowned in the wind.
I am a falling star in the endless night sky,
Shining just for a moment in the eyes of others,
But in the quiet of the night, in my solitude,
I gradually fade away, leaving behind only my memory.
On these streets, I am a lost traveler,
In search of a dream, an untold story,
In my heart full of longing and sadness,
I carry the burden of a past love, an unfinished story.
I am a stranger in my city, a pilgrim of the soul,
In search of a meaning, a path to the light,
But in my shadow, I remain alone, without answers,
With a heart full of memories, in a world without meaning.
Poetic breadcrumbs
Tossed into the air
Blown about by errant winds
Pecked at by bloated pigeons
Debated by chattering squirrels
And yet I sit with crumpled bag
Knowing I will return again
Replenishing the hope
That what little I offer
Is a gift for us all
The words are arguing
A mock debate
No rebuttal
A juxtapositional comparison
Of mirrored images
Seeking definition
The days weigh on me
An aged rudder struggles
To maintain a fading course
Yellowed sails doubting the breeze
Tremble as the shallows near
The landmarks seem more distant
The destination less definite
Joy remains
Yawning in the shadows
Sighing as it listens
To the chatter of life
Dancing in its memories
I walk in the door
And the weight hits me in the chest
It doesn't weigh on my shoulders
It isn't heavy on my head
The crushing weight
Sits squarely on my heart
They say Home is where the heart is
Pithy wisdom, accepted everywhere
But these days the house is empty
And home is no longer found
In that vacant rundown structure
Because my heart is no longer there
I realize I've spent my life homeless
Wandering without purpose
Aimless, almost hopeless
But now everything has changed
And I savor those precious moments
When I finally feel safe
I've never felt so at home
As I do when I'm with you
At first I couldn't figure out
Why everything felt so different
Then I realized they were right all along
Home is where my heart is
Shift The Red and White Polka Dots In Gear Mama
From parked rains the little boy lets out a scream
Past the clouds and rainbows his eyes day dream
His umbrella shields his pent up pain
And his shouts weigh on mother's vain
For he tears eternally for a sister's voice and gleam
Please mama, he says, bring me a red and white polka dot
For loneliness of being alone, he cries and fraught
He asks his parked stork for a girl wonder
So he can be her yearning big brother
To babies cries and stork's flying wings, he waits and sought
connie pachecho
9/27/17
Note-not for contest, fun in the sun is better