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Things happen to me
in ways i cant explain them,
It sometimes tears me up inside
Something insane to common men
But still my faith is there, like it has always been
God granted me power beyond measures...
At times...It seems to much to treasure
Seeking out love
Cus thats how inside i do survive
Rain that pours
The drops fall
And i cant ignore
The feelings it makes me explore
My emotions are like this cycle
It fills up til it cant hold water anymore
Showing me how i am
Inside im wounded in war
The battle of spirits and with it i draw my sword
Someday,
My own spirit shall forge a steel worthy of a lord
Until then, i share these stories of internal War
Form:
Love's silent sad tears remain where they fall
To burn in molten ashes scattered in the heart
Flames to dance in stark darkness, reminders all
Consent shimmering flickers in the soul set apart
They weigh heavy on a heart when gathered inside
A bounty so deep with a desire to stay
Whirling mists filled with salt, the heart tries to hide
Memories of love's failure won't fade away
The death of love on its journey, left traveling alone
Wanton needs left bleeding from wounds applied
Wander through dark on a road pained to the bone
The entrance of loneliness has finally arrived
Whether passion was spent, worthy of cost
Or foolishness abounds fraught from deceit
Emotion unveiled will always be lost
Tears fall silent when they accept defeat
8/9/20
Written: August 2nd, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Inspired by the Glenn Hughes song Voice in my Head
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When the night gathers myriad faces,
and ghost syllables trouble spirit,
remember firs sift darkness,
while moss mantles every stone.
Though your mind maps
fractured constellations,
moon follows milky white tones;
no mist mars its silver throne,
no sorrow seals the inner spring.
Some voices flourish in darkness,
some forge kingdoms from smoke,
yet forests speak older syntax:
fern hymns breathe under twigs,
owls pour solemn vows.
Hear streams smooth stubborn shale,
fox footsteps fade into silence,
folded fields await dawn's fire,
dawn unspools from frost to fire.
So do not war with thoughts,
not every echo is worthy of belief.
some leaves simply answer fall,
some rain rehearses mercy call.
May silence find you moss-warm,
shelter rather than bare halls
may feel soft and silky as you sleep
under aromatic mist veils, deep.
Beneath the fractured welkin,
your spirit guards its spring;
no winter masters rooted things,
no darkness drowns inward morning.
When nameless forms surround you,
let dawn answer with song through;
let courage rise through tremors,
and name what survives within.
Even beneath heaviest haze,
when sleep feels like betrayal,
when cyanide tunes turn inward
snakes were always scorched
became roots beneath your feet.
Their winding shadows hold you,
their darkened coils became anchors,
and fear learned how to root—
the roots that hold you f i r m.
I sense Him..' I feel light-headed, there is the rush of blood to my muscles, His power descends...
My mind is opened, words form; fitting together
Visions reel in my minds eye, and in my eyes.)
I feel trembley... I face an abyss of self-doubt,
Is it me.? No its not; I try to come to terms with
This reality, for the how many hundreth time..?
Let go..Let go.) And hold onto this inflow, how this
Contradicts my analytical mindset, I am lost in the
Finding of my purpose, He must become part of me
I understand the symbology I am grafted in.' What
I think I do: is not the right understanding It is ' us' And I am not worthy...Not at all' let me lay in the Dust Lord, for I fear at your prescence, and yet it
Is still not an adequate description of yourself.'
Liars..Deceivers..You who coat His reality in the
Sweet taste of imagination.' Who has seen His fire?
Have you watched Him divide the elements? If so
Then you will be more able to understand the word
'Fear' when you are 'weighed' in the balance.' When Surrounding existence holds its breath, but that is still
Not a right enough description, for 'He' Owns that 'Breath' also, All is subject to him.. He calls the wind and it
Waits on His whim, He is the Almighty God from everlasting to everlasting, Uncountless people and
Spirits bow and serve Him gladly, He Is He who was and Is and Is to come.'
The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
If I had to be judgmental
And choose to point a finger at
I would choose me
If I had some one to submit
And repent
I would choose me
Now in my life now
Been called many times a thief and liar
Now that's OK cause God has forgave me
I would choose me
Sticks and stones can break many bones
I'd Choose Me
And in all of this God has healed me
Now if you read this and in insist
To judge and hound me
I would choose me
Next time you look in the mirror (make your it's clear)
Remember, you too are not worthy
For it's only for the grace of God
I would choose me
That covers indulges surrounds us
For it's only in Jesus His love compounds us
So knowing all this I choose not to be judgmental
For I too am just flesh
Made from dirt and dust
Evil sinful lusts
I would choose me,
God forgive me
11/20/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
A rock I see, sat next to me
Not unlike any other
A rock so plain, yet beautiful
A mirror of its brother
And if I strain to see as far
As these old eyes can see
Perhaps I'll see the furthest rocks
Just peeping back at me
A wave rolls, breaking on the shore
As its fellow waves before
They ride the surfs wild horses
Then deplete themselves once more
A life spent short and shallow
But a record still of time
Unseen by none but me
Unmarked by none but mine
But mine alone to savour
As I bask here in the sun
And wonder at God's nature
And it's beauties every one
As I alone bare witness
To the fruits of God's intention
With Ink I mark this wondrous day
Most worthy of attention
With all due respect to the late Mr. Fregosi,
he was one of the best infielders anyone could see.
However, his later years were plagued with injury.
Jim became involved in the most lopsided trade in history.
The New York Mets were involved in a pennant chase.
They needed a competent player to cover third base.
New York traded a right hander who could have been their ace.
Off went Nolan Ryan to the Angels in California.
He turned out to be the best pitcher in America.
With over seven thousand strikeouts and seven no-hitters to his name,
Ryan was worthy of entrance to the Hall of Fame.
This was a hard pill to swallow for fans of the Mets.
All of them look back on this trade with regrets.
Every morning,
I wake up trying to make things right with God.
Trying to feel worthy again.
As if I failed Him in my sleep
and need to be restored before I can take a step.
It’s a bitter rhythm
the up, the down
the constant wondering
if He’s mad at me.
This is what they did to me,
taught me to see every silence as punishment,
every mistake as proof that I’m the problem.
I’m working harder to unlearn their voices
than anything else.
Always wrong.
Always to blame.
Because no one ever said, I’m sorry.
No one ever said, You were right to feel hurt.
So now my mind builds prisons out of guilt,
and my heart keeps looking for a key
in the hands of the very people who locked the door.
God, I want to be free.
But part of me still believes
if they saw what they did
if they reached for me,
tried to make it right
then I’d matter.
Then my pain would matter.
I want to believe I could taste love
without earning it first.
That I wouldn’t have to shrink,
or apologize,
or take the blame again
just to belong.
Once again, the banner is lifted;
of the cross: one time for all men.
The sacrifice of God's spotless Lamb
will never have to be rendered again.
Who is this Jesus whom some proclaimed King
and worthy of the hearts of all men ?
Is this the One named Lord over all
and to Him every knee shall one day bend ?
Who would have thought from such humble beginnings
the fulfillment of God's plan would come forth ?
And now He has captured our hearts through the ages,
reaching from east to west and the south to the north.
In truth, every day is a celebration
of the Lord's Christ being raised from the dead.
But from that time to this, we celebrate Easter-
or of this triumph, have you not read ?
He is worthy, True Lord of our Hearts;
He who knows your beginning from your end.
So at this special time of the year,
join with us as we celebrate Easter again.
Douglas L. Ace