Digging mind, started an excavation.
Continued scooping to find sublime soul.
Deep thought roaming in my introspection.
How soul is functioning? Does it control?
Digging mind started an excavation
Mind yearns for, brain to
How soul operates, I cannot surmise.
Sinking deep in mind on contemplation.
Digging mind started an excavation.
I need solid proof not an assumption.
What’s the status of soul? Does it
to know: After demise does soul escape?
Digging mind started an excavation.
Whether soul exhibits identity?
Getting no solution, but confusion.
No concrete answer for its entity.
Digging mind started an excavation.
Where can I flee ! Emptiness embowered.
Last phase enjoying prolonged vacation.
Nothing left : Despondence overpowered.
252.
Prayer When Faith Fails
Oh Father God, my faith fails
My belief in You weakens
I'm overpowered by omens
Oh Jesus Christ, my faith fails
Disasters I see everywhere
It seems You are nowhere
Oh Holy Spirit, my faith fails
Fear and doubt are swallowing me
Do not detach me from Thee!
-01/29/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
Deep thoughts pour over me
like whiskey over ice
the darkness is sharp, bitter
cutting through me
sending a shiver to my aching bones
I can hear my heartbeat
more like pounding
wild thoughts run
my mind overloaded
what should be tranquility
is like squirrels scrambling
a time of reflection
overpowered by constant doom
walking blind in darkness
while losing sight of
my original path
Tears
you shed
Heart you fed
Drop of sweetness
overpowered hatred and bitterness
words tiptoe through my mind’s dendrite fields
struggling with an inner battle
do they want to be shared
or merely heard by someone?
adjectives ooze like black blood
under the shut doors of my brain
I feel outnumbered and overpowered
my pen smiles as I reach for him
Lost in haze of her dusky eyes
My senses all overpowered
Nudging me for more bright hours
Of quiet, sparkling connections;
Part of wine's bubbly enticement.
Contest of nette onclaud : Abecedarian
In the Garden of Beginings
Projects failed or flowered,
Left to grow or to wither
Many being overpowered,
Each an experiment,
A blending of force
Each left to follow its
Own individual course.
None were culled
Without good reason
Flowering and blooming
For season after season.
Experiment of dimensions
Matter, time, force, space
Some rising to exist briefly,
Some at more sedate pace
As the Universal Gardner,
Glorying in the sight
Of destructive darkness
And brilliant creative light.
Used the lightest of control
To keep things on track,
Moving from place to place
Its tools slung on its back
Greet Artificial Intelligence
to increase your excellence.
That doesn’t mean to be blind to pursue.
Being rational, always argue.
On your Common Sense have confidence.
Take advantage of AI, when seems perfect.
Enjoy AI in full taking assistance.
Of course Don’t destroy own intellect..
Accept AI to sharpen own skill.
Before using AI, make a fair deal.
Not to be overpowered by AI.
For benefits, AI to apply.
AI is created by human wisdom
amd has been scattered in broad spectrum.
Always under human instruction
Artificial intelligence to function.
The earth got suddenly bereft of all life,
With a morose dullness so palpable and rife.
A tint of greyness crept over heaven’s vault.
All movements came to a freezing halt.
The wall clock didn’t toll the midday hour.
The babies no more blabbered but did glower.
The hen didn’t cackle after laying the egg.
The earth for some benevolent mercy seemed to beg.
The birds on trees at noon didn’t twitter,
And the foliage of leaves didn’t flutter.
No music came out from the well strung fiddle.
The telephone sat silent on its cradle.
Nature seemed to have lost half its mirth.
A mournful silence overpowered the earth.
Suddenly shattering the ominous silence,
Gun shots were heard from a distance.
The siren screamed many times, long and loud,
Announcing curfew on unsuspecting ears wild.
Behind the façade of a deceptive calm,
No one suspected the threat of a fierce storm.
The dumb presages of Nature, who can read?
A language mysterious, that only augurs heard.
What horrors in cosmic layers are concealed!
Through augur’s lens, future incidents are revealed.
9 Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
10 If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
and has no one to help them up.
11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
12 Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4: 9-12
we need each other
someone who is always there for us
and we for them
A state of tension and fear.
Forests are much more than trees.
Nature experiences on a wild night,
with strange discoveries
without scientific explanations.
Cold gust hisses between the trees,
even though there is no wind.
A pack of emaciated wolves, barely alive,
with bloody iron teeth.
Whispering shadows collapse,
the rocks have crumbled in the gorge.
A terrible scream reverberates in the void,
overpowered by negative charisma.
Wild galloping ghost horses,
with linen veils on their heads.
Red eye balls light up, as emergency flares.
Uncontrollable shaking,
the night filled me with dread.
Unwanted,as a sheet of used tissue paper,
Born from someone who is a life giver and shaper,
In a world where respect comes from only a few,
Her rewards for struggles will always be long due.
She wondered about the reason for less affection,
Wasn't she working towards perfection?
She too had a right to fulfill her parents' dreams,
Wasn't she residing in any of their realms?
She took care of their feelings and emotions,
All she faced was demotivation.
Didn't her precious care overpowered money's worth?
Love and admiration towards her are still in dearth.
She is tired of all the comparisons,
Which definitely doesn't have valid reasons.
She may not be perfect in society 's eyes,
The age old standards which are lies.
She is expected to stay quiet,
And listen to everyone without a fight.
The silence cannot last longer,
The mental struggles are making her stronger.
"Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion." Jim Rohn
The question: Am I open-minded, closed-minded, or delusional?
Sometimes, we mortals desire to believe in the unbelievable.
Therefore, we must choose our teachers and mentors wisely.
Wisdom says to wait and investigate before it is too late.
He who approves before 'taking one to school' is unwise.
To affirm without heavy questioning is foolishness.
Regardless of whether our field of endeavor is religion,
politics, or business, we must avoid dictators and deceivers.
A person or world in depression has little room for discretion.
If I am delusional, I have been deceived.
If deceived, I have accepted a false belief.
I have been overpowered or misled by persuasion.
I have trusted something or someone who's not trustworthy.
I am then ripe for the pickings by anyone desirous of my fruit.
For so during, I have become a victim like an ant in a spider's web.
I lack the necessary discipline to examine and scrutinize what has been
placed before me. The cleverness of the deceiver is such that I have
willingly legitimized and given accent and access to the forbidden.
Up they bubble ,demanding their day
Every appetite in disorderly competition
Blindly leading the body frenziedly
To let them rip and have their way
That is the narrative of the id.
Who am I? How do I look to others?
Some days I like to be on my own
Others regard me as the life and soul of the party
Until I am overpowered by my passions
When the id dictates to my ego.
I am the gatekeeper
Patrolling the boundaries
To maintain a healthy balance
Between narcissism and impulse
In today's world that is a rocky road
Where it is a free for all
To take all you can get
Without consideration for others' dignity
Boundaries no longer exist
It's a thankless task being the superego
It was hours before dawn and I could not sleep.
The gloomy fog overpowered the cold dark street.
The street lights offered patches of misty light.
Rain had glossed the pavement, in the dead of night.
From my window I saw the publican escorting old Joe.
Put him out in the street, he closed the pub hours ago.
My yawning fogged the window as he toddled home.
Last of the rain flowed down the gutters leaving foam.
The eerie silence matched the cold dark grey scene.
A more lonely looking place, there had never been.
Scraps of paper and food wrappers were tumbling,
Pushed along by a breeze as I watched Joe stumbling.
He made it to his gate down the end of the road.
A truck carrying newspapers slung off its load,
Plastic wrapped and landed at the newsagent’s door.
I hoped to watch the deserted street, just a bit more.
To see the sunrise and it be busy with people galore.
Such a transformation was worth waiting for.
To see vehicles appear, all come alive in early morn.
But my bed called and I fell asleep before the dawn.
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