What an awesome thing it truly is
to personally know God in His blessed Son
The Holy Spirit has revealed Jesus to me
this isn't a general thing that God's done
For it's so personal Jesus knows my name
from the beginning of creation, this is so
eternally past and forever, Jesus knows me
every day, he sees me, and every step, He knows
In prayer on my knees, I speak to my saviour
each day being shown my way to take
not only that, but also I can hear His voice
speaking tenderly by His word for my sake
The Holy Scriptures are God's personal revelation
in His sacred book, He reveals all I need to know
this divine sword is mine for protection
against all my enemies, I can defeat every foe
This is a wonderful privilege and honour
to know the Lord Jesus as my friend
the one who is my King, Lord and Saviour
who has promised to be with me to the end
(My personal thoughts on my Christian walk.)
Wish I wrote every thought I ever had.
Wish I wrote a detailed diary of my entire childhood.
Wish I wrote all my progressive personal thoughts down.
Wish I wrote those stories out as soon as I had ideas.
Wish I wrote a letter to myself to later read in my present.
Wish I wrote every single feeling out and down on paper.
Wish I wrote more often, long ago.
Looking through a glass
There's a world for us to see
Some images are beautiful
Some, a distorted reality
The glass is our perception
The glass creates our beliefs
The glass is where we look outside
The glass provides comfort; It isolates you and me
If one were to stop and look inside
Swirl the thoughts around and around
It might cause discomfort
Creating personal thoughts more profound
Thoughts like, Why do I do it?
Why do I judge everyone but me?
Am I a better person?
Or am I lost, avoiding my reality?
The images are like a furnace
Boiling the water inside
Is it good? Is it bad?
Our perception will decide
As we pour ourselves into a glass
Just remember the irony
What I chose to see in others
They may chose to see in me
Blocking calls
Written: by Miracle Man
8/6/2019
I have personal thoughts I oft share each day,
From these, deep discussions, often come into play.
These give off good vibes, causing me to feel strong,
And differing opinions makes neither one wrong.
But there’s a man on our town I call the town crier,
He proliferates gossip when calling to inquire.
He feels its imperative that he spread all news,
Which necessitates always doing a mental peruse.
(If I pick up)
Standing still is certainly not an option
Ignorance of technology expect corruption,
Guarantee your safety, protect your identity
Never divulge passwords, just think security,
Over decades so many changes, some good
Fascinating inventions saying that we should,
Take responsibility for our actions, be prepared
Hackers, thieves so intelligent information shared
Encryption of all actions anything online declared,
Transmitting your personal thoughts, feelings
Inscription on social media could send us reeling
Misdemeanours unfortunately are a sign of the times
Eliminate risk of heart ache through serious crimes,
Secure information, keep safe, prevent any stealing.
4/27/2018
Contest sign of the times
Sponsored by John Hamilton.
I opened a door
To lightning and thunder
I quickly assessed
And stared to wonder
I looked to the heavens
With anticipation of rain
Just lightning and thunder
And more of the same
I positioned myself
To view the skies
As lightning and thunder
Brought it alive
Lightning would strike
And light up the skies
Thunder would answer
With a warriors cry
As I stood in awe
Of space and time
A pleasant thought
Then crossed my mind
Your imagination
Is essential
To understand
Your full potential
Lightning and thunder
Continued their show
They closed it out
With falling snow
My personal thoughts
Spectacular show
And just how rare
Is thunder snow
Michael E. Harris
03052017
( Or Creed - same thing, only different )
My personal thoughts
are a thick, lush, evergreen Forrest
filtering, calming, analyzing, refining
the onslaught of all
and everything coming at
and past my very being.
It stand strong and firm
ever re-birthing, rejuvenating, renewing,
surviving, healing , growing
and harvesting all
that is needed
to be.
The color of the midnight sky,
I am the color of indigo.
I am the smile after every storm,
I am the 6th color of the rainbow.
I exemplify innate wisdom,
Allow me to be your muse,
Intuitive and understanding,
Mental wealth you can’t refuse.
I am the backdrop for the stars
And the background to the moon.
Look to me, you’ll find spirituality,
A higher power you’ll be in tune.
I symbolize solitude and oneness,
A sort of psychic capability.
A color of strength, a color of depth,
The phenom of self-mastery.
I am indigo, the color of knowledge,
The complexion of self-reflection.
I am indigo, master of personal thoughts,
The color of profound introspection.
Personal thoughts flow,
From your head,
They do go,
Around and around,
Without a sound,
They always pop in,
To your brain.
They will send,
A message to your mind,
What your brain,
Will find,
A thought to invent,
Or solve something,
Not heaven sent,
Does your brain ever stop,
The flow of thinking,
That pops?
I don't believe it does,
The minds a mystery,
From God to you,
And me,
What do you do,
When someone accuses you,
Of things being lies,
When you and others know,
That they're true?
You are the reason for every drop of my tear
And you cannot leave me alone here
I said a million times that I love you
Every time you rejected
Every time I left with few millions of tears
You can just see this eyes, every time with a smiling face in-front of you
But I cannot stop this heart's bleeding
You feel every thing is alright with me
And you never tried to listen my heart's pain
I truly love you and adore you
And sometimes I feel , my life is over and I will die for you
Don't know what to do?
But I am really stuck at you
Everyday I sit alone in the dark
Ask myself , why I love her?
Years gone, but I didn't find the answer
I cannot say how much I feel the pain in this broken heart
And I don't want to hurt you by my personal thoughts
But still I said many times with this eyes to you
How much I love you
And How important are you
Oh my Love! Please try to read my heart's page
Then you can find many broken words , red in colour
Still trying to say
''I LOVE YOU''
Someone found my writings and read them all.
I sat and I cried.
I felt sick and dead inside.
You violated me in unbelievable ways.
I felt I have been raped, taking my body, mind and soul.
I share the writings I wish to share, but you !!!
How dare you!
Those are mine and not for you to touch.
Those are personal thoughts, feelings, fears, triumphs and tears.
How unimaginably undeniably incredibly deceitful and malicious could you be?
Then I stop and think , Yes that is you.
Explained perfectly to a T.
So loud, so bold, so strong, so rich
Hearing every beat, word, phrase
The heart of it speaks to me
I lay conversing with the love streaming from the sound
I listen to what it has to say
Putting myself in it's pain, joy, fear
Realizing, I posses the same
I bear the same feelings
Over and over again I do listen
While it sheds its tears to the solid ground
Opening its most personal thoughts
I drift away with the meaning
Getting lost in a stunningly beautiful image
Feeling so safe and protected
I am put in a rare state of serenity
No where else does this exist, but where I find myself
The state of losing myself in its song
Its pure velvet melodies and rhythms
I never want it to end
I never want to leave its presence, I've come to witness
But here I am in this one moment
This pure moment of Music,
Getting lost in it's heart and soul
Complicated words that strike at my mind
Only come to do battle with my sanity
Never letting go of my personal thoughts
Finding their own use for my vanity
Under their power, I find I am
Secretly, I am wishing to be free
Every thought that I have ever had
Does nothing, in my mind, to help me
I’m so confused!
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