Some people point a finger
at my face and ask,
“Is that really your body?”
I say, “Oh, come on.
Why would that be my body?”
That is nothing but
an old, weathered mansion.
Once, it was bright and gleaming,
polished, immaculate.
Now, it stands on the verge of ruin.
Banyan saplings push through
the cracks of its crumbling plaster,
while bats and house snakes
have made their homes within.
But what can I do?
There is no other way.
I have now
put that ruin
on my body
and wear it as my own.
Across the twilight sky,
astride a mad horse
racing through the clouds,
I am, after all,
nothing but
a missing horseman.
Beauty blooms in the midst of chaos,
Unfolding petals where storms collide.
Scented flowers push through thorny bushes,
Their fragrance lingering, soft yet undenied.
A single light pierces vast darkness,
Steady and small, yet bravely bright,
Reminding every weary heart this:
Where there is a will, there is a way through the night.
So be that whispered light that gently strays,
Shying the shadows with quiet grace,
Turning stumbling blocks to stepping stones,
And making ordinary moments a warm embrace.
Imagine the humor in the grand design—
How thorns defend the rose’s hidden art,
How one small spark can realign
The heaviest burdens of a troubled heart.
In chaos, beauty finds its clever stage,
A subtle victory, never loud or grand,
Where even darkness yields to quiet rage
Of hope that blooms and takes a stand.
Hold fast, for every trial has its end,
And you, dear soul, can be the light that bends
The darkest hour toward a brighter bend—
A whispered glow the whole world comprehends.
Would it be better to die and not be stressed
Or to live but forever be depressed
This is a common thought I've had
But I came to realize that this thought was stupid on my behalf
Stress is apart of life
You just have to push through it until you get to better times
That's why you shouldn't slit your thought with a knife
And just keep pushing for those primes
the sun descends and light bends
scatters through dust,
through the thick exhale of the day.
shorter wavelengths scatter first,
the blues flee upward,
abandoning us.
what remains: red, orange,
the long slow wavelengths that refuse to scatter,
that push through the atmosphere like stubborn hands reaching.
it's physics dressed as beauty.
it's the earth turning away and the light catching on that turning,
catching on particles pollution, salt, smoke
all the debris we've left suspended.
the sky doesn't change colour.
the light does.
we do.
we stand here watching the visible spectrum collapse into itself,
into reds we didn't know we needed,
into the brief hour
when the world looks like it's burning
when really it's just leaving.
I think it would be
so much better to be someone
else, not fighting to shine
half as hard.
Because I’m not even shining,
I’m just burning,
pummeling through the atmosphere.
My flesh is melting off my bones,
which are just charred as my soul.
But then I realize,
you are holding the matches.
And I would be so much happier,
without your
presence,
your blaze.
I’d rather be a blur in the lines
the push through more years
of this.
That day
I told satan to get out of this situation
Things were going all wrong
All the long
We made it through
For a person toughest situation
Praise Jesus
All went well
Now I tell.
Note:
Sometimes satan will try you in a toughest time and a situation. Just keep the Faith and push through it for the betterment. Jesus is awesome. On a day that was very important to individuals a last call, I rebuked satans plans that were against that situation. It was a close call. Overall, all turned out positive. Made it just 5-10 minutes before a close call, urgent situation needed that day by a certain time frame. My Daughter said, we will make it. We did. FAITH. She encouraged me. I was feeling overwhelmed that day.
Isaiah 54:17
No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.
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~storms~
gathering furies
wild winds whistle through pine boughs ~
finches feast on birch seeds
streams of freezing rain
leaves slippery signatures
finches feast on birch pods
~rain~
pounding winter rains
bathe the thirsty desert sands ~
wildflowers bursting
drumbeats of raindrops
reverb in wind symphony ~
drip plop splash gurgle
~ice~
thin icy edges
winter white moustache ~
platinum hoar frost
thick coats of blue ice
blanket every barren twig ~
snow melts winter blinks
~snow~
ribbons of snowflakes
flow in a gossamer gown ~
ruby skies crackle
across the smooth ice
dainty snowflakes pirouette ~
bare birch boughs applaud
~spring~
tumbleweeds rumble
springtime sprawls across prairies ~
precious gift of rain
crocus shout greetings
as snowdrops push through snows ~
blustery mischief
white plum blossoms laugh
tickled by wiggling raindrops ~
gold and grey skies dawn
Take a sip.
It's bitter.
It's warm.
It burns my tongue.
Another sip?
No.
No, I don't like it.
Even if it fills me with newfound energy.
I'll push through.
But what's this?
The same thing?
But it's sweet?
But it's flavoured?
But it's colourful?
But it looks so nice.
Take a sip.
It's sweet.
It's cold.
It soothes my senses.
Another sip?
Yes.
Yes, I love it.
It fills me with that energy.
It's addictive.
Another bottle?
Another can?
Another brand?
Another?
Please.
It's starting to make me hazy.
It's starting to make me dizzy.
Do I take more?
Do I drink more?
It can't be the cause.
No, it has to be the cure.
It made me feel euphoric the first time.
Surely it'll do the same now.
I'm getting sick.
I'm getting tired.
It's going dark.
My thoughts,
No,
Everything is starting to blur.
Another sip can't hurt.
A reflection of little wonder's care
Wandering around troubling doubt, trust can't weigh
Where money has gone beyond godly fear
That assurance value struggling survey
A place, life fights for death can't afford health
A slave seeking food can't risk freedom's threats
A man who breathe for peace can't secure wealth
A dream, distraction push through won't dry sweats
Always on mind, standing for far than near
Away from words dragging acts silently
Sometimes heart feels touches are wrongly steer...
To perfect gladden moves apparently.
A Bad Man Growing up A Gentle Boy:
Is But A Builder Best Time Gives No Joy.
Push Through,
Going the distance,
Requires persistence,
Consistently showing up,
Even with an empty cup,
Support yourself everyday,
It's the only way to stay ahead,
Hold steady to your vision,
Making the decision to trust,
It's a must along this path,
As you create the aftermath,
Laughter matters as you travel,
Dabbling with the choices at hand,
You'll soon understand,
It may never go as planned,
Stand firm within the resistance,
Assistance comes with persistence,
Making all the difference,
Interference is necessary,
So you can see who carries you,
At first it's a scary view,
Once you see what's true,
Then you learn what to do,
Through all the tribulations,
You gain appreciation,
For arriving at your destination.
The sun wont wait,
For her time to come.
She takes it and struggles.
Before it is done,
You may ask the sun.
Why cant I look at your beauty?
The sun wont respond,
But will shine with envy.
The sun is a friend, or an enemy.
The sun can be threatening.
The sun can struggle to push through clouds,
And still be blamed when its rainy.
But your phone light wont pursue its dreams.
Your torch wont burn brighter.
I would rather wait till after,
The clouds have gone and the sun comes back, lighter.
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Not the refined ideal version
imagined in the dead of night.
Not the best moments or your carefully crafted persona
but the raw, untamed, slightly bruised
and beautifully imperfect you.
The wind carries the seed of that truth
planting it deep within the soil of my soul.
It might take time to blossom,
to push through the hardened earth of expectation,
but it is there.
And in our shared quiet moments,
the world dissolves and the noise subsides~
I hear it again, a steady, unwavering hum:
You are enough. Just as you are. Now.
War Machine
Get ready to bring down the house.
The politicians took down the barriers.
Weare running out of time.
Missiles are flying.
Wehave lost our independence.
Put up your fist.
The people have decided.
Stand up and fight.
Take down walls of reason.
Stand up and keep on believing.
The government is corrupt.
Weare taxed to death, don’t give up.
Be vigilant.
Don’t be silent.
Put the suits and ties in jail.
Without bail.
This country belongs to us.
The phony politicians are below us.
Weare one as a unit.
Stand strong and push through it.
Too many lies.
Raid our enemies and say goodbye.
Full moon night
Most wildlife feeding
Breeze push through
Shadows dance
Rays ignite on steeple leaves
Scripture, soul's beacon
thoughts I have found in my head
A path from darkness to light
Not so angry, not so alone.
Not hiding from no one, just choosing which situation I will allow myself to be a part of.
I don't know what to say to anyone.
Maybe my help is not needed.. maybe finding peace for others is not the way it works.
You find this peace on your own. Or you don't
The answers to your questions. Only you yourself can answer. Peace is there inside you at all times. No one can tell you how to find it cause only you have the power to find it.
Experience usually answers all life's questions. But up to you to see this.
You have to want it. Accept it.
I'm learning I can't change nothing. What is just is what ain't just ain't.
Just push through the hard times. Enjoy the good times
Today is what counts. Can't change yesterday. Work for tomorrow but live for today.
Never give in or up.
Just saying
Peace is always in you. Don't fight it. Don't fear it
You don't even have to search for it. When you need it the most, it will find you. Same as strength, same as courage. All this lies within you at all times.
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