All day and all night,
I talk to myself.
Perhaps,
I talk a little too much.
When I stop talking,
there is so much hatred and fear all around,
so I light a little candle
somewhere inside myself.
I cannot change everyone,
nor can I stop
every fear.
All I can do
is take my own hand
and gently tell myself,
Come on, brother,
let’s be a little better friends.
What Should I Do?
You Are The Most
Foolish Person
I've Ever Met.
YOU!
-Gray Squirrel
06-06-2026
Times like these
are not times like those;
what lies in the future
only God knows.
What a silly thing, that is
to pray to the sky;
to cry into your palms
until your eyes dry.
You wouldn't believe in God
if you were me, too;
the years I begged for relief
just for the pain to pursue.
I understand he doesn't heal,
that bad things happen to all,
but I was a young child
who needed my suffering to fall.
I begged him for mercy,
plead for some air;
don't tell me there is someone
listening up there.
Go ahead, keep doing your thing;
talking to the clouds.
Maybe peace is something
you will be allowed.
and finally then came you ~
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girl crying keeling
asking Him why he took him
he was my true love
Having finally gotten through
The AI sentries
Dismissed all the references
Quoted from old books
Shaken the scent of incense
The diversion of bells
The echoed reverberance
Of traffic jammed words
I finally got through to GOD
Asked him what I should do
He replied “stop thinking about ME”
And how I can help YOU “
“stop telling people that I love them
If you don’t”
“and stop using MY WILL
As an excuse for not using
Your will…I gave it to you
For a reason.
I suggested he should have a Podcast
He chuckled mumbling
“satan’s got that covered”
“from both sides”
Say something… at least grunt
Acknowledge me when I’ve spilled my guts
Please ~ feign a little interest
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My soul lies down in silence,calm at ease,
and leaves me here to listen and feel,
a breathless future and a haunted past.
So,heart, I'll speak to you,a gentle guide,
while shadows lengthen and the light begins,
a quiet space where tender truths can hide.
You feel the weight of countless,petty sins,
the heavy moments that the day imparts,
the hidden battles that the spirit wins.
How does it feel within these fragile parts?
To hold the rhythm steady and the flow,
a quiet keeper of a life that starts
anew each morning,letting old things go?
My soul will stir and find this steady beat,
a silent strength that helps the spirit grow
Rather than talking to walls -
I talk to the universe
Which talks back.
The Milky Way hails -
The stars wink endlessly -
The planets - they enchant -
And if my ears are sharp -
I might hear steadfastly
The drum of time
In sync with my heart -
The crickets and the owls
As one rhyme.
It doesn't matter how I pray.
Don't need any fancy words to say.
God already knows what's in our heart.
All you and I need to do is start.
I tell Him how I really feel.
Or what part of my body that I need healed.
I ask forgiveness for things I've done wrong.
The Sins in my life that do not belong.
When I do not know what to say.
I say what I'm thinking anyway.
Even times I do not have a clue.
God knows it all, He created you.
Sometimes I'll read a Psalm and will say.
"God please help me in this very same way!"
As for any Church that charges for Prayer.
For me it's a red flag that saying "BEWARE!"
Jesus never once said "compensate Me!"
He healed and preached. He did it for free.
In 2 Corinthians 9 they were "ASKED" to give.
So that poor church members had a means to live.
Don't trust everything the modern Church may say.
Pray and ask God to show you the true way!
I see the sea is good
But the ocean is even better
Both beauty is superb
It makes me fell complete
In the morning, at dawn
In the afternoon, in the night
In the evening, in the twilight
In its magical reflection, serene
In the sounds of the waves, peace
I can talk to Him anytime.
I am unsure about some things that I see churches do.
It arouses questions in me, so I come to you.
Why do they say come down and we will pray.
Is it because they feel don’t know what to say?
The Holy Spirit does the groanings we can’t understand.
You want words from my heart and not some other man.
Then there’s pay for blessings something they ask us to do.
Some are so poor that they cannot afford too.
Not once did Jesus ask people for a single dime.
To help sick and dying, or paying for His time.
When my young children, told me what the other said.
My reply was let them come themselves and ask me instead.
I wanted to teach my children not to be afraid of me.
If someone is praying for another Lord, Is that what you see?
When we always pray for others, a habit can develop that’s wrong.
They will rely on the efforts of other, and their faith will never grow strong.
To me it’s like learning anything, It’s up to each individual to do.
Through our practice, effort, repetition, we will come to know you.
"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
I love to sit and watch the clouds,
as they dance across the big blue sky.
If I watch and wait what will I see,
animals like a zoo walking by.
One day I ask a big bright white cloud,
where are you going?
I was shocked when it answered back,
off to play it replied to me.
I did not know clouds could talk,
then I heard back-as a rule we don't.
I asked-how can pretty clouds rain down?
We get sad from traveling over the world,
when we have had enough then we rain tears down.
I said to my dog, "Let us go then, you and I,
while pink, wispy clouds traverse the azure sky.
Oh, do not bark, ‘What is it?’
Let's just go and make our visit
to your favorite tree so you can whiz it.
And then, we’ll go walk a little by the beach,
to hear the mermaids singing, each to each.
And if you're real good, we’ll stop by the bakery nearby
and share a fresh piece of that yummy peach pie.”
He didn't respond. He just kept sniffing.
n my periphery, a messenger arrived
carrying the sadness and the news of goodbye
“the roses you sent died out on their way before they could bloom
the dreams you planted were set on fire by the demons you fought”
now walking alone on the empty streets at night
staring at the moon wondering if you’re looking at it too
i would talk to moon thinking you’re hearing on the other side
beyond the seas, you were still close to me
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