As the title says..Yet I find, so so often the human response
Is ( its everyman for himself ! )
Though what destiny can man control.??? Still they have That tendency to let all things roll.'
stones
“pick a large stone son,” he said looking into the shallow brook
“one that is heavy and smooth to fit both hands.
not a small stone that you can gather into one palm
nor easily hold when using both; test your limits when you choose.”
the youngster selected a large stone, one he could hardly hold,
grunting and groaning he finally managed to say
“this is the stone i have selected, it is smooth and colorful
this stone is heavy and with a wrong step i shall fall.”
“then so be it my son, let this be your stone…
the stone you carry with you throughout your lifetime
and when tempted to throw stones at others
whether their cause be just or unjust, agreeable or not
always select this stone, too heavy to throw
only heavy enough to remind you of your own limitations.”
and this is how i learned about strength in weakness
and how to select stones for the garden of my life.
© tolbert
This black tar covers my brain,
With viscosity of motor oil from a 1950's tractor,
Wiping every so often but it still remains,
Trauma of life may have been a factor,
Continuously drips finding my crevices of weakness,
Seizing every ounce of good nature it can,
A vicious vacuum for precious meekness,
This twisted consumption is part of some plan,
Barbed wire around ribs puncturing with every breath,
Wounds to never be healed duly,
A hand of tar pumps my heart preventing death,
Even if it's the one thing the sickness seeks truly.
With age I’ve grown tired,
weary but not insane.
My bones are rather achy,
but my heart is too humane.
At night my vision is blurry,
with pills I kill my pain.
My hearing aid does help,
for sound to reach my brain.
But offensive words do fall,
in ear just like the rain.
It’s true I am short on temper,
but calm I do remain.
In need of care and kindness,
My soul I must retain.
My life has reached it’s twilight,
just like a passing train.
My deeds surpass my age,
There is no more to gain.
Life is just a journey,
And days on this terrain.
No one should fear death,
a pass to the next domain.
To all I bid farewell,
for soon we’ll meet again.
In my dreams you interrupt,
In my shower you limit water,
Putting in clothes you drum louder
And getting out I'm sweating.
You were to be my strength,
My weakness you turned,
Your tone so unpleasant to hear,
Ready to turn me in to tear my status.
My wish you are not concerned,
Only your will and wish counts,
Going to eat you are tailing me,
And eating you over watch ,with anger.
Finishing my meal seems to hurt you,
Relying on you, you melt for me to fall,
My sorrow burns up in my heart,
And you can't let me have a sip.
Going to sleep, I wait for too long,
And my stomach rumbles due to coldness,
Your words dehumanizes me,
And you turn my night to a nightmare.
Competition is weakness
Check yourself and speak to your soul
You need no confusion
Just understand your value
Develop your worth
And keep your usefulness intact
If you have a competition
Let it be with yourself
This is not a lie otherwise
You are a product of weakness
Competition is weakness
I don't need no competition
Instead I need co-operation
Instead to fight for the best
I prefer to be the best for myself
I need no approval to be better
I just need me to make me
The best version of myself
I don't want to be on your roll my friend
I am blessed with my time
So give way for togetherness instead
Of fighting for a mere champion
I have always known that my best
Competition is with my self
Cos I have grown to realize that
All we fight for we can live without them
I refuse to be a product of weakness
So take the championship and
spare me the competition
I need no weakness in my domain
My beautiful diamond where have you been?
Is it hard to search for you out and in?
I know you're not in the sky,
For you have no wings to fly
Yet hiding in a place away from my face
Is it too tough to reach to your place?
I dig the earth, i plough the field
Yet no sign of you to be reveal
Beyond the gold that pull me through
Away from the silver yet I come to you
I hold you once, and now you are gone
Was it my fault to what I have done?
Or was it my weakness that you said "we are done"
Oh beautiful diamond that shine through
Please come to my life I long for you
You're not a stone that I will throw
You're a precious one that use to glow
My heart is aching when you are leaving
I wish to see your smile that keeps me loving.
My frailty was a huge weight,
A burden I was unable to support.
But I mustered the strength to go on.
and they make my weakness into a strength.
My uncertainties and worries acted as a wall,
A wall I couldn't go over.
But I mustered the courage to press on.
And make my weakness the wake of my strength.
My battles were like a storm,
I couldn't control the temperature.
But I discovered the will.
as knowing folks hating you innocently, hearts boosting love deeply.
August 18/2023
Instead of percieving that the universe is conspiring against us, belief that the universe is working in our favor, brightens our perception
~Quote by Poet
We can transform rapacity by changing our beliefs and perceptions
Exploring our mind and body and by letting ourselves go—for instance
A room without books is like a body without a soul—positive words blanket
Keeping us covered with comfort, love, and hope, and teaches us to
Never stop from searching deeper on the path toward our better selves.
Each morning, I open my eyes, say to myself I have the power to make me
Stronger or weaker, this is because we are smarter than we think we are
Shusaku Endo said that every weakness contains within itself a strength
Furocity - it boils within the very vessels in essence
Bursting esteemed love, susceptible in it's unwavering
Vulnerability
Purity abreast of angelic fortification so easily crumbled
Shattered as splintered crystal fury slashes altruistic tracts
Lively divine power, immeasurable, snuffed by frailty
Resentful vengeance's suffocating unrelent.
I want to write to you the endless paragraphs I dream about sending you,
Then shut the door behind and never look back but what good will it bring?
You’re too good for me, and I hate that.
I’m fragile, and clingy,
One wrong move and i’ll crumble.
I hate you, I love you,
I wish you knew how much you hurt me at times.
You don’t know it, and you don’t mean it I’m just blaming you too much.
I need to stop, I need to limit us,
So now I’m going to keep you at arm’s length now,
No more and no more.
Strengthen even in weakness
The strength that a man resist is much more persist by a woman, it is granted to her because God knows each gender attributes he instill.
So if you are a whoremongur, you shouldn't want to be permissive anymore, because God got you on duty, at the same hour of the enemy time. Make sense become accurate in the eyes of the permissible, before foolishness drip on the masculinity, Purpose being denied are the results of a wasted brain. God moving forward on those who can retain is something worth that man being shame. And when the feminine role resist to stay it's only to say she found a safer place called dignity, not for the public peace, but for the loyalty she lives by. And for the peace of her own sanity. That God has given her the peace to start war because he knows her strengthen even in weakness.
She feels it again. The hooks try to grab her again they try to drag her under. The brown eye girl fights it. She tries not to look around her town everything reminds her of him; It reminds her of the man she once loved. The church down the street where they met and kissed for the first time. The sound of his voice still echoes in her head. Her heart sometimes rushes even when she doesn't think of him. The dark place tries to pull her in again by using all the stuff the green eye man did to her. The brown eye girl has done her time in the dark place she did nine months of it back in 2009. She climbed out of it once before it took everything she had. The brown eye girl doesn't want to go back to it ever again afraid if she is dragged back in she won't be able to get back out again. She won't be going back there due to him; he won't be her kryptonite.
Bard nocks Black Arrow, barebow thrills and kills ~ a ripple in Smaug’s armor
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