For truth you reminds me of the world I once forgot
You dances with my thought and it wearies me a lot
I wish you were real and feel your closeness
Yet I chose you because you dont fake your loveliness
I abandoned the world of reality to dance with you
In drizzle of a rain or storm untill the skies turn blue
I feel untrivial of your fairness like a blossoms of cherry
And by the twilight I'd love to part our glass of sherry
I forgot- you are all fancy and waits you by the shore
Yet I feel your presence and glass of sherry; we part nevermore
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
Icy roads can leave you in a bind
Wintry weather wearies the mind
You lose your gloves, scarves left behind
You shiver beneath skies of gray
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
1-10-2026
Let go of the doubt, it clouds
So you may not see – you have the victory
I refuse to follow the crowds
Knowing that His love is always with me
When the fears haunt, revealing my anxiety
I listen to the Savior’s gentle voice
He tells me I have a friend of the best variety
He is here beside me, offering a choice
Let go of the fear, it wearies
Hear the joy in His quiet love, His love
He is there with me in all my queries
Reminding that I’m His, who’s from above
When the tears fall softly, I sense His grace
Writing hope into my heart, forever sincere
Never have I felt such love as when I’m in His embrace
He speaks life into my soul – it’s all so clear…
So long as I know this love that comes from the King
I never have to worry that there’s a dark end
When I think of Him, I know joy that causes me to sing
Softly murmuring of the One who is my forever friend.
It is a song of hope that silences my darkest night
Beyond the tears and worries, I see the love that abides
If I never know another day, I’ve found the true light
It is a light that awakens faith in me, faith that never misguides.
A wall of leaves, the sea of trees -
A verdant blanket on the hills
That stretches out endlessly -
Uninterrupted for miles.
My body wearies from travel;
I'm of a strange territory.
I know something of you all
But you don't recognize me.
Now I'm arrived for what I seek
And could not expect afar.
Won't you be as kith - oh, trees -
And provide me some shelter?
Your swarm is a soft embrace;
Your stance - admirable;
So many gathered in one place
That're loved and beautiful.
What is love really, do we understand?
Is it some feeling or our heart's screaming?
For someone it's ephemeral, for some its transitory.
Some say 'live for whom you love',some say 'be ready to die for your love' .
Some say 'if its true love, it will come back', some say 'if its true love, it will never leave'.
For some it's a blessing, for some it's is a lesson.
People come and go in their ways
But how they made us feel, forever stays.
We start to fall for memories not for the person,
Darling, Love is something which wearies you, without any reason!
What Is It
1.
The man who was my father sits
Wearing the face that will be mine,
Brooding in a place I cannot reach
In a time and space I'll never know
Speaks,when he does, as he never did before.
And so it comes to this, in the end
At least for far too many;
Live long enough,
The mind wearies of its ceaseless
Chasing after things,
Turns in, settles into the greyish No-Mans' Land
Of its Long-Ago,
The attics where the past lives on,
Where the fond and familiar reside.
Not so bad to settle there, I suppose,
Where everything moves through a better light,
Where the rough and uncertain
Goes smoothed and simplified;
The familiar rules, the strange is banned.
The price though, the loss, the erasure
Of so much of the Now;
All that which has travelled with you
Faded to obscurity
And you live among the unknown ghosts.
You are one to a guy living close,
Who sometimes lets you in on his woes,
The wrought by nearness of abodes;
Families walking the same roads…
Neighbor don’t deny your Good Morning,
At noon over the slight still mourning:
“Our blocks in the same habitation
And soon hearts of equal palpitation”
Yep, The Controlled By Vicinity,
Ahead going to embrace unity:
To stretch the name fullest: Good Neighbor,
As minds should not conceive Bad Neighbor…
Sometimes mindful of competition,
Your steady progress for petition;
Furtive glances at your new garments,
As you keep renewing them laments.
The poor wearies the rich with pleas
“For just my breakfasts help out, please!”
The rich with enervating labor
As condition for grant of favor!
Still, when it matters submits to bond:
In cocktails of one another fond;
For the wife beater alerts a cop,
For another’s death could himself drop!
Actor
factor
Actress
finesse
Icon
beckon
Stage fright
one’s plight
Playwright
in sight
Big star
goes far
Bit part
false start
Lead role
lifts soul
Star cast
so vast
Screen play
per say
Box smash
makes stash
Huge flop
might drop
Sitcom
Aplomb
Reruns
big guns
series
wearies
Fluffed lines
crowd whines
Encore
for more
Contract
intact
Wide screen
makes scene
Cartoon
at noon
Ghost flicks
use tricks
Broad script
equipped
Big break
I’ll take
Sad film
on whim
Long plot
such rot
Freeze frame
fair game
Lip sync
with kink
Flashback
gets flack
Montage
homage
Ad lib
so glib
Drama
trauma
Vignette
typeset
Time lapse
handclaps
Broadway
heyday
Climax
brass tacks
''
New day,
Same people,
Different encounters,
Smiling faces,
Straight looks,
Together in a space,
Eyes fixed on you,
Ears wide open,
Minds set on the table,
Waiting to be fed,
Some craving for an overflow,
Some satisfied with the daily ration,
They say, “too much wearies the mind”,
The indolent and lethargic,
Just want to be fed,
Hands feeble to toil,
Lessons for today,
Lessons for every day,
Beyond paper and pen,
Beyond board and marker,
Disputes to settle,
Conflict to mediate,
A middle course to steer,
Wisdom and insight are
needed for each day,
Learning to learn,
Is the motto for each new day,
Making people,
Is the mission statement,
Taking away the dross and dregs,
Is the sole duty,
Helping them find their feet,
Is the ultimate goal.
May 13, 2022.
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Saints know best from many saints past,
you're only as welcome as your miracles last.
So they quickly move on with their lives for the Lord,
to live a good life when the rabble get bored.
Miracles are much like a flash in the sky,
but rain is more welcome when fields are dry.
Ground that is fallow one year in a seven,
not wasteland, but soil that's resting for Heaven.
So tend to the business of sowing the seed,
generously share harvest with those much in need.
Give the ground rest when it wearies and tires,
or suffer the wrath of the Heavenly fires.
I am not tamed,
I stay in my nest
I fly to east or west;
I can chant beautiful melody
They are alike soothing songs,
Blowing wind embrace my wings.
I fly high in the bright daylight,
I rest in my nest on the darkest night,
Yet I can't fly in the drenching rain.
I peck with my beak,
Sweetest berries
Vanishes my wearies.
I live without worries,
Yet I am free
Dwelling in my tree.
I am little bird
Wondering of my life
To live safe.
I dwell in a pretty home
Filled with fragrant emotions
Beautiful days pass as foam
Endearing enchants our fashions.
Home of ours, built with hopes
To dine without any unpleasant worries
Every brick earned of hardest sweat
Tied us with love, without wearies.
Sand and bricks blended with water
To give life to our family home,
Emotions enchants in our blood
Spreads love in the wind and foam.
We share our sorrows and pains
As our love filled in blood and veins,
We dwell under one roof of love,
Fills our home with pleasant sounds.
We lack in earning but not in love,
We cherish our joy with earnest smiles
We are the jewel of our little home
Delighted to live in our HAPPY HOME.
Music whispers in the ears
beautiful melody hears
stinking memories
dries up with left out worries
as my eyes rest without wearies.
burning branches
the vine
a new name coloring I am..
the shepherd is now the vine
the hired hand the branches..
the colors change
but I am..our identity..remains..
branches express the separation
which we all experience..
we live in what seems as
a subject-object world..
as branches we seek the vine
unaware that we already are
the vine..!
then it happens in a moment
as the seeking wearies
our false identity as branches
is burned..at last revealing:
I am the vine..and the
fruits of joy burst forth...
It's insanity, for all is vanity;
It's like spinning your wheels, going nowhere fast.
Getting caught up in things that will not last.
Building your hopes upon the sand;
Wasting your time on an already foiled plan.
One that is ruined before it gets off the ground.
Build your hopes on something sound.
In Jesus Christ there is righteousness;
And upon His bosom you can rest.
The thing that has been is that it shall be,
And an ear never wearies of hearing and an eye of all is shall see and see.
A sea is not full of the rivers that flow,
And a man full of knowledge will still need to know.
More about Jesus and His mission on earth,
And what to the man the mission is worth.
Life everlasting...it's simple and plain,
So let not your living be in vain.
Ecclesiastes - Chapter 1
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