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Tina Guttery Poem
Sometimes fear is a monster hiding under my bedwaiting for the chance or opening to jump
into my head. Once in it twists and turns stabbing me like a knife. It's been an unwelcome
companion for what seems like my whole life. What can I do now to make it go away? There
have been so many reasons for it to come and stay and yet I still fight it day in and day out
wondering if its hold on me will one day give out.
I know the answer to my question even as I wait - the hope that rises in me and it's name is
Faith. Faith stands tall and straight with his head held up high, faith is not afraid to look fear
in the eye because he knows he is stronger than the little monster of fear. He knows that
he'll win the battle should fear come near.
But like most everything in life Faith only comes as a choice – for fear is instilled in everyone
before we find our voice. Then we will awaken and find Faith by our side – the hope that he
gives us comes in like the rushing tide sweeping away all the traces we've held on to for
years. Faith has caused the death now of all my fleshly fears.
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Moonlit skies light up my face
as I sit here in this place
surrounded by the music of the creatures of the night
The crickets chirp their peaceful song
the river runs quietly along
as if they are in a dance together with themselves.
The moon seems to hold my dreams
within itself or so it seems,
until I see the stars brighten and light up in the night sky.
Gazing into them I am filled with wonder
hearing a sound like roaring thunder
Yet no clouds block my view in this glorious night.
But yet a voice comes so sweet and tender
and propels me willingly to surrender
to the dreams and hopes that feel my heart and mind.
It's almost like sunshine springing out through rain
it takes away all of life's pain
and makes dreaming a dream something real.
To feel your heart come alive within you
to know that there is a big breakthrough
in all that you ever dreamt your life could become.
It's worth hanging your dreams on the moon,
to feel such warmth, like a well-played tune
strumming on the strings of the deepest part of your spirit.
Like the flowers blooming in the meadow
the dreams began to open and flow
and I begin to my own song that goes along with the night.
A reflection of light from the moon on my face
made me think of dreams and embrace
the love that is within a voice, a song, a night.
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What are the thoughts that zoom through your head?
I can sense your emotions fighting over things your heart has said
sometimes when idea and emotion meet they are wed
things that happen are often instead
reality of two spirits connecting on a single thread,
the thread of God that extends from the God-head
like a web down to earth where we, as humans, tread
the thoughts are connected - even those left unsaid,
the mind fighting emotions shooting out warheads
that violently crash, causing fire to be bred
a fierce rushing heat that many often dread
but sometimes the fire is what purifies instead
we pray to our Father and will not be misled
we will soar in the skies, on His connecting web as foresaid
in our hearts and minds His words we will embed
remembering always the blood that he bled
is what brought us together, friendship looming ahead.
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Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, and still,
She sits and wonders how her life could be so real
that it's like a fantasy – a fantasy gone bad.
She stops and smiles at herself wondering how she didn't go mad
or maybe she really is and just doesn't know.
She bows her head as the tears begin to flow.
So many things have happened to her, she must laugh at her lot
For years she sat in a darkened cave alone and distraught.
So familiar with heartache she wanted to run and hide
but every time she moved she always seemed to collide
into a wall that was unseen, held in place by tightened chains
that cut deep into her flesh causing even greater pains.
Sometimes she had to stop fighting and just sit down and rest
and it sometimes seemed like resting put a bigger burden on her chest.
The weights grew so heavy that she knew she couldn't stand
she fell to the dirty floor unable to comprehend
how life could be so hard, full of disappointment and fear
And happiness seemed to turn and run anytime she came near.
She didn't know that things are often much different than they appear.
Everyday she heard them taunting her, playing their heartless games,
she cried so much she eventually believed herself to be all those names
that they gave to her, assigned to her, thought of her to be,
and all she ever dreamt of was to one day be free.
If darkness could be tangible she could hold it in her hands,
for it shrouded her and held her captive in its chilling land.
A prisoner of silence she was sentenced early on,
parole wasn't an option she was sentenced without doing wrong.
So in her small cave of darkness she sat as a little girl
Afraid and brokenhearted this became her only world
Nightmares kept her dreams far from her reach
And terrors icy hand held her tight and took her speech
She fell deeper into a hole of depression and despair
Always hoping for a hand to reach out to her and to care.
She lost her voice deep inside of her and silence took its place.
It filled her heart and mind without leaving a single trace
of who she really was or what she was here to be.
This hovel became her home and she had no way to flee.
It was a while that she sat there, still, in her cellblock.
The guards of Fear and Self-hatred always came to mock.
They came to her cell and teased her through the iron bars
They whipped her with their hands and words leaving many scars.
(continued see part two)
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You're a slave
to the domination of your choosing.
You're so naïve.
Simple denial creates confusion.
Just admit it.
That you have a problem
It's so obvious to us all
Just admit it and take the fall
We are delusioned.
We think that we are free.
We're so bound
By our own mindful sound.
Our thoughts twist.
We refuse to acknowledge.
We purposely miss
The escape route that is made.
We are enslaved
To the gods of this world
To carnal minded thinking
Instead of refreshing renewal.
How do we escape?
When all there is to see
Is the constant failure
The repetitive redundancy
Do we stand?
Cast off evil imaginations,
Let our minds have revelation,
And our spirits impartation.
It's no joke.
The hardest armor to wear
The armor of God
Yet it defends us rightly.
No penetration.
The boundaries are set.
But the battle lines
Are in our own minds.
Can you win?
Will you stand up to yourself?
To the ideas you've adopted.
The values you claim true.
The mind's playground.
Full of imaginations
Deceitful in it's own passivity
But there is another…
Enslaved to God
Thinking thoughts He gives
Not all is lost in this generation
New thoughts given rejuvenation
I will stand.
Even in the field of myself.
When my mind is against me
When everything else is failing.
It's either, or.
The choice is well-defined.
You're either for or against.
Which do you choose?
Romans 6:22 - But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to
God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life.
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Crazy love, so fluent it seems
to only come from within my dreams
and always has an unpredictable theme
that sometimes makes me want to scream
both from excitement and from extreme
agony from not knowing how to gleam
the necessary words to redeem
my heart from floating away downstream...
Crazy love, like music, carries me away it seems.
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His eyes so deep and blue hold a truth within them.
As I gaze into their depth, I get lost like a child,
eager to explore and unaware that I have strayed.
I long to seek out sensations and feelings
that I've never felt before and through each discovery I
feel changed. Excited. Renewed.
I feel like I've been immerses in a fragrance so rich and
pure. The scent arouses my senses and perks me up.
If I never discover where the smell comes
from exactly I still know it originates from a man full of
passion for all things dear to him. That alone is very
intriguing.
His eyes have a way of holding me in a way
that arms cannot. They convey a strength that is big enough
to catch me when I'm falling - and yet they make me trip
and get completely tangled in a beautiful mess.
I'm caught up in a world of spinning laughter, of endless wonder
and almost mystifying magic. With one glace they make my belly do
somersaults. They make my heart pound, but make all my
muscles go weak. I could stare into them forever and allow
them to love me.
How can one person make someone feel such feelings?
Its like standing in a river with a current so strong and warm...
oh to just let go is pure bliss and now I am floating downstream.
I am Surrounded and saturated. The twists and turns and dips
are not scary but exciting. Invigorating.
To taste the smell of love is almost intoxicating; taking me to
far away dreamy places. It's like dancing in the rain barefoot
with total abandon. All else takes second place when it comes to
this love. This love is something that I will guard with my life. This
love is something I will cherish and hold tightly. Those eyes. They
say it all. They take me in and leave me breathless while at the
same time they spin me.
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She wept softly at what her life had become
in her mouth held silently chained still and unused sat her tongue.
Truth stared into her eyes and said what do you want me to do?
Let me tell you a story and I'll ask again when I'm through.
I've known you for a while now and I've been waiting for your call.
It was when you cried out for a rescue that your chains began to fall
Sitting silent and in this cell, with her head down and eyes half closed
She decided she needed to look again and see the way Truth glowed.
She lifted up her head and tried to focus her eyes
Suddenly she saw Truth above all the mountain of lies.
She wasn't all alone as she had thought before
The truth had been there waiting for her like an open door.
All the years of lies ran – she heard them shrieking down the hall
The more she focused on the Truth, the more the lies got small.
The chains began to break, their hold could be no more
For Truth had it's vengeance and higher was his score.
She shifted on the bed as the tears continued to flow.
She thanked God for her freedom from the undertow.
Finally she made it to where she wanted to be
Finally, yes finally, she was free.
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Not sure what this is growing from within
feeling like the quiet crescendo of a violin
rising higher, feather-floating up through the air
the intensity keeps building, and I am made aware
of the color of my soul - the emotions that I hide
the feel of the rollercoaster as I get on to ride
the dips are so fast the turns so exciting
the thrill is sweet and quite inviting
the laughter erupts from deep within my belly
it makes me feel like I am in a tub full of jelly
soothing and delightful, such sweet bliss
like the feel of the flutter after a first kiss
violin playing, gently and low,
the rollercoaster begins to slow
does it have to change when I climb off
the thudding of my heart will beat soft...
Content yet wanting more will be my request
this is what its like in the middle of happiness....
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The pillow holds my head
til the sun peeks in the window
ever so slowly as though daring to view my face
yet not afraid to be the first
of the day.
A warm embrace pursues
seeping sweetly within my skin
fiercely, and yet with a gentle, soft coaxing kindness,
undaunted by my hesitance
to succumb.
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