Your eyes are the sea at a boardwalk on a sunny day,
with the sea foam splashing small children holding onto their drippy ice cream cones,
begging their mothers for "one last ride".
Your eyes are the sparkle in a sapphire stone,
Precious, something to be coveted and treasured.
And when you smile...your eyes, they glitter and dance,
like sparks flying off of a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
Can you see my struggle?
See all my moves from afar?
What do you think?
What do you all think?
It can't be good.
I'm clumsier than ever,
not fitting in so much
to where it's now
my place in this place.
What good could be said?
That I pointlessly stumble
through life with a scrambled,
skewed vision of how you all are?
I morph at your will,
bending to your word
and surely you know I break too.
Physically through the day
and mentally through the night.
A plight for a fool
who has strings coming
from it's limbs
and I know inside
I'm just playing the parts.
The most ironic thing
is that you probably have no idea
how much our interactions
keep me awake at night.
Rocking back and forth,
criticisms bouncing off the walls
and they are all self inflicted.
It stays with me
for long periods of time
while you probably think
no more about it minutes later.
You control me
and I control no one,
not even myself.
HAPPY AT HER, BEING BROUGHT TO HEART
THINGS WERE KILLED
THINGS WERE INGESTED
SHE WAS CELEBRATED
PRAYED FOR BY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
SHE HAD EVERYTHING
IT WAS ALL AT HER DISPOSAL
SHE WAS LAZY
HER BEAUTY WAS RARE
ALSO A MANIAC AT DOING THINGS
IT GOT WRONG
WHEN HER PARENTS DIED
BROUGHT UP BY A PROSTITUTE GUARDIAN
ALL HAPPENED SIMULTANEOUSLY
IT GOT WORSE
HER INNER CONSCIENCE HAD BEEN BURIED
SHE WAS THE DEVIL HERSELF
A GREEN SNAKE IN GREEN GRASS WAS SHE
NEVER FAR FROM EVIL
EVIL NEVER FAR FROM HER
PRAYER BY ENEMIES THEN STICKED
IT FOLLOWED HER AS HER SHADOW
NEVER LEFT HER FOR A MOMENT
UNTIL HER ULTIMATE RUIN.
I am God
I AM WHO I AM
There are none like Me
The strength of My might is immeasurable
The breadth of My knowledge unknowable
My children I protect
My followers I love
None whom I take into My hand I forsake
Blessed are those, O Lord, who hear Your voice!
Be not absent from my mind!
But have patience and be of slow words
For Your servant, Lord, can only write haltingly
I give the dumb speech
To the blind I give sight
The deaf hear again with My touch
My children pass like breaths
But I am eternal
Speak to the God who listens
Oh merciful God, blessed be Your name!
Holy are You that takes the time to listen to my speech
My enemies are forfeit, my mockers destroyed
The God of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, of Moses, of Noah
Graciously, mercifully listens to a babbler, a fool
Humble my heart O Lord
That my words might be pleasing to You
Listen to my prayer, O God
And hide Yourself not from my supplication!
Attend to me and answer me;
I am restless and distraught in my complaint
And must moan
Lord to Your servant David You would answer
Answer now my pleas, though my heart be crude and unfit
Lord do You see Your child?
He is tormented day and night by thoughts of You
Your hands molded him into being
His heart You placed in his chest and it was made to worship You
But he is attacked and harassed
Lord how he despairs so unjustly!
Deep into the mire has he sunk
He is trapped there in agony
And the prince of lies is his companion
Into his ears demons whisper day and night
Lord, do not abandon him!
You made him to love, to worship You!
His heart You love, his mind You made
What gifts You have blessed him with!
Then how now does he suffer?
Forsake me not, O Lord!
O my God, be not far from me!
Make haste to help me, O Lord! My salvation!
This heart bleeds and weeps at his suffering
In my insolence I thought it was I who could free him from his pain
But no, it is You!
God will you crush him too?
Destroy his oppressors and free his soul
He would worship and love You God, this I swear:
These eyes have seen, these ears have heard
All is in alignment, he is made to be your most devoted follower
Let him worship You Lord, for this is right
Forgive him his tresspasses, forgive him his sins
Let him not weep in despair
As he feels Your absence and is tortured still
Are You not his savior?
Are You not his redemption, his healer?
God, Your lover, Your bride weeps to see Your abandonment
She cries to see Your glory
Her pleading will never cease
Till Your mercy is shown
And he is freed from his suffering
And back into the tender care of Your loving arms
She will plead until You are glorified
And Your children love You as one
Hold back not Your glory
Love Your children
Forget them not in Your wrath, o Lord
May Your mercy come down like a cloud
And Your love as a rain
Amen and amen
Glory to You forever and ever, o God
a lot of words between your lips...
words searching for a freedom..
words so poetic, need a love..
to meddle into that romantic world...
words wants to touch a reality...
and to be the brightness star...
to hug so tight the passion...
to give and to take the love which it wants...
a lot of words between your lips..
a lot,even when you sleep...
a lot of words you want to say...
even i can read them on your lips...
see and read what your lips wants to say..
say it,don't get hesitate...
let a picture get complete...
say it,you know that i know it...
say it please..
i got bore from this silence...
enough with that shyness...
say it and get those words out...
a lot of words between your lips...
a lot,but i will get them from between your lips...
hazem al ...
Are you today, wasting your wilderness?
Don’t you know, it’s appointed by God?
Nothing is squandered in His economy;
are you diligently seeking His holiness?
Do you realize, that He will humble you,
will test you and will do right by you?
Are you prepared for the future blessing,
that’s on its way? Soon you will view
God’s plan and purpose that He’s crafted…
especially for you! Rejoice loudly now!
Though you’re excessively burdened with
challenges, you’ve been divinely adapted
with abilities and strength to become
flexible, to be led by His glory cloud,
not taking matters into your own hands;
are you allowing Him to loving plumb…
your weary soul and eternal spirit?
Rom 8:28; Deu 8; Jam 1:1-4; 2 Cor 1:8-9;
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Some head to Blackpool,
Some head to Skegness,
Some just look to escape,
From their daily stress,
Some head further,
And even venture abroad,
Some go all inclusive,
And some go half board,
Some lay on beaches,
Whilst others choose to explore,
Some sign up for trips,
That you can do,
On every package tour,
Some are not so lucky,
And barely travel far,
Maybe a day out on train,
Or perhaps a ride in’t car,
Some visit Pubs for lunch,
And some for afternoon tea,
Maybe it’s a morning brunch,
Or a tram ride across the city,
Free time, Holiday time
Or simple times,
Just some of the things we do,
To while away,