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Deep Ponderer Jan 2018
The lakes and mountains
Are my escape
A hiatus from life's ache.
What's your escape?
Deep Ponderer Jan 2018
Be nice, no matter the price.
It may create a turbulence
In the haters' veins
But you will stay sane.
A sense of peace
will occupy
Your blank space.
Deep Ponderer Jan 2018
I'm not ashame
To say "I am weak".
If I considered myself strong
That's only to make people think
I fought my battles
single handedly.
That would absolutely be a lie.
Because honestly "I am weak",
And I fall and cry.

I find comfort and peace
in knowing that
There is someone
fighting my battles beside me.
My weakness is not my enemy,
But it makes me realise
That I am in need
of a Saviour,
And His strength
is made perfect in my
Weakness
.
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ's power may rest on me. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2cor 11:9,10
Deep Ponderer Jan 2018
We punish ourselves
Then we blame God.
We punish ourselves
With our own thoughts.
We try to draw meaning
From what was once lost.
We say "our sins
cannot be forgiven."
Hence we punish ourselves
But for what reason?

The guilt we carry
Can be forgiven.
Step into the light
Brust forth all
that is hidden.
For what is life
without a little strife?
Stop tormenting yourselves with unpleasant thoughts, pray for our God is great and wants to release us from such agony.
Deep Ponderer Dec 2017
I'm desparate for that girl,
She's slumbering I know
For my heart had turn cold.
She's a girl who sees
Through crystal clear eyes,
She discerns the black from the white
Even what's in between
the intersecting line.
She serves because she's loved
She doesn't please others
to quench her thirst.
I'm trying to wake her up
I need that girl in me.
The beauty I seek
That radiates love
with ever heartbeat.
Inner beauty is the best kind of beautiful. But for most of us it's in a dormant state.
  Dec 2017 Deep Ponderer
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
BLACK and WHITE,
DARKNESS can't fade her LIGHT.

GREY, A perfect shade--blended,
Her aura, an array of VIVID colours;
A permanent rainbow--extended.


By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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