SøułSurvivør

Sep 2016

K Balachandran

I sure miss you here,
(In the hope that
you miss me too)
And if you don't,
I don't know
where this narrow path
through dense woods
will take me at the end.
No way, I could go back
to the begining when
my hope is there in the
journey's end.

Presumptions, we think
would have no thorns to fear,
but cause vein jumps
again and again that may prove
the grapes were sore after all.

Every wish prompting one
to hit the road, often with
no rhyme or reason, would
have underlying conditions,
though unseen from where one starts.
Why, are we afraid to speak openly
how the journey would end
even when we set out so excited?

On your wall beyond the reach
of my eager eyes are sketches
still incomplete;
that may break or make me.
And what it does to you then
is an idea vague in my imagination.

#love #uncertainty #illusion #fallacy #pang

Sep 2016

Solaces

J e l l y f i s h g h o s t

3 times I have seen you.
twice before dark and once in the stars.
twice while the sky was a flaming orange painted by a setting sun.
Jellyfish ghost in the sky.
Like tiny little moons they glowed bright.
I then met with such a peace.
A peace that could calm a raging storm.
The third time I saw all of you was late in the night.
Stars were leaving in the sky.
No longer would they make our constellations.
But all of you stayed behind.
Jellyfish ghost high in the black sky.
You took the place of all the stars now gone.

3 dreams

#why #i #do #see #them

Sep 2016

South-by-Southwest

One handed thief (the getaway car)

The one handed thief ran out of the bank and jumped into the getaway car only to realize it was a four on the floor with stick shift .

#thief #dumbest

SøułSurvivør Sep 2016

Strength in Christ [10W]

-¡-

Jesus Christ is not a crutch
He is my

BACKBONE

SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016

Dear friends, don't be surprised at the fiery trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you. Instead, be very glad- for these trials make you partners with Christ in His suffering, so that you will have the wonderful joy of seeing His glory when it is revealed to all the world.
1 Peter 4:12,13 NLT

I have never gotten disillusioned by my walk with Jesus. I knew it would be a bed roses - for it is a very sweet place. But roses have thorns. And I encounter those, too.

I've encountered many incredibly difficult things since I came to know Jesus. But my present suffering is nothing in comparison to the glory that will come in His presence. All I want is for Him to say, "Well done."

I will be reading in a couple of hours. I hope you all are well.
I'm praying for you!

-¡-

#god #strength #jesus #weakness #test #support #hellopoetry107

Sep 2016

harlon rivers

The Azure Violin

The Violin’s azure strings wept softly,
from inside of a mind made cell;
musical echoes lamenting,
a poignant abyss too vast to fill
each and all silenced reverie,
leaving the philosopher’s stone
                                          unthrown

Blue guitar minor chord changes,
bent notes phrasing sharps and flats;
memories ―      gently weeping confirmation
as a repressed flow of soul
pensively leaks out

The spirit's currents eddy
suffused within written verve;
silently purging the soul's fountains ―

                                    musical rivulets swell
                                     quietly overflowing
                              an alchemist’s soul unfurled...

        © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved

September sojourn ...9/15/2016
... journal entry: an unexpected perfect storm, casting ashes into the ocean
& bluebirds

A musician with a wounded wing ...
trying to find the strength to fly.
Nothing fills the chasm left behind
when we lose an invisible,
indivisible, irreplaceable thread
that binds the tapestry of our lives...

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1750888/a-lonely-bird-without-a-song/
...you never know what you've got until it's gone.

https://youtu.be/I5raMzavYgE
Amos Lee - "Violin"

#life #thoughts #blues #repost #melancholymadness

Sep 2016

calpurnia mockingbird

Torment

You will not see my shadow pass
the gate of mournings eerie dark
Nor hear my voice among the reeds
that grow above my silenced heart
No fondest kiss to furrowed brow
to quell the torment of your making
for you have left me here alone
to sleep the sleep that knows no waking.

The last line was pilfered from a Victorian grave stone. It was too beautiful to leave there.