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030125

I sink in the vast oceans of grace,
I wait for You, my Lover,
The One who loves my soul,
My Redeemer who lives and reigns forever.

Even the elders bow before You,
Their voices lift in endless praise, singing, "Holy, holy, holy,"
A symphony that never ceases—
We were created for one purpose: to worship You eternally.

Beautiful are You,
And beautiful are all Your works.
You are the Light that guides my path,
Never ignoring a single cry of mine,
You answer and comfort, holding me close in Your embrace.

In my victories and my deepest distress,
You are always present; You are my rock, my foundation.
You have built my life upon a solid foundation,
And written my name in Your eternal Book of Life.

I wonder, what could the Heavens truly be like—
Without You, could they even be called Heaven?
I gaze at the sky, searching,
But when I look within my heart,
I find You already there, dwelling within me.
 Feb 28
Arcassin B
AB - ..Baby rejection is protection,
We were never ever the same,
Self awareness and common sense meets logic,
The human brain can only do so much,
Consciousness electrifying beyond universes,
Thoughts racing into better circumstances,
Better choices,
So be mad when its you I would erase, you are a phase,
Don't betray my trust , it could get ugly,
Make up a sob excuse for what you did, waddle like a little puppy,
This world is a joke and when it ends , it still will begin..

A.R. - They say it’s best
To expect the harm
From other human beings.
Its yours anyway
If you ignore it.
Your fate, your fault
Your flaw.

No excuse for innocence
Even if we all
Join this world
With it
intrinsic.


**** that.


There’s an obscene
arsenal of barbs
And daggers.
Piled up on the
hardwood floor.

A Battle Royale
In waiting.
But I won’t touch
A single one.
Not even for the shadows.


Cut me down
And I’ll be shorter
But I’ll never be
Anyone but
Me.

(Full poem in link)
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/02/this-world-ft-ar-ivanovich.html
 Feb 23
Mark Bell
You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.
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A whisper, suspended,
in the breath of time—
You call me to pause,
to drink in Your beauty,
a nature unbound,
shifting through the veil of now.
Creation dances in Your eyes.
I am left undone,
consumed by wonder.

You pull the thread, stop.
The path, unwritten,
crumbles beneath my feet,
I stumble, without Your hand.
But there, in the space
between my breaths, You claim me.
How wondrous to be Yours—
in the pulse of life, a child in Your care.

Your voice, a ripple, “Go.”
The signal— clear as silence,
a knowing beyond knowing.
Peace not in the answers,
but in the stillness of surrender.
Joy blooms,
wild and untouched, when I listen.
When I obey, I am reborn
in the endless song of You.

Written in Your palms,
not just my path—
but the heartbeat of purpose,
carved in eternity’s skin.
I wait, unspeakable,
for the moment we meet.

In this breath,
I release my trust—
unfurling like an ocean,
no storm too wild,
no arrow too sharp.
Your love—
a masterpiece in fragments,
abstract, infinite,
a canvas that has no end.
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Ikaw —
Ikaw ang nag-iisang Pag-asa,
Ni hindi Mo ako binigo’t
Ni minsa’y hindi ako tinalikuran.

Sa bawat pagkakamali’y
Ni hindi Mo ako hinusgahan
Bagkus tanging yakap Mo ang naging sandigan.

Ikaw ang aking Pahinga,
Ang aking kalasag at kalakasan.
Sa Iyong mga Salita’y nabubuhay ako —
Nagiging bago ang lahat,
Nagiging payapa ang puso.

Sa tuwing isasandal ko ang aking sarili,
Sa’yo lamang ako nakakahinga,
At nagiging mahimbing ang aking pagtulog.
Ikaw ang lunas sa bawat sakit,
Walang duming hindi Mo kayang hugasan.

Ngayo’y nandito ako
Upang manghiram Sa’yo
Kahit alam kong hindi ko ito masusuklian.

Pahiram —
Pahiram ng lakas sa bawat araw,
Pahiram ng bagong pananaw
Nang ako’y makausad at makaahon.

Pahiram —
Pahiram ng hininga at sandali,
Pagkat hindi ko batid
Kung hanggang kailan lamang ang buhay.

Alam kong ang lahat ng sa akin ngayo’y
Tanging hiniram ko lamang Sa’yo
Kaya’t turuan Mo akong hindi angkinin ang mga ito.
Sa’yo ang lahat, at balang araw ay kukunin Mo rin ito
At ibabalik ko Sa’yo ang aking paghinga.

At ang tanging hiling ko’y
Mapapurihan pa Kita,
Maging malinis ang puso
Hanggang sa pagbabalik Mo.
Salamat — Salamat, Ama.
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Life drains me,
And as I search for the reasons,
I find only myself to blame.
The choices I made,
The chances I let slip away,
The endless wandering that carried me too far.

For a time, I hated myself.
I cried tears not meant for me,
Carried burdens that weren’t mine to bear,
And still, they left me—
Alone.
The pain lingers,
But you never abandoned me.

My strength comes from you.
My joy, too.
And as I lie in the quiet,
I sleep wrapped in your embrace,
You cover me,
You rescue me.

Is it only me you bless?
Is your grace meant for me alone?
What must I prove to myself
When my heart no longer beats
in rhythm with your approval?

May I never miss my portion,
The rainbows you’ve already prepared for me.
For when I laid my heart bare,
You found it.

You brought it back to life,
So that now,
I can love you more than I love myself,
More than those I hold dear.

Does it matter if my tears run dry for them?
Will eternity slip away
if I choose what you do not desire?
When will I find myself again?
When will my soul be satisfied?
 Dec 2024
Erenn
The new year arrives not with thunder, but with a whisper—soft, persistent, and unyielding.
It carries the weight of time gone by, the fragments of moments we let slip like sand between careless fingers.

Regret lingers like an unspoken truth, a shadow cast by the light of what could have been. We try to grasp it, to undo it, to reweave the threads of yesterday, but the loom has turned, and the past is a river that only flows forward.

Time was never ours to hold. It was a fleeting metaphor, a borrowed grace we misused with the arrogance of eternity. Hours became currency we spent too freely, years became chapters we didn’t bother to read.

But the clock does not pause.
It does not mourn. It ticks with indifference, a steady cadence reminding us of the gift we still possess: the present.

If the past is a lesson and the future a promise, then this moment is the altar on which we lay our resolve. To forgive ourselves. To treasure the seconds. To write poetry where there was silence.

For though time does not turn back, it offers something greater
a chance to begin again.
And in this beginning, perhaps,
we can finally learn to live.





                                            @Erennwrites
I guess I'm back
 Dec 2024
David
Tiny gods mumur profanities
Docile hands, obtuse in their promise
Feed warm solace to pigeons in the park
I need heaven to smile
The sky needs to open its mouth wide
So stars come alive
I need my words to become famous
To cavort thru adolescent eyes
Paper makes a prisoner of trees
Standing alone silent in the breeze
 Oct 2024
Paul

As if like the rushing  of waters;
there is a pouring out
    from the Heavens..

A song..

No..  a voice;

Ah..   a whisper--
from Other-worldly  lips

There is a spirit,  
beautifully aligned;
  A movement..
a trembling of the hips

Floodgates  of Vapor
Floodgates  of Steam
Within the liquid,
Crystalline Luster

Falling down..
like words, Spoken



..Into the Unspoken words
  of an Unspoken Dream


"And the Heavens were rolling.."

https://youtu.be/5ab-wifmdsI?si=VXQojaR_Kx9AEyhy

❤️
090424
@ CB

Will it ever matter if I don’t rhyme?
Will the symphony of my soul be brought to halt?
And if I ever stop chasing the seas,
Would I end up wandering
And be thrown into the lakes of uncertainties?

And when’s the time to speak up?
If no one would ever listen —
Their old windows were shut,
Will they ever roll up the blinds?

If I stop poetry,
Would they ever know?
Who would care if I lost appetite
And send petitions to heal my soul?

For many times I wonder
How the sun meets no end
But in the span of few hours
There’s no left in him —
And yet tomorrow is still his.

Some bids goodbye,
But some simply dive and never looked back.
They drive their own tires
But still missed out the trains.

Oh poor fellow,
They disgust with their own dirt.
Some picked up their mat
And already walked the talk
But some remained in silence
Hoping that one day, they’ll beg no more.

Some still plants the seeds they kept too long,
While some harvest what they toil.
And they’ll ask, “Will justice ever come?”
Some embrace the narrow roads —
Walking in silence and let go the gongs.
But some entered the wrong doors,
For their eyes are on fire
Throwing arrows from left to right.

A short of breath —
One sighs and one sleeps.
But the snap of the thunders,
The roaring of the mighty lion,
Aren’t they being disturbed?
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