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Thunderclaps in the ears,
A crown of grey hovers,
Sordid and sorrow,
absurdly familiar with a half smile.

Ironic and inflated with nerves
Of rubber bands, atrociously
Used to the jester's tears
And the slow agony of its entertainment.

And we stand when it hurts,
Pace when we are worried,
Let us walk the daily grind......

Through it all we cry and fizzle,
Drowned in the warmth of the tears,
The pain is familiar, the saddest clown!
 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
ryn
Shoes
 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
ryn
The shoes I bought
Are too big for me
But I love them
I love them dearly

I strapped them up tight
I redid the laces
Put on layers of socks
Crammed ***** of tissue to
fill the empty spaces

I submerged them in water
In a pail, to the bottom they'd sink
I left them in the sun
In the hopes that they'd shrink

I just wish that they'd peer through their eyelets
And see me for all I've done
I will not cease to fill the voids
And fulfil the love I've begun

The shoes I bought
They remain too big for me
But I still love them
I love them dearly
In the midst of your pain , Christ is holding you.
In the midst of all of your sorrows, here on earth.
Christ is in the midst, Lovingly speaking Healing in you.
In the midst of your Loneliness and Desperation.
With feeling unloved, worthless, and without Hope.
Christ is busy working within you Speaking Healing in you.
Because you are by far more Precious and Special.
To him and me then you shall ever know here on earth.
So let go of all of those negative thoughts inside your mind.
 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
AB
Morning
 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
AB
No sun shine today.
Grey and dull
And cold.

A light snow,
A single bird,
This place is frozen in time.
Winter has finally hit us.

So long, we've hidden in warm weather,
Now free of those constraints.
The cold brings us out of hiding.
To roam the world again.
Winter things we are.

Morning brings us forth to you.
I had this weird idea of some kind of winter monsters that can only come forth in very low temps. Where I live we've had unseasonably warm weather; this morning the temp is 5 degrees.
Job: work done for money,
to pay the mortgage,
to keep the wife and kids happy.

Vocation: what sustains you,
done for the love of it,
the pure craft of the doing.

Job: external, coercive,
necessary only for lucre,
status, accumulation, dross.

Vocation: internal, freely chosen,
necessary for your heart,
creative, affirming, alive.

The singer who sings
freely and from the soul
creates beauty
and informs the world;
the drudge who labors
for sustenance and stuff
murders time
and deadens reality.

What we do
paints the portrait
of who we are.

Real work brightens being;
useless work darkens the heart.

Choose carefully.
- mce
rp
L'Étoile Noire que tu gardais au coin de cette Terre
Maintenant est coincée au milieu du Ciel
La lumière de ses notes survole sur notre âme

Enchante la musique de notre vie
Enchante la puissance de l'art
Enchante l'adaptabilité du caméléon

Il y a encore du temps pour la musique
l'amour et la mort dansent depuis l'origine du monde

Tu as toujours existé
Tu vivras
jusqu'à ce que la musique existera
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