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Before,
I just fantasized you at night
like the wolf hypnotized by the moon
like the dusk waited for the sun to set
like the dawn waited for the sun to rise

Time Passed,
arguments popped up
trust being tested
love is measured
til, heart meets break

Now,
we're together and never apart
as the shoe with lace
as the heart with beat, and
as the love with life

Though,
life's tied with struggles and pains
perhaps, we'll go down just as sun will set
but, we'll stand up together as the sun will rise
t'wil never be easy but we're on this together baby ♥
Hello my friends
What do you love?
Crave? Adore?
Put above
Every motive
Every act...
You are hooked
And that's a fact!

Albert Adler wrote of this
What's YOUR bag?
What's your bliss?

POWER
ACCEPTANCE
COMFORT
CONTROL


You have a master... play a role.

If power is your greatest joy
You love your money.
Love your toys,
Then be ye girl
Or be ye boy,
You'll find that what
you most enjoy
Has the power
to DESTROY!

If acceptance is
What drives your ink,
You're all about
What people think,
You give ALL
(including kitchen sink)
If a bad comment
Makes you drink...

You may need to
Change your link!


Here's a thought
May hit the bone
Take you out o' your
"comfort zone"
You are out here all alone
'Til you believe
That Christ atoned!

Want to hold on to your fate?
Have a fear that won't abate?
It's not yet over... not too late!
You can achieve a blissful state!

This IS the TRUTH
Which I have found.
And, folks, I searched
ALL AROUND!
Until my feet hit Holy Ground
Now the GOSPEL
Is what I pound...

AND DON'T IT MAKE
A LOVELY SOUND!


You are all engaged
In a powerful thing.
It is WORSHIP!
How do YOU sing?

What you do is your own style.
But if it's your master,
Can you smile?

I'm profoundly glad

That mine's WORTHWHILE!

I move slow, sometimes plod,
Most people find me very odd
But the One I most applaud

Is a kind and loving

GOD
.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/4/2017
I've been taking a "God vacation". Filling my spiritual gas tank, so to speak. My go-cart was sputtering badly! I was worshiping at the feet of the "people's acceptance idol". I needed to sever ties with ALL social media. I feel stronger than I've felt in some time.  My problems are still alive and well. But I'm dealing with them like they're a blessing sent from heaven to make me stronger. And I'm OVERCOMING! I'm partnering with Jesus Christ for the outcomes! It's WORKING!

Since I've been worshiping God alone He has enabled me to:

1) Quit smoking - WITHOUT WITHDRAWALS!

2) Quit eating sugar - NO WITHDRAWALS!

3) Embark on a body-cleanse. No meat. Only green leafy vegetables and a soup called "Bealer Broth". Later I will introduce fruits. But I want to get RID of Candida overgrowth. I suggest you ALL look this up. It is a stone KILLER!

Thanks for understanding why I haven't been on site. I really appreciate your support. But I can't let it CONTROL ME. GOD IS THE ONLY ONE WHO'S QUALIFIED TO DO THAT.

It's 1:00am & I've had a long day...
I'll talk to you tomorrow...

♡♡ YOU ARE IN MY PRAYERS! ♡♡
 Sep 2017 Suja Gunasegaran
Zara
Cold
 Sep 2017 Suja Gunasegaran
Zara
Cascading snowflakes
Brush against my skin,
Cooling my outstretched limbs
Spread on the asphalt

My eyes blink
Slowly-
As though I am entranced
My mind ticking
Like an old grandfather's clock
Tocking to a stop

My dress is crinkled
Its ends frayed
It rises and falls
With the whistle of the wind
Mocking me, taunting me
With its whispers of promises
Never kept

The sun begins to set
And the clouds bunch closer to its light
As though
They are savouring the last moments.
Its last tantalising taste of warmth.

My eyelids hesitantly come to a stop
My hair blows onto my face
Shielding what's left of me.
I cower into a ball
Hugging my knees to my chest

As the world is bathed
in darkness.

~ZA
Where sand becomes
silver, you cower
under a palm.

A birch tree
beacons you to write
the fall of man.

All day you wait
for a miracle.
It never happens.

This autum, I will
worship a naked tree.
A toast for dying moon.
I’ve got all the symptoms and signs
But I am in denial

The rollercoasters, the rides
The constricting confines
Of the oceans
The commotions
Of the mind

But I am fine

I’ve got all the symptoms and signs
In the depths of despair
I no longer compare, to what once was
I no longer wonder what could be
I just am

‘tis the disease that defines
the soul
the whole
the mind

‘tis the disease that defines
the loss
the gross restrictions
the contradictions
intertwined, by design
by affliction

are you a victim?

I’ve got all the symptoms and signs
Of the disease that defines
The Death of Control
And the Birth of Disaster.
we’re told we are round pegs in square holes
with minds and dreams beyond our years
so we grow to be into the world
as wary right-brained wanderers
oblivious misfits looking for romantic nooks
versions of our own leather-bound fears
seeking tales of the past and fantasies of the future
isn’t imagination real beneath all its layers?

soon you grow up and find your truth
this life is yours and not theirs to choose

maybe we are round pegs in square holes
with minds and dreams beyond our years
so breathe you, breathe to the rhythm of your soul
live not to be liked, live to remember
we’re only travellers after all
with borrowed time and experiences to treasure
then why live to be liked
when we can live for ourselves in golden measure?
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