Time to write a different proposition,
Leaving behind the one I know.
Spent a chunk of life focusing,
On one particular persons go.
Time spent,
Irreverent.
Seeking new things more and more,
Still I'll keep believing.
Of one still left to know.

You have to spend your days living in the present, which is a place where I can’t presently be. Miles and hours will always separate us. It’s our constant struggle. That’s why I’ll always belong to yesterday. I’m made to be a memory. Something to be overwritten. Something you’ll forget. I look to my future and I don’t even know what I’m looking at. Question marks and blurry images work against my vision and cloud my judgement. I’m walking on the paved path set before me, not even knowing how my direction has already been cemented into place. All I know is that I feel as gray as the pavement I see under my own feet. The world is so lush around me. I can feel the adventures pulling on my heartstrings. How I long to venture off into the dense green unknown. But then who will I be? If I break from the monotonous predictability from the life already set before me, will I have more or less purpose? I ask myself if I will just be lost in the idea of a dream? A question I already know the answer to. The longer I spend in a dream, the harder it is to readjust to reality. If you ever want to look, you’ll know where to find me. I’ll be living in your yesterday because I can only dream of your tomorrow.

when he left I was devastated
I was too in love to let him go but he left regardless
he fixed me but when he left I knew that I couldn't fix him
he's been gone for over 7 months now and yet it all feels like yesterday
the ache in my heart remains the same
and I occasionally shed some tears
I couldn't listen to his band music
because they brought way too much memories
but no matter how much I made it about myself
it was never my place to be upset with him because in the end it was his decision to leave
not mine, not anyone, and certainly not his band mates  
he was the love of my life but he's long gone now
goodbye zayn malik

Do you know what Christian Hope is?
Is it a proper, confident expectation
of future, good things, yet to come?
Are you fully grounded on the tenets
of Faith, as part of a holy nation?

Can you share the Gospel with others?
Why is Christ’s death considered news?
Is the work of God regenerating in you?
Do you know of the sacred promises given?
Are you living Life… with Faith infused?

Do you expect that Christ will return?
Have you dreamt of your body’s redemption?
Are you eagerly awaiting righteousness,
by Faith, through His Holy Spirit today?
Have you inherited Life via Salvation?

Regarding the sovereign grace of God,
can you understand its complete scope?
Have you discovered your divine purpose?
Is life moving you towards The Christ,
in the real direction of Joy and Hope?
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Author notes

Inspired by:
Heb 6:11; 2 Thes 2:16; Col 1:23; 1 Pet 1:3;
Rom 5:2, 8:23, 15:13-14; *** 1:2, 2:13, 3:7;
Gal 5:5

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

Joy comes to us, when we have…
a clear direction for our life.
Staying on the right path means
walking by the Light of Christ.

When following His divine course,
comfort is found in His Presence
and eternal pleasures are at hand,
for a lifetime of sacred pleasance.

The Kingdom of Heaven is akin to…
buried treasure, hidden in a field.
There’s a great expectation found
in the promise of what it may yield.

Do you know the track meant for you?
Has your secret prize been revealed?
His upright children receive both grace
and glory, since He’s our sun and shield.

Know that He has a plan to prosper all,
from thoughts of peace and not of evil;
He wants us to succeed, with His approval
and not suffer from spiritual upheaval.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Psa 16:11, 84:11; Matt 13:44; Jer 29:11

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

My own affection
Has all direction
But no ability
For real correction
As it shoots straight on
To its sole target;
No time to rethink,
Just some to regret.

Spiny jellyfish
Tucked in her curves
Twinkles her tentacles
At the sun
Rising with the waves
That make her go every which way
To the east or to the west
She just goes with the flow
Letting the current pull her through
The oceans pressure and blow holes
Spineless jellyfish
Drifts through the waters,
To the left and to the right
And floats with the waves
In an endless sea of time

My minds eye gone blind, I can't even see my dreams, as I wander in the black haze called my mind, I try to define who I am, and what is mine.
I'm unaware of who I was, and who I aim to be, but I do know what you say simply doesn't suit me. You'd have me march to your drum, and be as you are, but even if I'm blind, I can see that won't get me very far.