I thank the Lord Jesus Christ for The goodness in my life and I cherish him in my heart And I smile so bright Praying to him every night And he guide's me home Safe and warm sheltered From the evil coronavirus storm And the lord Jesus Christ Is my beautiful gift to our life And all the blessings in my life And his peace and love every day And I am so very grateful today To have the Lord Jesus Christ In my heart every day.
Prayer 🙏🙏🌷🌷❣️ Thank You Fr Bill For Using My Prayer at church mass
I was so tired and frayed. I wondered what moon you saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did you allow your lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love.
Define our love in a sentimental mood. A gravitational pull that holds my hand. Exceptions where we let go to kiss the sun. We fall down around 12 to 1. Coming back, warm in our commotion of fantasies. We spoke our mind telepathically.
You were so tired and frayed. You wondered what moon I saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did I allow my lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love?
Remember high tides in October? dressed up lovers, bittersweet contour? two mirrors colliding. We became a downward spiral till we couldn’t call ‘us’ anymore. No matter how much I see it, it’s just you and me but not the way it used to be.
We were so tired and frayed. We wondered what moon we saw from that distant planet of ours. Outer space caused a great famine in thought.. ..The in-between which we could not meet made it hard. We loved with every crevice of our body but with the last drop there was nothing to breathe from. An ounce of it if any.
This was based on past experience. It was through codependency and the miserable lack of communication , I could get a better understanding of what bittersweet viper bites feel like when it comes to love someone and let them go. For both of your betterment. (we are adjusting and growing and learning together)
"That outfit doesn't suit you" says the impeccably dressed "Your back is breaking out" says the clear skinned "You are actually really really dumb" says the complex thinker "****, those teeth are yellow, you should brush more" says the one who does "What **** chat, you're not clever" says the quick witted "Look at those chicken legs!" says the one who squats "Why can't you manage your emotions?" asks the one who's matured "Stop watching **** and get a girlfriend" says the one who has a girlfriend "Clean your ******* room" says the one from his organized bedroom "Stop smoking, it's not healthy" says the one who doesn't need to "You have to stop skipping meals" says the one who isn't nauseous "Stop feeling sorry for yourself, it isn't attractive" says the happy one "You're not a bad person" says the good one "Let people love you, but also let them not love you too" says the brave one "You've got to stop procrastinating" says the one on time "Write things down, make good habits" that one remembers "You shouldn't hate yourself, forgive and grow" this one I like least "You are really awfully dumb" this one repeats himself the most "You're so dull" says the one who isn't "I hate you" says the one who tells the truth "You could be what ever you want if you stopped listening to all of us" says the one who I barely hear "We're not us, we're you" says the one who's truth is the hardest to hear
Today was my graduation There’s one every school year The money spent On knowledge Where they tell me Money can’t buy wisdom Contrary Then tell us all No graduation this fall We’ve all been given digital passes To go work in Maybe a mall They tell me I’m too caught up My heads way up in the clouds And then they give me a virtual Hat toss Hurrah to our 2020 graduates Bless us all.
A repeating line of patterns of something deeper then memory It's the motion of waves of wonder of maybe something like pain A wanting to lessen to soften to gently lay my head down It's not what's happening now
This feels unfinished, but I suppose most things do.
Abandoned in the middle of the blasted field, its arms shredded, legs battered, the chair exists in broken splendor catching the best of the speckled light dancing in the quivering shadows. Lines of the seated father stain the backrest, motherly molds are left behind in the seat foam, the relentless kicks, tattoos of children’s feet bruise the red velvet of the front rail.
At dawn, pulses of light run along its rails dispersing all shadows to the wet ground. At the speed of forgetfulness two robins alight on this storm orphan, widow, widower, this sole survivor, with twigs to build a new stick home.
Morning sun awoken slumber Now a nightmare truly begins Dreams becoming the hunted Obstacles daily in-cumbered
Pushing through treacherous hurdles Morning sun awoken slumber Shedding all unwarranted burdens whispering failures a cumber
Self worth in a constant wonder Searching for all the fading stars Morning sun awoken slumber All failure singed within memoirs
To learn from all life's mistakes Not to be another number Happiness at times we must fake Morning sun awoken slumber
Sometimes dreams can be out of reach do we give up? run and flee? We knuckle down, we fake a smile we take the negativity and make it kneel the trick is never give up in life even if that is how it makes us feel.