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Bibby 3d
Truth is, life is full of thunderstorms.
And we're all driving as fast as we can to escape the dark clouds overhead.
But every now and then, we pass under a bridge.
And for that split second,
There's quiet...
There's tranquility...
There's peace.
And in that brief moment, we forget the rain.
Duties steered the heart away
Leaving guard
The brain that plays
Oh !
How naive of faith
Believing youth knows it’s way
Taking thrills from what age says.

And masking the beauty of being wrong
From delusional lies to insignificant fights

Oh !
How perfect is it to be here.
Doing duties
Without a soulful pay
Nik Bland Feb 6
You will never break me
I can do that by myself
I’ve seen in my life’s undertaking
There’s very chances at help

Every moment is waking
Even when eyes are closed
As I slumber, the ground is quaking
What I’ll wake to, I don’t know

There will always be this fear
Just in different increments
Anxiety dwelling near
And the things it presents

No pity is wanted
This is said for understanding
There caverns of my mind are haunted
By wound, by weight, by branding

Don’t even try to push me
I am falling just fine
I’m not expecting any cushioning
But there’s a slight hope I’ll fly

The wings have yet to sprout out
Whether they will or not, who knows
We all crash, of that there is no doubt
But from it, not all of us grow
Cruel words
They sting  like  violent  storms of the sea
Crush  inwards towards the seashore.
Erase  a thousand  bad thoughts
Words spoken
Hearts broken
Over. and over again.
An  earthly father  
Doesn't know  how to forgive
But bruises  his own blood and souls. He tread.
There is only one who can deliver us from our pain.
Let us pour out  our hearts to our true Maker instead.
I try to find the words
But not even you could
As we sat in silence
Sighing. Realizing
We don’t have it down to a science.
Somethings wrong
That we should be able to fix
But we can’t find it
Because you don’t know what it is.
Like a healed broken bone
I am stronger......

Never to be broken in
the same place again.


God is my healer.
Being healed in your spirit takes time for mending. Once accomplished there make be old aches. A healed injury may remind you that it happened,,,Like when the weather is cold, or rain is coming the body may ache.
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
I built a home, from broken woods
I built a stream, through crooked floors
I built a life, without any need of hope
I built so many homes
With breezy milieu, a beauty I once sold
With quirky smiles, you couldn’t ignore
With gala of all sorts
Those are homes I’m known for
Missing shores?
You won’t need those, I built streams that fill all kinds of souls
I lay beside them, just to make sure of their flows
To see that life has not left home.
I built homes, more and more
I built pass dusk and so much more
I built, but never owned
It’s odd, when you decide to change old floors
It’s featureless, even after the grand tour
Homes I built, never broke down before
Now that you’re here, they’ve struggled to hold grimes
And I,
I struggle to have them sold
Ilion gray Nov 2018
I will love you,

Until the heavens  
Of earth collapse,


I Will live for you, Never ending

you were formed
Above the firmament,
Before existence
You witnessed,

              All things,


My child, your mother is a mighty moon,

she can not be tethered,

Your father,

     I, Am the wild fire,
That's walks with rain.




You,
were made between
Flames
And rock;
Made,
In the ****,
Of her mountains.
Just Below heaven.
On a night that
the density of light
set the clouds aflame,
And the sky,
could not be mapped,
And the stars,
Revealed their true names aloud,
in the hidden
Language,
The names God gave them.


Amid all of these things-

You were made-

         Drawn From Rivers
That carve
valleys
out of the earth,

And drip,
Subtly-

softening stone,

a creek
Bleeding-
Into
A forest floor-

It was here
That the almighty

forged Existence-

With His hands of wind...





you slept through many lives,

resting Until, the heat
escaped the fire.

Every night,
That summer
I listened
to the sound
of your
Body sleeping-

shaping
the silence.


Here I am,
a fire-
running wild
through the
Leaning,
sun burnt,
tall grass Of days-
Watching them Wither,
                   And crumble
To dust as they pass...

            
I, Could not make them- stop.

            
I, could not keep you.
 
          
now everything is a cage-
                                                           ­                
            here I am;

Without the immensity
Of your laughter
embracing My heart;                                                      
                                                                ­        I am un-done.

I've sat awake for months,
Replaced the  blinds with blankets,
These days,
it is the light;
that can not escape darkness,

each minute;
makes a feast of seconds,

The starving  hours,

Eating away Every minute.

             Here I am.

And the weight of
dreary day

devours everything.

I, am barely breathing.
Traveling,  through the world;
Wading through
unending hours.


           I,
am
                      Without
The heat of your tiny
Being Wrapped, In gypsy golden
Skin,
Hanging from my shoulders,
           Sliding   down
                          my back,
                                        Or resting across my stomach
Bringing me morning,
Without
               The presence of your breathing--
                                                     ­                    I, am un-done
                                                         ­            

 
I curse the sun,
                I  reject its rays--
                           Always arriving,
And yet--
It Leaves
Before it comes.
                                     I am         un-done,
And I am never awake--

  I knew,
I would
Have to
              watch you go...


I knew How, 
   I would miss you.

Still;
when, the foreign moon
realized,
That wild fire needs something beautiful
to burn;
                    I watched her,
                  wrap you in wind;
                                     Lift
                                     you,
up
Where stellar clouds
Begin, and end--

                                   And time
                                         just,
      

   swallowed us whole.
(For: Ilion, my son/From:Ilion the Gray, your father)
Lucy Nov 2018
There's so many reasons for why not to smile
First, there's a man out there with no home
His world is quiet-colored and filled with trials.
Second, there's women with no freedom
Filling the roles as victims of delight.
There's spirits filled with pride
Greeted by hatred and tyrant crocodiles.
There's men with broken and quiet feelings,
That society has convinced us are good dealings.
Third, there's millionaires with so much money
But not enough to buy them happiness.
Now if you listen closely
Closely enough.
I'll tell you what you need to know about
Smiling.
I saw a lonely girl once, contemplating her existence.
I saw her standing there, aware of the load she bears.
Her eyes were weary and bright.
She looked down with the intention to cry.
I am I,
Lost as a light during the night.
I am I,
Who was blessed with a smile that could convince you of anything.
Smile.
Because nothing is perfect, and that's perfectly okay.
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
He sat by a furnace of seven-fold heat,
As He watched by the precious ore.
And closer He bent with a searching gaze,
As He heated it more and more.

He knew He had ore that could stand the test
And He wanted the finest gold,
To mold as a crown, for the king to wear,
Set with gems of price untold.

So He laid our gold in the burning fire,
Tho’ we fain would say Him "nay."
And watched the dross that we had not seen
As it melted and passed away.

And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright,
But our eyes were dim with tears,
We saw but the fire, not the Master’s hand,
And questioned with anxious fears.

Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow
As it mirrored a form above,
That bent o’er the fire, though unseen by us
With a look of ineffable love.

Can we think it pleases His loving heart
To cause us a moment's pain?
Ah, no! But He sees through the present cross
The bliss of eternal gain.

So He waited there with a watchful eye,
With a love that is strong and sure.
And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat
Than was needed to make it pure.

~ A.F. Ingler
~~~
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