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MY FIRST POEM OF 2025, LET'S GET IT, LET'S GO!!!!! Your NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS IS TO: "TAKE HEED TO THESE WORDS, and SO WILL I!!!" STOP DOUBTING YOURSELF, YOU'LL be surprised at what you COULD DO!! There's a PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE, HE DIDN'T BRING YOU THIS FAR TO LEAVE YOU, You're going through SOME STRUGGLES HE WILL DEFINITELY see you THROUGH, You Also have TRIALS and TRIBULATIONS, HE'LL know just what to DO Don't worry about the whereabouts, who, what, where and when, You are on the winning team, You have Jesus Christ within. Don't be like Doubting Thomas, You only have to Believe, Believe that you can do this, and His blessings you will receive. JESUS knows your struggles and he also knows your fears, He also knows your downfalls, Just know that he is Near When you feel like being doubtful Just turn that thought on around, Put in your mind that you got this, There's no time to bring yourself down So, my advice is for you to STOP DOUBTING, IN YOUR HEART, just know, THAT YOU COULD, You need TO GET UP, and PUT IN THE WORK, BELIEVE THAT IT WILL, AND YOU WOULD!!! B.R. Date: 1/2/2025
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Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
Stop Doubting Yourself
some birds recently died of a smog overdose this is not a big deal but activists are raging last night they destroyed the lion's cage in the zoo the lions ate all of them but they died with a certainty: "we stood against the psychological torture of animals" when the activists took their last breath, fulfilled as their arms and legs were bitten off, they sobbed, deeply concerned if the lions could digest human flesh unselfish souls, good-hearted people; their families miss them now they are waiting in front of netherworld's entrance memories are rolling over their retinals, they are scared fear is flickering, the activists are looking at gigantic doors did they really do the right thing? dying as early? when things have become unchangeable, doubt is arising doubting is one of the cruelest acts of thinking and feeling doubting leads to an idealization of the self; mirror-addiction to kiss a shark is dangerous but some doubts will **** you we may think that we control them – they dominate us the mobiles of the activists are switched off relatives and partners are trying to reach them zoo visitors hear a ringtone coming from the lions later on, the zookeeper finds an iphone in their feces but the activists are fine, they died for a purpose their funerals will be events of glorification nobody will speak badly about them; nobody will criticize anything they left babies, toddlers, wives, husbands and relatives behind but they died for a purpose; they really did and that's what counts it's over: stars are vomiting, the cemetery god is reading epitaphs
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
The Animal Rights Activists
some birds recently died of a smog overdose this is not a big deal but activists are raging last night they destroyed the lion's cage in the zoo the lions ate all of them but they died with a certainty: "we stood against the psychological torture of animals" when the activists took their last breath, fulfilled as their arms and legs were bitten off, they sobbed, deeply concerned if the lions could digest human flesh unselfish souls, good-hearted people; their families miss them now they are waiting in front of netherworld's entrance memories are rolling over their retinals, they are scared fear is flickering, the activists are looking at gigantic doors did they really do the right thing? dying as early? when things have become unchangeable, doubt is arising doubting is one of the cruelest acts of thinking and feeling doubting leads to an idealization of the self; mirror-addiction to kiss a shark is dangerous but some doubts will **** you we may think that we control them – they dominate us the mobiles of the activists are switched off relatives and partners are trying to reach them zoo visitors hear a ringtone coming from the lions later on, the zookeeper finds an iphone in their feces but the activists are fine, they died for a purpose their funerals will be events of glorification nobody will speak badly about them; nobody will criticize anything they left babies, toddlers, wives, husbands and relatives behind but they died for a purpose; they really did and that's what counts it's over: stars are vomiting, the cemetery god is reading epitaphs
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I once swam in the sun felt fire roll across my side, down my skin like hot kisses in summer warming cheeks to grin I dove deep yet the heat bitter sweet burned me completely I still swim in the rays of stars but the burn still hurts and reminds me to stay afloat upon the surface and never swim too deep
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Sunburn
i don’t want this i don’t want to doubt every decision i make i just wanna be certain all the time i don’t wanna ask all this advice i need to learn how to live my life on my own forget the safety pin and just fire me into life .
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
safety pin
:: It feels weird to be alone, With nobody else in my home, Can you see the scarecrows, Lining up to take my gold, Their greedy, beady little eyes stare through me, And into the treasure behind me. With every ounce of my being, I know I cannot let them get to the pile, Of all the things I cherish, I cherish the gold the most, So don't doubt me when I say that you mean so, so much to me. :: :: The scarecrows taunt me, Saying that things will always go wrong, I can't trust anything that enters my head, Even my own voice, So I'm sorry if those scarecrows start to scare you, Cause they scare me too, And I don't want to lose you to their vice-like grips, When the sun begins to set, The shadows in the corners of my room grow, Then their eyes begin to glow and teeth grow long, Somehow they sneak past me as I'm paralyzed in fear, The voices sink into my treasure, Tearing it apart one by one, What do I do? My eyes have fallen out of my sockets, I'm doubting everyone I've ever known, I remember there's a gun in the room next to mine. :: :: The sun rises and I'm awake again, Shadows gone along with the scarecrows, My treasure is intact, but where did my head go? I don't miss you and I don't care, This isn't right, And I realize that the scarecrows never touched the treasure, but ripped through my body like fresh meat, Eating through my core while hissing doubts into my veins, I'm sorry, God I'm so sorry. Find me and I'll love you again. ::
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
:: The Scarecrows and the Treasure ::
Truth not always spoken    But always known For the day will come     With such spoken words Let the truth in Let it be the release     of the old And the building     Of the new Let the truth in Let it be known That what is seen    with the eyes Always holds the truth Let the truth in And the trust within The new you begin
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Let The Truth In
With Faith, there’s no need to hide; His Spirit, in you, resides; shed any vain foolishness and follow your Holy Guide. To the lost, Faith makes no sense; at Last Judgment, the pretense of personal ignorance… fails as a valid defense. The World knows hypocrisy and it watches us closely; they covet genuine proof that your Faith has eyes to see! With “Intelligent Design”, they’re slow to admit that signs of God’s Role is evident, but hope to drink His new wine! Are you, still doubting yourself? Are you, failing to see change, that’s occurring in your heart? By the Savior’s Great Exchange, you’ll get a crown of beauty and not ashes of mourning; contentment develops as… you see yourself transforming! . . . Author notes Inspired by: John 16:13; Rom 8:14; 2 Cor 5:21; Isa 61:3 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Poem: Still Doubting Yourself?
And if you worry about me just picture me with dresses and water lilies and all things beautiful.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Doubting the worry
"I wonder if guardian angels cry when they see it all play out; and as they stand with their hands tied, do they cry out loud?" I often find myself lamenting, "Why? Why did this have to happen? Why did nobody notice? Why didn't anybody save me? How could You (God) give this to me?" I have been told that those are words of a victim and not a survivor, but I can't help but feel and think them. I especially direct them toward a higher power... I was always told that I must have been dreaming, how dare I say such things, I deserved it, I did something wrong, I was stupid enough to.... Some messages hanging around my house growing up said "Men don't buy appliances, they marry them." Women (and children) shouldn't speak unless spoken to, I should RESPECT my elders (aka abusers), better to be silent and appear a fool than to speak and remove all doubt, and here's the best one...it was placed on my mirror "You're looking at the problem". And people wonder why I act the way I do. The people who I grew up with, my "family", those who are supposed to nurture, protect, and teach all of the lessons of life were the ones hurting me-and (inadvertently) teaching me that it's okay for other people to do the same... And I'm the one lying, I'm the one making up stories and dreaming. Only I have learned that those things are not normal...that most children do not grow up like I did. But these things fuel my secrecy. Apparently nobody knew. It makes me sick. why.... ugh...I feel sick just thinking about it. It's paralyzing. It's exhausting.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
Two Steps Back
"I wonder if guardian angels cry when they see it all play out; and as they stand with their hands tied, do they cry out loud?" I often find myself lamenting, "Why? Why did this have to happen? Why did nobody notice? Why didn't anybody save me? How could You (God) give this to me?" I have been told that those are words of a victim and not a survivor, but I can't help but feel and think them. I especially direct them toward a higher power... I was always told that I must have been dreaming, how dare I say such things, I deserved it, I did something wrong, I was stupid enough to.... Some messages hanging around my house growing up said "Men don't buy appliances, they marry them." Women (and children) shouldn't speak unless spoken to, I should RESPECT my elders (aka abusers), better to be silent and appear a fool than to speak and remove all doubt, and here's the best one...it was placed on my mirror "You're looking at the problem". And people wonder why I act the way I do. The people who I grew up with, my "family", those who are supposed to nurture, protect, and teach all of the lessons of life were the ones hurting me-and (inadvertently) teaching me that it's okay for other people to do the same... And I'm the one lying, I'm the one making up stories and dreaming. Only I have learned that those things are not normal...that most children do not grow up like I did. But these things fuel my secrecy. Apparently nobody knew. It makes me sick. why.... ugh...I feel sick just thinking about it. It's paralyzing. It's exhausting.
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