#dwell
A token of loss.
The fact that a trip can't last makes the illusion cruel.
And yet, you take it.
Who wouldn't choose that over this?
And yet, the thinking itself reached an end, dwindled.
You can't return
without leaving part of yourself in the site dwelled.
You find yourself at the edge of oblivion.
The tacit rapture. Tzion. Nirvana.
The heaven that makes you up.
The souvenir photo shows you
as you've never been yourself there.
You weren't even here.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
Come Oh Savior Light of the World
Come and make Your presence known
Prepare our hearts as we make ready
For the coming of your kingdom
Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come
Blessed Jesus great King of Glory
How wonderful your Holy Name
Sing to Him the Lord Almighty
With upraised hands we now acclaim
Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come
Prepare for the Lord a pathway
Make straight the valleys and hills
Prepare your hearts with fasting and prayer
As we ready the way of the Lord
Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come
God is with us God be praised
He is Emmanuel Hallelujah
God is our help, and He is our strength
God is our life and salvation
Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come
There is a day fast drawing near
A time of great jubilation
When Heaven shall come to Earth
Behold the light to the nations
Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
Realized liberty, bike lanes,
okeh, Bret Weinstein is right, they do measure liberty
all my roads have double yellow lines, as a measure of safety
in a two-way world.
{which is partly why the code in DNA runs one way}
measuring minding
trips my trigger, to what I was thinking of writing
while watching a whispy-white haired man-my-age,
measuring the edge of a two-story house,
which a good man is building for his daughter,
down the hill, from where I sit.
That old man is bowed, in a compressed spine
kinda way,
bam bam men walked that way, in China, before the dams.
Tote that bail, tug that rope, nuthadayowe-der wise,
otherwise, aliens versus everything
pop knowns
you had locked away, in those gated intellectual troughs.
Yes, yes, troughs,
Pigs eat from troughs, cows eat from cribs,
chickens eat from dirt and sheep *** all the grass for wool
to pull over our eyes
filtering lies
like sunlight under big old Pines shading little old
Rosemary patches that feed bees,
wooly eyes, wise
meander, would you say away from world's wisest men discussing
what may be done, we set a spell, make peace with
having nothing else to do.
-- that sorta ran through my mind as I watched the elderly carpenter.
He was careful, but not afraid, aware.
He stepped from joist to joist,
at the very edge of the second story peak edge
perpendicular to the foundation square,
eye-ball-level to me
slow and steady he takes a tape, {such a witty invention}
a tape attached to a spring,
whereas once such things were actual hinged wands that unfolded
at the flick of an old wizards wrist,
then out came the soapstone, to lay down the line,
make the mark.
Here is where we cut, measure twice,
cut once,
he is sayin' in his mind, to me, I think, I imagine being told
this is how we learn what is right.
we learn to measure what works by what is.
If the distance between two points is beyond the reach, oopshit
I got distracted and he fell.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
Do you feel how broken we are ,
Both of us miserably broken .
Yet one is trying to hold the other ,
And the other is trying to figure out his own .
How unfair this love has become .
You just whispered to me you love me ,
And I've made you my soul .
I didn't want this kind of love .
Where you'll push me , stab me with silence everyday .
And whenever you want to love me you'll pull me closer .
But have you even realise every single behavior of yours was a slap on my face .
I could see where the cracks and how my love for you is seeping through my fingers.
I wish you were here to give me hand to hold that love .
You're were so much to me , how much was i for you ? Don't say .
I was knitting this beautiful love around you but when I look back i saw you unknotting .
I was giving effort and it bacame effortless to you .
I love so easily i just can't get over that easily .
I will never forgive you for loving me and making me feel unloved .
I will never forgive you thinking that I will get settled with someone else easily .
I will never forgive you for thinking that I will unlove you easily
I will never forgive you for thinking I will move on easily .
I will never forgive you for thinking that I can replace you with someone else .
I will forgive everything that hurt me , how loving you hurt me , i will forgive everything about you. I just can't forgive your thinking .
I love you but I can't go back where respect does not dwell .
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
He was a rat, she was a rat
down in one hole we did dwell
both were as pale as a witch's cat
they loved each other well.
He had a tail, she had a tail
both long and fine
each said 'yours is the finest tall
in the world, except for mine.'
He smelt the cheese, she smelt the cheese,
they both said it was good.
both remarked it would greatly add
to the taste of our daily food.
He went out, she went out,
I saw them go with pain
what happened to them i never can tell
for they never came back again.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
I asked about a man named Wealth
Who lives nearby - just up the street
I asked his nearest neighbors
About Wealth, and when I could meet
The neighbor on the left replied
That Wealth was not a friendly guy
And since this was the certain case
To help us meet - he wouldn’t try
And then the neighbor on the right
Said “Wealth’s a super friendly man”
“Easy to talk to - fun to see”
Could we meet? “We surely can”
Both neighbors quick to answer
But with such different views
It left me puzzled right at first
But soon I knew which view I’d use
So Wealth and I remain good friends
I’m happy that I know him well
Get to know this man called Wealth
Enjoy his home and with him dwell
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
If's and but's surround us in life
One step either way can change fate
A false move or a reaction to strife
Can make things go another way
One second too fast or too slow
Can shape what happens next
It's a crazy thing to undergo
These life decisions happen quick
'If I could go back' as the saying goes
'I would've done it differently then'
But in this life we'll never really know
The answers to what could have been
We can dwell on things from long ago
And wonder about what if's and when
But it will always still be the unknown
We still have to let the future begin
So make the decisions with no regrets
We must do so again and again
Don't forget that we are all blessed
That we are alive and it's a gift
© 2020 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
In your words,
I find cure.
By your look,
My soul enlivens.
O You Who dwells in my hearts.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
Here is my home, swell,
It is where I do dwell,
I fit into this 'burb real well,
In summer, hot as hell,
I sit here with my coffee,
To gaze at society,
You do appear strange to me,
Want to know what I think about thee?
My home is here, all is well,
I fit into my little town real swell!
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
The good.
The bad.
The silence.
The eye contact.
The feelings.
The end.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
The reason you cannot pass is the same as the last.
You are blocking yourself from moving forward
And dwelling in the past.
A mirror image of your flaws.
Physical science-
That unlawful law.
And your reflection is the one who saw
That you are stuck behind the glass
Of who you make yourself out to be.
But you…
You’re just not who you see yourself as.
And your reflection has known for
Its entire existence.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel I miss
To much.
When I close my
Eyes .
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
how can I envision the future,
when I'm stuck in the present,
dwelling on my past.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Horrendous hurricane
A resemblance of my storm,
Crevasse on my heart
Reveals my another disastrous form,
A body dwelling with two souls,
Schism ideologies,
Contrast personalities,
Continuous inner war,
Dying and reincarnate,
Until the right one win,
The others hibernating,
Temporary heaven insecure me,
A drop of hellfire disguise as water
Will drown me into a new war.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
Whispering winds of solemn sorrow
In the mundane hours of the night,
Surmise the falsities of tomorrow,
Spreading dark throughout the light.
Preying upon the minds that dwell,
With woven lies, a web so foul...
Hark! The sounds of voices swell
As the whispers rise into a howl.
Soon settling the sorrow of the traveling fellow...
He never could find his way,
Strumming tomorrow like it were a cello,
Snapping the strings in dismay.
Who--alive for years, never did live,
As his angst and diffidence cumber.
Even the magnanimous can't forgive
Missing dreams of untried slumber.
Remnants of his tortured call
Were swept away in the breeze.
A feeble ripples arduous sprawl,
Replaced by the fray of the seas.
His idle mind tended to wander,
Through yesterday's--before tomorrow,
Distorted pasts of future's squander,
Finding days from which to borrow.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
be not possessed
by any thing or passion
but
possess thyself in love and purity
for so he wills to dwell within his broken and beloved sheep
and ever gently leads them
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
Your name lingers on my mind
Like the damage done by a hurricane
And I think maybe if I use an understudy
To replace the feelings I harbored
You’ll dissipate into the sea
Instead of projecting ghosts
That do nothing but haunt me
There must be an end
To this desolate labyrinth
Where I meet you at the beginning
And start over again.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
I suppose I've come to terms with the fact that you will never love me. Because how do you dwell on something that never dwells upon you.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
As we fell,
Into those depths I proceed to dwell,
The devil emerges from your delicate shell,
Only to maliciously tell,
This world to endure would become my hell.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC