#lifethoughts
Strength Reassures
***
Strength is not the roar,
but the breath that stays.
A steady hand in storms,
lifting what we fear,
reminding us we’re held.
Reflection
***
I used to believe strength lived in me,
or above me,
or somewhere close enough to touch.
Now it feels like something
I once carried
but misplaced along the way.
Yet when life shakes me,
I still catch myself looking
for that old steadiness—
the calm hand I used to trust,
the whisper that said
I wasn’t alone.
Maybe strength never left.
Maybe I’m the one
who walked too far
to hear it clearly.
But even now,
in the quiet,
I feel a faint reminder
of what it was like
to be held by something greater
than my own tired will.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Numbers Reassure
***
In counted days and seasons,
faith finds its rhythm.
Each sunrise tallies hope,
each heartbeat marks a promise—
order continues through the unknown.
Reflection
***
I count things more than I pray these days.
Hours, bills, steps, mistakes—
as if order could replace belief.
But sometimes, when the world
feels too random,
I remember how faith once
gave shape to the chaos.
I miss that sense of pattern,
that feeling that every moment
belonged to something meaningful.
I don’t know if I can return
to that certainty,
but I still long for the comfort
of knowing that even
the uncountable parts of life
were held in a larger design.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
Preparation Reassures
***
We ready our steps in trust,
laying small stones of intention.
Perhaps faith meets us on the path,
quietly blessing the work
we dared to begin.
Reflection
***
I prepare for everything now—
plans, backups, contingencies—
as if careful steps could fill the space
where trust used to live.
There was a time
when I believed
I didn’t walk alone,
that my efforts met grace halfway.
I’ve wandered from that place,
but sometimes,
when I’m laying out the pieces
of my life,
I feel the echo
of that old partnership.
Maybe faith isn’t gone.
Maybe it’s waiting for me
to stop relying
on my own strength
long enough to notice
it still walking beside me.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
Someone's living their life,
Someone's living in lies.
Some people appreciate beauty,
Even though they don't know why.
Some just drive their way—
They call it "vibe and thrive."
But how would life be
When you truly know what life is?
Appreciate beauty,
Appreciate ugliness.
Appreciate joy,
Appreciate sorrow.
Then you’ll know:
Real beauty is your duty.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
Every time I expect something from life,
A flood of questions rises within:
Don't expect. Accept and adjust.
Be happy with what you have.
Many don’t even have what you do.
And many more voices echo the same.
But what if my expectations are simple?
Simple like -
A homely atmosphere,
A loving family,
A supportive friend,
A peaceful life,
A meaningful profession.
Are these huge to expect from life?
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
I'm heavier now,
which is due to
the laden air
and the worst thing is
it's heavier everywhere.
The thing is
you cannot outrun
a bulging tum.
it was easier once upon a time ago
and we all know how long ago
that was.
Still,
one mustn't complain,
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 3:57 AM UTC
We evolved,
learnt that the earth revolved around the sun and not the other way around, found out about some things, and will no doubt find out more,.
Look at how far we've come.
I'm looking at my reflection and reflecting all of my ancestors who in turn are looking at me, I wonder, which I usually do, what and who we are evolving into.
If we do reincarnate
I'm coming back as
pieces of eight,
to keep the pirate thing
going.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
Seen enough
Stumbled enough
Tolerated enough
But still can't get enough
the way this world works
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
Functioning
at the junction where now becomes then
and then it was now and
then now again then,
functioning in a state of disarray
tomorrow it is but today was yesterday
when tomorrow was a day away,
It's still now or it was
now it's then.
I see the rings spinning
round where
space is not there
it's here
on the ground,
each galaxy whirls as I flail and
still fail to recognise
blue skies?
I believe in them,
but then becomes now and then then again.
Where did I lose the capacity to
fit in with that which surrounds me?
Functioning
barely recognised
and he dies,
the funeral a first class affair
buffet laid on
but
nobody there
when became now
and then never came
no one to blame,
no function and
we're dropped off the list,
I wonder
do we ever exist?
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Time,
and time being our greatest asset
what do we do with it?
we
pass it around like a bag of
Maltesers,
it eases the pain but puts time
out of joint.
Let's face it
if
time is curved like space it
comes back
doesn't it?
Don't we recapture those
moments when rapture was
moments away?
Play time
school time
home time
work time and time
to grow old
with a mouthful of
chocolate.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
I've been listening
to
Joplin and Cohen,
sad
knowing they're gone,
but
if we do live on in the
words of the song
all
is not lost.
Everywhere I have ever been
everything I've ever known,
seen or shown is
a part of me,
lyrically composed?
only
God knows
and
he's
keeping quiet
tonight.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
Just scribbling in the bible book
taking a gander
having a look at
what Jesus said,
but
there's a lot of other things going on with
Mathew,
Mark and especially Jonah who's
slightly older.
The unexpurgated edition tells
the real tale,
It's a bit Medusa to say the least.
But this is not about religion,
that's not my pigeon as the hawk would say,
that's if hawks could talk.
it's more of a stroll through the undergrowth
where the lichen grows or
dipping my feet in the water and wiggling
my toes,
Realisation.
nothing is real
people craft miracles from icicles
and how hot is that?
we talk in rivers of riddles
we walk on flesh made of stone
call it a poem
call it galvanised steel
but
nothing is real.
Infinity stretches out like a worm
and
how do you compete with it
or last as long as it.
Repro'
the double and triple,
quadruplicated replicas
in camera
locked in a screen,
the ripple that runs through
your dream
where nothing is real but you
know it's not true,
are you the potency of
the reprobate?
Summer and the winds are fair
to the seafaring man
who used to be there
but who
now lives in the mission.
All things end in the end which is
as unreal as it gets.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
She makes the best
of what is
the rest of me,
I trust
in her decisions.
Wisdom begins
where lust ends
I trust in this
but
just
one more kiss
for luck.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
When the chaos
that is confusion
in a mind drugged
by illusion
becomes the sanity
of a society
that is comfortable
in its reptile skin
and
the spin put on the word
outweighs a
centrifugal force
it will be time to tie a rope
around the baggage I call life
and take that leap that's
called so laughingly into
a fate,
what could be worse than this?
There are miles in this asylum
left untrammelled by the careworn
who have torn out pages from the book
where holograms were shreds of space
into which their eyes could look upon an
unruffled sane society,
but we gave them LSD and shocked
their systems
systematically.
I have loved those minutes and more the
seconds that lasted for an eternity when
she
that possessed the X-ray eyes could draw
the colours of my aura all around her.
Chaos and
creatures with
distorted features
comic book heroes
dreams of flying,
why in
a minute
when the second is
long?
when there's nothing wrong
there is nothing to right
but we fight against it
and we're right against it
always.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
The aching behind my eyes.
Passing strangers
and their silent sighs.
I've lost my way
but pretend to know where I'm going.
And I like it this way.
The right path is not worth knowing
We all die eventually.
It's not that sad;
it's no tragedy.
And I don't expect you to care
or to even remember me.
And will I be remembered?
Probably not.
And if in fact you knew me,
you will say you just forgot.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC