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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.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Searching for What I Lost (1)
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.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
Searching for What I Lost (2)
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.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
Searching for What I Lost (3)
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.
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
BEAUTY = UGLY
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?
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Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
Silent Expectations : Part 1
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,
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 3:57 AM UTC
Pressure waves
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.
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
Genes
Seen enough Stumbled enough Tolerated enough But still can't get enough the way this world works
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
enough
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?
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Short circuit
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.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Digital age
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.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
In the distance
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.
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Jumping Jeremiah
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.
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
The seamstress
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.
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Somewhere up ahead
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.
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Untitled