#measure
getting the harvest you sowed
like for like the story goes
whats good for the goose....
is good for the gander.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
Be certain
darkness does not escape its own shadow.
The wicked may walk long roads,
but every step remembers the fall.
And the righteous
even when bound,
even when buried in dust
carry a key the world cannot see.
What is beauty
without knowing where to place the soul?
A gold ring
pressed into the snout of a beast
still gold…
still wasted.
For what is the face
if the heart has no gatekeeper?
The righteous desire
like a seed
it breaks,
it bleeds,
but it becomes.
The wicked hope
like smoke
rising loud,
vanishing empty,
leaving only the taste of fire.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC
to be the antithesis
to be the opposite
to deposit and withdrawal
sentiments at hand
devil's gazes amidst
misery and oozing
of delusions running
rampant through some
hardwiring of veins to venerate
working cells for which to
administer justice
wherein a lady with arms
garnishing a scale in order
to measure alms in which
to treasure
at his very pleasure
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
Anything you touch
becomes a treasure
only my heart can measure.
So why don’t you touch me too,
and make me priceless
to no one else but you?
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
I once asked an old man, “Where can I find peace?”
He looked at me with eyes that had seen too many seasons and replied:
“Peace, my son, is not in wealth, nor in the chorus of children who call your name.
True goodness dwells in the breadth of understanding,
and in a heart that remains steadfast...
patient,unwavering, and calm.
Do not perform your worship for an audience.
If you do good,let your praise be a silent thanks to God.
If you stumble,seek His forgiveness with a humble heart.
Know this:
there is no true goodness in this world
save for in two kinds of people:
The one who sins, recognizes his failing,
and cleanses his soul with sincere repentance…
and the one who races toward righteous deeds,
striving so swiftly his own shadow cannot keep pace.”
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
If you ever find a measure of love, my dear,
Compare this world, my love for you would be heavier…
For me, the door of your heart is locked,
All the love I showed, you mocked.
Yet I was expecting a change in you,
And you ended up treating me just one among the few.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
Why cast your doubts upon the notion of love's end, when such a
demise is but a phantom? You wield the ruler of your own judgment,
hoping to measure such a thing. A tumultuous throng of souls
measures their worth against the scale of love— what they can offer,
what they might receive in return; I question whether this is love at
all, or merely a transaction cloaked in loaned affections.
But is it anyone’s business to judge a love — true, unconditional love?
Why do the intricate conditions of our hearts render us inadequate in
the face of the love we can bestow? To quantify love is to diminish its
essence, and to tarnish something of immeasurable worth. And the
conclusion of love is merely a reflection of our own reluctance to
embrace it anew. In a world rife with animosity, there remains a
sanctuary of love, ready to fill even the most overflowing of voids.
_There’s no measure to love._
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
what is the measure of sorrow
is there a standard unit
against which we may rule
an overladen mind
and a heart demolished
graphing with infinite precision
each shattered hope
and marking the dimensions
of dreams ground to dust
are tears numbered
or more properly
and accurately accounted
by volume
or weight
shall we assign a value
on a sliding scale
to the mutilation
of a human soul
can we make comparison
among various torments
or attempt to visualize
in a chart of bright colors
splashed on a screen
the lifelessness of one person
to that of another
is despair loss
or hope denied
might it be joy withheld
does suffering
have weight and volume
that we might
determine its mass
is it instead a void
where something which
was present
has been removed
is it possible to create
an image of wretchedness
a ruined and rotting
playground of lost innocence
a charred and crumbled husk
of a home shattered
an arid uninhabitable waste
of aspirations unbirthed
with what pigment
shall we produce such art
which color wheel
will be used
in what earthly perdition
are the gauges found
reading the depth of misery
or the height of anguish
what is the magnitude
of the grief
the touchstone of devastation
against which all other grief
must be measured
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 9:45 PM UTC
Intuition at it's finest when feeling the seasonal changing of its metamorphosis is coming ahead. A foreseeing truthful measure of action (over the wonder of its own inevitable evolution).
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 12:49 AM UTC
Tonight as I Explore U,
Inch by Inch.
Making Love to U,
starting with a Pinch.
Holding U by the Waist,
as I take U Whole.
My Kisses shall flow,
like a River to your Soul.
Our Bodies shall warm up,
with Love and Passion.
Excelling in every Position,
without any Fashion.
Your moments in Bed,
will be filled with Pleasure.
U shall call Me Skilled,
beyond all Measure.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Please play with closed eyes
About ships that survive waves
Flags flutter Armada!
Battles cannons roar
Shooters shoot drift ashore
Wait wait what do they mean
But one measure after another
Images sail over times
Then and then people
Eyes open and hear nothing more.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
I only realize I’m late once I notice that the woman with
Medusa’s curls isn’t at the platform.
People as units of measure.
The clock of the world.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Once you've sat at Wisdom's feet
and heard her teach the Truth
Light's unbearable and dark
and Teachers most grievously painful
For there is no error in the plumb line
Any tilt and crookedness is exposed
Every hearts' wickedness and deceitfulness
cries out and stinks as dead men's sores
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
When you measure something once, it doesn't always go the way you fully expected. Nor was it how you solely intended for its very actions to not solidify your commands very nicely, either. That's exactly why you need to measure those very commands twice, or else those very actions (which became the dreary outcome beyond both your own expectations and how you never intended it to go the exact opposing opposite way you truly "not so wisely" measured it, the first time). All this isn't as solidifying or even unifying when you shed the costs of the simple mistakes that turn into even more dreary outcomes! Either ahead of time, or entirely beforehand. (Since sometimes the most basic mistakes of our very actions towards our very messy commands, shows we perceive the outcome ahead of time, instead of taking it easy once and a while to urge our decisions beforehand...just in case.) You need to make utter sure when (the next time comes around) too measure things twice...from NOW ON!
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
What if to measure longing it takes a look
Probably I'd rather stare at you often.
What if to measure love it takes a flower.
Probably I'd make you a garden
What about happiness?
Well, I dont measure happiness but to be with him is one source of my happiness.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
Your barrier is closing in
How far will you extend your measure
Your measure will be the limitation
Your ONLY obstacle
Brian Hill - 2019 # 307
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dont come near me
I am toxic to consume
Dangerous to let go.
Difficult to measure
How venomous I can be.
I live Entangle within me.
My life dipped in poison
Running all over my vein.
Would make you only numb
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
Rotate
Clack!
Rotate
Crack!
Rotate
Shhhzzck!
Rotate
Click.
Rotate
Ow!
Rotate
Wow!
Rotate
Rotate
Snap-
Out.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
i measure time
by the amount of beats
my heart skips
the longer that i am away from you
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC
I am forever inspired by my Barbara ref 012
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I am forever inspired by my Barbara
And she tells me that she loves me
Making the time we spend together
From this day forward magical time
On each and every day a pleasure
Romancing my lovely woman brave
Enchanting with my simple phrases
Vainly lift her spirits wave by wave
Even if my girl is feeling so fragile
Rarely fails to lift her spirit high.
I am forever Inspired by my Barbara
Not on just extra special occasions
She projects me to highest heights
Poetic messages channeled by God
Inspirations to record my thoughts
Reactions to our fine togetherness
Enchanting in the way she moves
Dutiful in her many charitable acts
Barbara ! By God ! You are angel.
You can inspire the best in folk
My Goodness you're a woman fine
You dress in style and look devine
Bring me down to earth I pray
As I'm like a child on Christmas Day
Run life for us to your satisfaction
Because I trust your judgement so
As I am so inspired by our plan
Rich the gems of wisdom owned
As fine a woman known to man.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Philip. 26th January 2017.
Rest In Peace my Darling Girl.
Departed 17:00 hours 17th Sept 2018
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Have you ever thought why?
If give and take was the
ultimate measure in life
what did we give to be born
to gain the life in the first place?
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
my words are measured:
two cups of cold with a hint of
warmth
to make it convincing.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
For me, every moment of contentment
is often followed by the realization
of having a lack of either ambition
or the means or ability to achieve it.
And though I can live with the lack of both.
I often wonder
why do we feel the need to be validated
by some measure,
by some reason,
to belong in one of the circles
that the world is divided into.
When we end up questioning our self,
“Who would be actually there for me
if not for the pieces of me
that I am feeding them everyday?”
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC