#petition
Oh Lord my God! Thank you for this day, thank you for all your blessings and graces that are new for me each and every morning! Help me find peace and rest of mind, body and spirit. Refresh my dry and weary soul. You are my stronghold and my refuge, my strength and blessed assurance during hard times. Enfold me in your arms of love. Bless my family and friends Lord. Be my center. Be the center. Send your Holy Spirit to descend and rest within me. Move me and work in and through me for your greater glory. Let me be your hands and feet reaching out into the world. Never let me go Lord and in your mercy, help me always know you are near especially when I cannot see or feel your presence in my life. Help me to empty myself so that you can come and fill me. May I be less so that you can be more. I ask you to give me what I need today: to give me this daily bread of patience, peace, love, forgiveness, healing. You know my needs Lord: I trust that you will provide. I know you hear my prayers. Thank you, Lord, and always may your will be done. May your will be done in me. Amen.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 11:50 PM UTC
'Ultimate Petition To The Universe'
© Raul Cortes Junior 10 - 23 - 2024
Dear Universe ~ God Of All Creation,
I approach you at this moment, with strong faith & appreciation for you.
I know that no matter what a person faces in life,
nothing is impossible, if anybody has the right approach towards you.
You know, I acknowledge & love you.
Right now, it is 64 degrees in Manhattan New York, where I am homeless & located, (currently at the New York Public Library on 40th Street & 5th Avenue).
The weather is amazing, the clouds are clear & the sun is out shining.
And thus, I continue to aspire to shine like the sun above, bright with light & the love of the real Jesus Christ, that is not always properly represented on earth, yet represented by a faith few & written in accurate-scripture.
I count myself to be apart of that faithful few, as for the past 3-4 years I have been living on faith in you, more & more as times get more difficult.
As I pace back & forth, from 31st street, to 51st street, for free meals, a warm place to sleep or sit, & a computer at the library to use, I am asking for guidance, for love & companionship, with a woman that I can call sister or lover, & a surrogate brother who can be called a "Light Worker".
Light Worker google definition:
A lightworker is someone who is believed to have a special purpose to help others and make the world a better place. They are said to have a strong sense of purpose that goes beyond everyday life, and to feel a calling to bring more love and light to the world.
I refuse to believe.., that the hardships I endured, to finally quit smoking & drinking occasionally for approximately 20 years, & to quit the addiction to *********** after almost 30 years, since I was a little kid, (now a 40 year old exactly in 2024), ..are in vain.
Furthermore, I refuse to believe,.. that the attributes of a stable husband to a future wife or relationship partner, & a father figure to potential-children, that I fully solidified in recent years, ..are also in vain.
So I continue to plead my case to you, before all of humanity who can read this petition, to provide for me a miracle, & to provide for me the right situation, according to the gifts that are inherently ingrained within me, as a poet, as a future relationship partner & a brother to another.
Please, continue to bless the people that you favor around world, & to answer the prayers of desperation that are given out to you, on the daily basis, by a people who can meet your conditions.
There is a lightworker in London/UK, & possibly others elsewhere here in the USA & some other countries, who believe in you, & believe in me, & believe in all of us ~ Your Remnant, across the world, who are worthy to receive from you, if you deem it to be so, according to your riches & glory. May it be so, in the most powerful name of Jesus Christ I pray, the one I count on the most in these extreme times, thank you.
PETITION SIGNED:
X_Raul Cortes Junior_
(Of Trenton ~ New Jersey)
(Puerto Rican Descent)
(Non Religious / Independent)
(True Believer In Yeshua)
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC
A letter lies upon the moonlit desk
It's black ink radiant as it is bold
The table lamp spits into life only buffered by the musty air
The title unambiguous
Marching words appear with courteous ease
Their robust order craves no inspection
Naked defiance is laid bare
No options left unturned
A cooling fan tickles the senses
The critics forehead tips forward in deliberation
Drops of sweat plunge like Autumnal lawyers
A Coracle packed with words flows across the page
The quill wavers on the final line
Pronouncing, a pledge, perchance too deep to fathom
Two fingers set forth the smoking torpedo
Swaddling folds enclose the letter to the target
The periscope petition
Only a ripple in heady waters
Dispatches drowning in a sea of purgatory
With a life vest to hand, time to write yet again
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Oh how wicked is my sin bent heart
Daily should it be struck through with a dart
For when it is not crucified it does dart
To the sin, for which my savior was pierced through the heart!
Oh let me not be so fickle my Lord
Let me ever stumble backward
For yet a little slumber I can not afford
Else my poverty shall be the reward
Let it not be I who blasphemy’s by doing that which my Savior
did died for
You have given me a way therefore
help me walk by the strength which is yours
Oh this prayer do not ignore!
So, let I pray thee, your servant never slumber
Let me not rest from good labor
Rather provoke me, as a good father to your work evermore
If weary I shall rest in thee
Every day help me put to death the pride that be sets me
It is I who doth fight against my self!
I surrender it to you my farther!
Give the victory as you have promised
Not for my glory!
For I know it is not on my own that I even have this desire
But so others might see your glory reflected in this shattered mirror!
Then they shall glorify you!
And all magnification shall be yours!
Oh my God so let it be!
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC
To the one
Who inspires my thoughts
Hearty welcome
Gone are the days
You were there
Being mystic ink
Then and now
I long to write
Looking forward
For a rescue
To find the way
That much to say
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
When the value of what
You might add in a conversation
Is the same of that of a dying sorrow
Share it with the lamenters and the widows
For the ones with our heads onward and ahead
Have little time for a useless need in our heads
Useless ****** are abundance in this world
But dears, the only things
that look good doing nothing are statues
And your looks would pass ignored by the greeks, french, romans, and even the barbarians
Please, do mind me, this is the simplest insult
For the ones that prefer to glue their *****
Watching life passing by and the world spinning through
If there's so little you can do
Why don't you do us a favor and fly off
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
2011:
Here and there, you called my name
For this is what you christened me
“Maple is a hurricane.”
Here and there you called my name.
Face to face, you’ll ascertain
That this is not the truth, you’ll see
I’m not a ******* hurricane
For this is what you christened me.
2015:
Hear, and where you called my name –
Abyss is what you christened me.
Oh, “Maple is a hurricane!”
Said puppeteer’s overt reframe.
Braced and faced, they’ll ascertain
That this just YOUR truth – decreed
You sought a ******* hurricane
**Within YOURSELF; yet, christened ME.**
HURRICANE MEDUSA, *******
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
How did it feel at the end ?.. were your legs as heavy as your heart as you took your last journey, upwards .. all the way to the top.
What led you to this place?. so broken, so defeated..
I can only imagine how wounded you must have felt, knowing your demise was considered entertainment to the crowd below. Goading you to jump, baying shamelessly for your blood. Updating social media status' .. phones pointed upwards so they could capture your misery and share it with the world.
That must be a very lonely place to be .. .
Did they not comprehend that you were someone's child, perhaps someone's Father.
Their lack of compassion could only have added to your brokenness, your feeling of being alone, misunderstood, unloved.
They left you no options, encouraging you to die like that, when you so obviously needed a kind voice, a kind heart to show you the way down to safety.
Did they enjoy the show ..as you came falling from the sky, did the crowd fall silent as you hit the ground ... LIFELESS .. Do they even comprehend how greatly they have sinned?
May I apologise on behalf of humanity, or share your grief for the lack of.
I hope you have gained the peace, you so desired and didn't get whilst here on earth.
(for the guy who commited suicide, jumping from a multi storey this weekend, spurred on by the crowd below)
(msrigs 17/03/2016)
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
*the things i want to say are better left unsaid
the words i write today are those which have already been read*
O, thine whip which thou hath
Braided for me
Strikes the same chord
Upon my heart
Sting, O whip of discontent
Whip of shame
Let me know the tormentous fury
Which art thou name
O, Queen of Morrow
Everlasting Morrow
Bend thine ear
As well as thine heart
To your troubled servant
O, Discordia thy will be done
Shall I pursue this path
Towards the clearing
This broken and shattered beam
Which started as your
Beautiful dream
Thine venom hath infected
Body and mind
Blinded was I in pursuit
Of the prize which shouldn't have been mine
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
God,
I have been so self-centered
focused on me all day long
as if I'm God
as if my ways are right and just
Or, at least,
more important than anyone else's
As if,
I matter more
or my little world even
matters at all
You know, the one where
I'm on the throne and
You give me glory
That world doesn't exist,
but I pretend it does
I live like it does
so often,
too often
Live for my comfort,
live for my fame,
ruled by my "right" to
"my rights"
as if they existed, when really
I surrendered my rights
the moment I
surrendered to You
Yet
I'm trying to take them back
as if my will mattered
or my ways were
right and true
Righteousness
is from You alone
Self-righteousness, the burden
on my back, take
this burden away
The sin I carry
Lord,
I need you now
Direct my thoughts away
from me and my selfish ways
where I care more for
my comfort than
the people around me
Turn my face to You
Only there do I find rest
my peace is in You
And when my eyes are fixed
on the throne
Yours, not the one I
try to construct
Then justice rolls down
mercy will I see
love, an outpouring
of the Love that's been shown
to me
Grace will I give, for
You gave it to me
And my world will shrink
never more to be seen
consumed by your
all-consuming, gracious sea
Lord,
help me
help me be
like You
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC