#service
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Lyrics
Briny ocean breeze,
Fishing boats shepherded home,
By your guiding light.
Lonely sentinel,
Standing against raging storms,
Without recompense.
Piercing darkest nights,
Never resting or relieved,
Faithful to your task.
Friend to sailors all,
In calm seas and hurricanes,
A beacon of life.
Are you lonely now,
Lighthouse keepers seldom now,
Keep you company.
Beauty surrounds you,
All your watchful eye surveys,
Awesome to behold.
And yet I wonder,
Do you long to sail the seas,
As your charges do?
Is duty enough,
In your lonely nightly watch,
To bring you some joy?
Do you crave release,
From centuries of service,
Awaiting relief?
Do you feel like me,
With my legs chained to the earth,
Longing to fly free?
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
The woman on the hotline
keeps calling me sir
with the emotional warmth
of automated lighting
I explain the problem twice
somewhere in the background
a printer suffers continuously
A child cries briefly
then disappears from the call
which somehow makes everything sadder
Eventually she says:
“I understand your frustration.”
which is statistically unlikely
Outside
rain turns the parking lot
into low-budget philosophy
Cars idle patiently
under fluorescent weather
The call disconnects
without warning
without apology
without resolution
To be fair
it understood the assignment
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
Matthew said that a person
cannot serve two masters, but
I believe that it actually
depends on whom you serve
If God teaches you to love
and love teaches you to care
and caring teaches you to understand
and if understanding teaches you faith
It stands to reason that
if you serve the right masters
their teachings will not contradict
indeed, they will reinforce each other
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
Excuse me,
was wondering
Do you think
in centuries or seconds
Are you,
now and/or forever
Where does your
meaning and purpose originate
Your source,
is it ancient, beyond figure or form
How it drives and inspires,
does it evade lettered description
To what ends,
does the path it provides deliver you
Are you,
fuller, approaching complete
Do you,
tremble slightly, knowing peace
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
Not a day is wasted, nor a second left for spoil
For our plan is in His hands, over our head We musnt mistake, His precious "Wait", foolishly as senseless toil
We are refined in the forge of "not yet"
Each act of silent obedience serving as hot breath
Fueling the embers that Shape us
For there will come a day
When we are tried on the Sharpness of our faith
With nothing to fall back on but the fruit of our fire.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
Your love was my armour,
Your kindness my sword.
Your heart was my compass,
Your smile I adored.
Though the battle fatigued me,
Your grace kept me alive.
Knowing you need me,
helped me survive.
Once broken near beaten,
I often would cry.
But you pieced me together.
You lifted me high.
I stand here a Soldier,
Who you have made whole.
To love you forever,
That is my goal.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
Tell me how your day went, did it go just as you planned?
Did you get your filing sorted, is everything at hand?
Did you get your cup of coffee as you chatted to your staff,
Did the new guy on reception ***** up and make you laugh?
Me? Oh mine was busy, I watched a young boy die.
I worked so hard to save him, oh God really, I did try.
A disbelieving mother could not fathom what I said.
How hard it is to tell her that her loving son was dead.
Did you miss your boss’s deadline, is your laptop on the fritz
Is that guy from sales department getting on your ****
Sometimes I’d gladly swap you, your chores for just a day
So I don’t see the things I see or the things I have to say.
I’m just your average copper, doing everything I can.
To help make sure you stay safe, and your days goes to your plan.
Me? I’m just expected to get on with what I do,
To be just fine when I knock off and put away the blue.
Tell me how your day went, did everything go fine?
Please give a thought to all of us as we walk that thin blue line.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
Who are we the soldiers, the airmen and Jack Tars.
We who keep on serving, neath blazing sun or stars.
We don't crave attention, we don't make a fuss.
Our service goes unnoticed , no one thinks of us.
We are someone's brother, mother, father, son.
A sister or a daughter to some their only one.
But we've another family, one we've grown to love as well
A family who stand with us when we are going through hell.
We've bonds that go unbroken even death can't take away
Friendship, trust, togetherness each and every day.
You hear the cries "for valour," or "for god and country" too
But what is oft forgotten is our service is for you.
So all we ask is simple, on a cold November day.
For our colleagues that have left us please bow your head and pray.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
The reverberations of
Sergeant Sargent’s rat-a-tat
ring in my head.
Listen up, ding dongs!
Any jibber-jabber is a no-no!
This ain’t no ticky-tacky, artsy-fartsy,
wishy-washy wingding!
You ragtag riffraff are gettin’ tip-top!
So cut the flimflam, quit the chit-chat,
and gimme super-duper!
No namby-pamby hanky-panky,
and everything will be hunky-dory.
Now chop-chop!
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
If trapped in the reality that this false matrix shows.
Its grip on you loosens, as the light in you grows.
Deceptions more visible, seeing through lies.
showing how this world looks, without its disguise.
People make choices, some good, and some bad.
The ones that choose poorly, seen as making us mad.
Seeing each other, looking inside
Finally finding out, that there is no divide
Experience and connection, is the why that we’re here.
Finding service to others, is what need be held dear.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
When you feel the deeper calling,
Something yearning to be expressed.
A definite thing
Felt,
Yet unseen.
Elusive,
Stirring sleep, bringing unrest.
You’ve become shrouded
in years, my friend,
decades even,
of wonder and mastery.
Your noble craft, the role you play,
Has reached its brilliant totality.
Yet beneath the fading light
A gift for others’ lives.
A new reason for being and
Perhaps, It speaks,
my friend,
From nothing
beginning to Rise.
It leaves the body of knowledge-
Your blood, sweat, and tears.
Obsolete,
like gas station receipts
That wallpaper the rooms
Of victory over the years.
What you’ve achieved in life,
Grand and monumental
No Doubt!
Has become, as it should-
Just a shell.
Protecting Divinity within, what was,
and the fragile human without.
So sit, my brother,
With the pain and grief
Of longing.
And hear its funeral song.
For beneath the Melody,
Sweet sorrow brings with it
The birth of how you belong.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 8:53 AM UTC
Brian worked on 2 very different education accounts
One was UK based with 6 main call drivers
3 of these had sub topics of varied concerns
He took calls off teachers needing help
He was trained on all 6 main concerns
But only took calls on 3 of them
47% of the reps resigned
The other account was very different
Like comparing a bicycle to a truck
It was a very hard US account
He listened to the customer
Then clicked an onscreen prompt
And a computer voice spoke aloud!
People asked about courses
It was all fine education improved lives
Plus Brian persevered in hard accounts
Maybe one day he’ll go back
To do the other 3 concerns
Or a different school account
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
I dont want to have to rescue you,
Although I always will,
If you call me for aid,
I do not wish to follow you
Over the side into
Waters deep and cold,
Although I always will,
If you call me for aid,
Dont want to save you
From self drowning,
While you fight with me,
Although I always will,
If you call me for aid,
I do want us to swim,
In waters calm and warm,
Together
I always will,
If you call me,
I have always had your back,
And if allowed
I always will,
But I'd love it most
My love,
If you were by my side.
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 3:52 AM UTC
IN FAITH,
I GIVE MY SERVICE!
THY, MASTER WILL
OF UNKNOWN FOR EVERYTHINGS!
Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
We know my history,
The black bits are recent
And very well picked over
And more inquisition
Is yet to come,
Of that there is
No doubt,
But I am not chasing a history,
At least not one that has
Yet been made,
I am rather chasing
A future yet to be,
A future and relationship featuring you,
A future featuring me
So what do I bring to the party?
What goodness might I add?
What benefit to your life
Lies within me?
We know the darkness
And have tasted it
More than enough,
Well the darkness in me
Was torn out by the root,
My deeper good sees now
That machiavellian maneuvers
Do not carry the day
Nor bring satisfaction or even
A shred of victory,
And that deeper decent
Part of me now rejects that
Darker path in favour of the truth,
No matter what the pain,
To me or any other,
For sensitivity can sometimes Be but an excuse to lie,
So away with BS what is left?
As it happens my lady love,
What is left is all that you
Ever believed you had,
For truth be told,
And I am bleeding hard as I type these words
The good you saw was not a lie,
I truly am the knight
That these pages do reflect,
I am at heart a loyal warrior,
Who's sword and heart
Belong to you,
My eyes will not wander
Nor my hand,
But that is airey fairey stuff,
What of the real world?
I hear you ask
I promise always to be at your side,
To have your back come what may,
To support you in every way
With every thing I own,
My physicality and expertise,
My wit and my comfort
Especially my embrace and my hug
A massage on demand
My money such as I may ever have
I dedicate to us
With an open heart,
I will be your secret if you wish, Or if allowed
I will broadcast from the rooftops
That love we share,
And we will own our relationship
Without shame because
We found the truth of us
In love between our hearts,
I will not leave you lady,
Not while these lungs draw breath,
I will honour you in every way I can,
I will do jobs about your house,
Your wish be my command,
Because in pleasing you I find
I find mine own reward,
And I will love you,
Quietly and with humility,
All the days of my life,
I will delight in your successes
And comfort you in distress,
You will never need to seek
An ally nor for help
For this loving man already
Is these things,
And we will live out our dreams,
Bring good and joy
To the wider world,
As well as to
Each other
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 3:20 PM UTC
I always thought that diamond
Was the hardest state on earth,
I always knew it *******
Just about all things,
Until today,
For it turns out that making Good ones **** ups is far harder,
Let alone receipt of forgiveness
From the one I harmed the most
But a diamonds value is not just
In its hardness but
Also rarity and the time spent polishing
And cutting the end design,
And thus also my reward,
God willing,
Will come from the offer of
A lifetime of loving service,
Of all that I am
All that I can be,
For she is worth all of that
And oh so very much more.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 5:53 PM UTC
I wanted to be an iceberg
Floating over the mass of water
Hard and cold
A battleground for polar bears and seals
Shining, reflecting the sun
Located in the ends of the earth
Wanting, wary, wintry
And after all of my efforts
The thinking and scheming
All I got was pain
All I received was rejection
Now all I ask is to dissolve
To become one with the water
Warm, waving, wild
A home for precious fishes
Where seals and polar bears swim
To disappear in the ocean
To be the ocean
Spread across the Earth
To be ****** in by clouds
And bring rain to the forests
And after all my efforts
The motions and the serving
Hoping that I find peace
And deep acceptance
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 2:54 AM UTC
i am the writer
you the thinker thank you
for your blessed service
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
The Red-Folk are well known to some, but less well known to others. You see, the Red-Folk do their reddy-ness in the background with the smallest folk. This means that bigger folk will only notice them if they have small folk friends.
The Red-Folk are quite distinct; I don’t mean their tomato redness, I mean their ability to fold themselves small.
Now, you may know that small folk are very used to legs and knees and big feet and are they are very, very good at winding their way through a forest of trousers and skirts to get to where they need to go. But this can be tiring, and sometimes small folk misjudge the sway of a leg or a knee and bounce off them, falling back onto their bottoms. This can sometimes be funny, but it is often painful and can spark small folk tears.
So, when small folk find that the Red-Folk just love to fold their legs and knees away and come down to small folk level, you can imagine the sheer joy the small folk feel.
Some Red-Folk don’t last long because their legs and knees begin to ache and the small folk noise becomes too loud and the Red-Folk miss ‘Big Conversation.’ But there are some Red-Folk who are excellent at folding their legs and knees away and who love nothing better than small conversations with small folk. You see they have discovered that this is where small and precious truths are first planted to later become stronger big truths and they have seen that this is also where small folk plant big love in the Red-Folk’s big hearts.
So, if you are looking for the Red-Folk, you need to look down to where the small important conversations are taking place with the small important folk.
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC