#stance
I’ve led a good life with its dim end.
I’m here now,
ending it slowly.
As long as God intended.
I don’t make pretend
being a good Christian.
Just Christian.
Faith — not as salvation,
but stance.
Belief, not as redemption,
it’s my choice.
With the soul as my witness,
I’ve walked the Dusts of the Earth,
tasted the Fires of Purity,
seen the Light of the Holy.
I’ve touched upon ashes of the Graceless,
heard the wail of Hades,
held the tears of the Unredeemed.
I gained gravity.
I’ve lost longevity.
The soul is no longer
of my possession.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
Everyone is tiny in someone else’s eyes,
Everyone is saying lies.
No one feels same,
No one heals same.
Everyone is asking for a chance,
But no one is getting a stance.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
Still stuck on the fence
Forced to traverse a world that still doesn't make sense
I could embrace the ignorance
But I don't want to take that stance
So I find myself stepping on toes during this awkward slow dance
I wouldn't call it happenstance,
Not a chance
The culprit is this toxic, three-way romance
Between anger, my dark passenger and everything I can't forget to remember
Nothing to see here folks,
At least not at first glance
And that's enough to keep me in this trance
©2024
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
#*Shoulders slouch
The limbs attached to the strings
In hands of the puppeteer
Do the dance, or do not bend
There is a chance
You dance
Or learn to ignore
The hands of the puppeteer*
✨✨
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
“I do not feel superior because I'm vegan. The truth is I am vegan because I do not feel superior to others.”
—Michele McCowan.
It’s more accurately a principle that we shouldn’t subject anyone to our wants and/or needs.
The bottom line isn’t whether we believe ourselves to be better people. The question is not what we are, but what we think, and what we do as a result of what we think. The issue is about ideas and behaviors, not people.
Those of us who reject cannibalism do not think we are "better" than cannibals, do we? We only believe that there are ways of acting that are better than others according to ethics.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
On the bridge we dance
Hoping for love
We want to have the chance
To dance with a dove
Towards the edge we advance
And we'll have none of the above
So let's take a stance
Against our minds shove
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
The captive head
Escaping hair
Uncontrollable
You are and then
Sleek
Thin
So debonair
It's hard to tell where your beauty begins
And my handsomeness ends
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Have you heard about this brute beast that lives in these parts
Restless, he roams, goalless yet he thwarts
A lot of people have encountered some never lived to see the day
Where the monster decide to move past and mind be swayed
However that monster was not feared because of its relentless attacks
Neither it was because of his horrifying expression when he appears
But because of its presence, everyone is taken aback
And with the arrival of such a beast, one's guile might disappear
Face it or fear for your stability
For he is the leviathan that never attacks, he never uses force
However, he just stands there and mocks, yet your actions become coarse
Be brave, young warrior, face the foe at hand
Before you crumble your foundation that suddenly became sand
Face the creature and you will see, your might renewed and goals are clear
Those who do not become a prisoner of life, the ones who cower in fear
Yet, here why do one hesitate, you ask?
Because in the end, we are all being attacked at once
And your actions are watched by your loved ones.
Then you realize, it's not the monster that confronted you that you should be afraid
It's the monster that lives inside every person's mind that you should keep in check.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
Some say I’m of the sun;
Burning bright and blue.
But few can’t understand
The woes of mischievous moons.
The day has its pay,
With drops of dew on its shoe.
It knows what to do.
It shines.
It’s wise.
Yet it frowns down upon the gloom
Known only by mischievous moons.
Someday we will collide,
And you’ll be lost in the fog
By my side.
“Hold me,”
You’ll beg.
“Hold me,”
You’ll plead.
But you cut me true.
You blocked my blue.
I’ve no time for the sun.
The night is mine to run.
Dark music and wondrous songs to accrue,
As I’m the mischievous moon.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
[Ambiance: the atmosphere of an environment; a surrounding influence]
The smoke drifts over the audience,
the piano, the throaty singer and the sax
permeate the room with a jazzy ambiance.
My nerves vanish in the vibe, and I relax.
I enter the parlor to a flower-scent rush
there’s solemn gloom in the room for the viewing
I hear sniffles and mourners speak in a hush,
the ambiance here shaded with blueing.
The senses soak up the atmosphere.
Smells, sounds, touches, and sights
on the outside penetrate like a spear
take us down or ****** us to the heights.
Every day every inch of the way
is a new journey. I can choose my stance,
embrace the unexpected and pray
for openness and grace in my internal ambiance.
“Internal Ambiance,” Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Currier
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
Today sky is full of clouds but tomorrow sun will shine
Nothing is constant in this world just let me clearly opine
Fortune dares to kiss those who dare to meet her just fine
Consistent struggle has its taste and flavor like pure wine
I am destined to be a man of destiny, destination is mine
Bruises of heart and soul to be kept alive with real brine
My mission is so vital that I see all around its glowing sign
I am proud of the fact my Lord keeps me with Him on line
Miracles happen when love takes verdict of beauty in stance
Life becomes a caring friend to provide chance after chance
But one should not mix reality with just ordinary romance
To be fully involved in real love affair one should be in trance
Let me apprise you about the clarity of eyes heart in advance
One should keep efforts in tact not to leave all on circumstance
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
With its full force in veins it flows and glows
Love either takes you to glory or to the gallows
When beauty in trance becomes ready and shows
Price of that rose a lovers understands and knows
When every thing changes its shape to love rose
When beauty becomes heavenly wine to bulldoze
When lover in love becomes lunatic and he owes
Then beauty in intoxication takes a chance , throws
The entire universe takes herself to that love dance
Happiness shares herself everywhere to take chance
Nothing remains stable but goes to just a real trance
Entire world is dominated either by love or romance
Let my sweetheart be the part of that ecstasy to enhance
Please expose your beauty in delight to prove my stance
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
At it's ecstatic heights, life is
a splendid display of ballet moves.
I watch you fly high precariously,
stopping a beat of my enamored heart
with an astounding move speaking beauty
and dexterously land statuesque,
in a graceful arabesque stance.
Defying gravity with amazing ease
you create beauty none ever dreamed,
so kaleidoscopic, appreciating it means
touching the eternal with one's being
in a fleeting moment, get transported.
For that, one needs a mind as sharp as
razor's edge and constantly pirouetting
360 degrees embracing you at the
speed of light, before you turn to a
lightening flash,of different wavelength,
all over again and begin the next cycle.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Pocket pills of purple pinks in pity pants
Talking to the things that cause this total trance
Choking coughs from cold degrees or circumstance
Glazing eyes gliding through a gruesome glance
Ripping ribs and retched rings due rough romance
Dagger diamonds digging deep throughout a dance
So no **** she's so good at suicide stance
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
Traction,
It's keeping yourself on the alloted trail,
Like a group of spikes pertruding from your hiking shoes.
Hidden underneath bleak chances to run off course,
There is traction.
Ascension,
It's the higher sense of letting go,
Like a swell from the waters of slightly unsecured mentality.
Stationed right above the need for grounding.
There is ascension.
Illumination,
It's the spurt of clarity, intense maturity,
Like a smith of fine silver, molding his first ring.
Seeing what might be, and generating the material.
There is illumination.
Perfection,
Its understanding the material is but a spec of truth.
Like something without beginning,.. without end.
Immortal, appearing mortal,
But, sincerely niether
There is perfection.
That is what you are.
I am.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Settle your head, slow your breath and take a moment,
take a few and listen to the sound of your body.
Slowly close your eyes and marvel at the shapes snaking their
way across your inner lids; watch them paint the room
within a room as they pulse; fading and then leaping back in time -
a strobe diminishing with every slowing beat, eventually melting to static.
Breathe slowly in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Squeeze your knuckles tight and then relax once again. Focus on the
wave of tension momentarily created, coursing like lightening
up your arms and back, to your shoulders, your neck, and then feel it
dissipate as you exhale, spreading new energy to every nerve in your body.
Now open your eyes and find yourself
here
a heartbeat
in a shell.
This is what it feels like to be ready.
This is where you need to be if you mean to begin.
This is clarity.
"Hajime!"
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC