#very
personal gain I decline-
never to seek the ephemeral
when eternity beckons
'Love is forever'
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
I want to lean my shoulder into your shoulder
so badly
I want to press my cheek against your cheek
very badly
I want to touch my forehead to your forehead
so very badly
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
I am capable of anger
I am capable of compassion
I am white hot rage
Tempered only by the skulls
Skulls beneath my feet
Unworthy feet to touch Golgotha
Unworthy feet to dangle on the tree before me
Cleanse my feet!
Grace of God,
Your example crucified
The indwelling of light on my soul.
I am not capable of forgiveness
My compassion does not endure
Humility and broken humanness collide
I am grounded to shadow
Holy Spirit be my strength
Without it I have no capacity to forgive.
Only to rage on
And it's so ******* hard
Because I am human
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 11:04 AM UTC
Moment Time
The client came over again
2nd time in a year to see the reps
Plus support who dialled the account
It was he who asked his boss the Fake God
Why not ask the client dial his account?
So we can see how good he is?
The tip of the spear the best in action
Get the other bosses there too
See who the best seller is
It would be exceptional and rare
Try to absorb some of their skills
For we sell their product in their account
It has to be special like we all are
Let’s do it and become more than legends
He wanted to equal then surpass
The Fake God in skills and success
Brian actually respected and liked the guy
And it was somewhat reciprocated
The Fake God knew he was older
And ill with gout and arthritis and more
That he wouldn’t quiet till stone cold dead
The Fake God wanted 2 more closers
Get Red and the Arab to do it
Brian wants more experience for the job
Then he’ll be closer, TL then OM
And be called the False God 2
Hunting more skills success but not cash
Brian knew these were different times
Even if he wouldn’t live forever
This was his time and moment
He was humbly enjoying it
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 12:58 AM UTC
The artwork a face
a mirror the frame
no portrait the same
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 8:41 AM UTC
I Am Father Time.
I keep changing your life.
At times, I am the stormy weather.
At others, I am the calm breeze.
You worship the wrong deities.
You make wars misinterpreting me.
I am the sole Creator,
I am the only Conserver,
I am the real Destroyer.
And,
It is Me, who you should worship.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC
Longing for a pureness.
Longing for white hair.
Longing for oblivion to harm just being wandering.
In a valley in a grey dress.
Maybe there's a dimension where people can see what each other's souls have been through.
And everything is just right for all their souls to heal.
I'd be called Isdal, waiting for the ones I loved most in my past lives to come and find me.
And we already know each other and we know we already know.
Looking at the past it all feels very dark.
Looking at the future it's also very dark.
Being in the present it's just ok, I guess.
Just for now.
Always trying to run harder than it's raining.
Trying not to get hit by the drops too hard.
Or just trying to accept you will get soaking wet and sing along...
Oh I'm longing for a pureness.
Longing for white hair.
Longing for oblivion to harm just being wandering.
In a valley in a grey dress.
Will I find it when I leave?
And will you find me?
I'll be waiting.
As I'm waiting here now too.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
I have drank *****
Down to very last droplet
At bottles bottom
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
Lord:
no bequest requested.
no grant, no teach,
no need or greed asked
just a hey listen up,
if your attention is elsewhere
*this is an
all-on-my-own
prayer that
my eyes only utter,
my tongue,
self-silenced,
can only watch
and must approve
in fact,
this is more
of a post
than a prayer,
updating you
on the state
of what we Earth temporaries
call the heart, mind, soul
and even our,
your-designed
crafted carrier,
my body
Mine enemies call me
cursed, embittered,
they are right - but fools,
they are
so much more than wrong,
for in this they err grievous,
for they cannot see their own
bile provisioning their end
ask for no interference
from the sidelines
neither from the
sapphire mother sky
that raised me up gloriously
this morning
nor the emerald earth
that this day
both gives and gets
common bounty
gives me sustenance,
as much spiritual
as grained cereal delights
lest you think this
just one more
me-centric rants,
let us recall this prayer,
is his very own,
prayer of gratitude
woman's head
rests on my chest,
her blonde highlights,
highlight our bed
and our
life
take and tuck her tresses
from eyes and forehead,
gentle them into place,
behind her ear,
and my hand journeys on
to the skin,
flesh of her backbone,
where my fingers
spread wide,
five messengers unique,
advising all of the 120 provinces of her
heart, mind, soul and body,
she is my beloved,
and I pray,
I am hers
learning still to
live with my means,
such as they are,
sometime mean,
sometimes extraordinaire
even this skill,
to express
is a gratitude
that though
comes and goes
like summer breezes
that as now we pray,
cools my AM coffee
while studying the
patterned mystery
of the bay's
Ave Maria waves
from that
dock-by-his-name
where my heart, mind, soul
drink wet inspiration
from the still-oak-tree'd-strong-surfaced waters,
the blue glue of
our common delighted,
uncommon existence
this skill,
at this moment mine,
to share and
not to keep,
for have I not,
been blessed,
by comrades-in-arms
that kneel beside me,
asking, imploring
to be stronger yet,
for their sakes,
for them!
I pray for
best they-can-muster
sustenance of peace
of heart, mind, soul
and body
here now,
my shills,
my failing skills
cannot help express
in new ways,
a gratitude
that has a shapeless shape,
no measurement app enabled
for their comfort,
our comfort,
best grasped as
an unbounded divinity,
how so I wish I could pray for them better*
focus this prayer
on the good ones,
who so greatly honor us
with a greater-than-a-creator,
gift glorious of
friendship
this walnut crack'd shell,
this container ship of
heart, mind, soul,
here there,
a few leaks sprung,
no nicotine patches
to cover
this dented car,
this dented body,
new dent every day
from only-you-know-where
still gets me there,
but
other than taking care better,
it plods along and houses
the rearrangement of this prayer's words,
and that is what is called
plenty good enough,
self-sufficient
*prayers that are too long
go to the back of line,
so here we be,
but here we do not wait!*
for prayers of gratitude
are instantaneous fulfilled,
and thus granted even before
they are completed*
end.
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postscript
the love I feel for all of the people, friends and poets in my life that give me
their best, their perspective...they know who they are..
7:32am on the dock by the bay, another blessing for which I don't have the words but keep on trying...they are..see below...
PostScript - the pleasure of your affection for this writ, palpable and heart pounding but it only reflects the spirit that working wordsmiths share in loving camaraderie so deep in the hidden roots of this place. For which I swear I will never to cease to write upon this favorite optic topic a loving challenge...very humbly do I thank you
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
The pain untold -
Widen the hopes,
Hide the dreams and roam
Memories unfold -
Until memories are sold.
To that very one
Far from home.
-- Eleanor
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
You will fall in love with me soon,
Haziness will be in your thoughts.
You may then enjoy that swoon,
Sweetness will be in my plots.
You would love my expression,
Kindness is on top of my virtues.
You might not realize my real lies,
Strangeness lies in the truth of my life.
There might come an important time,
Truthfulness of mine will be so banal.
You might seek stability in your life,
With someone that has a better base.
Will you leave me alone then,
Or will you seek respite inside?
Will you forever faithfully be mine,
Or will you pursue infidelity outside?
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
I took a class a few months back,
it taught me how to drive a vehicle,
the extracurricular activity is Driver's Ed.
I listened well, but I wrote better,
and in the notebooks we were given,
I had written poem after poem,
covering all the whitespace.
About notes for later,
and love that was now
(it still is "now"),
this book is full of literature,
but the actual necessary contents
are one hundred percent
illegible literature.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
I'm so drained
I can barely lift my fingers
To press these keys
Yet it's key
That I get this message out
A message about
How tired I am
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
youre my photographer
and im your hepburn(or at some point in a brief glimpse to me we were these) but my face is a little funnier
and neither of us can waltz and
really we aren't even in love like them but
i do however love the sun and the rain in her (hepburn's") old Hollywood voice!
her voice was so picture perfect in that way
and I kind of want to be in love with you (minus the river and that drift wood dancing cause neither of us can dance much less to your ****** gangster rap and definitely not on driftwood) but I also think that being in love with you would be a surprising amount like waltzing to rap music on driftwood on a river
but if there's a world where hepburn has a 'funny face' then who knows maybe we could find a rhythm
or maybe we'd just get very soaked in river water
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
You were my sun
As I was your moon
And ours was a rare eclipse of the midnight sun and the midday moon
At least
It used to be.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC