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#victories
I notice the symmetry in your face You look in every direction but mine We rush and crash through the night Across traintracks, through tunnels I admire the strong structures Glowing beneath these festive lights You are hiding insecurities behind A temporary mask of excitement Could-have-been tragedies Become appreciative victories We are mere trembling bodies Amongst a crowd of confidence Relief pours over us, flowing fast Reducing our uncertainties Reusing forgotten identities Recycling mistreated potential Relaxing, finally in tact...
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
What Could Have Been
I set out to be a better man, And though the path is littered With the remains of those Who faltered at the gate, Those who failed further on, And every poor soul who’s still crawling by, Battered and embittered By the trials of the trail, It’s these little victories That keep me going, Choosing love over hatred, Kindness over cruelty, Calm over that brutal impulse Deep within each of us, Sight over blindness, Speech over silence.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
I Set Out
Not heeding the real Truth of Christ, will lead us into derailed victories; in addition, we’ve been challenged to question and make spiritual inquiries regarding the legitimacy of His Word. We need to be diligent in our studies of the Scriptures, showing ourselves approved of Him and not lazy nobodies, who remain ignorant of His principles. After all, it’s The Spirit’s pleasure to lead us into everlasting Truth; our inclination is to have that treasure… of Christ within our hearts each day and to enjoy the presence of His sway!
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Poem: Derailed Victories
sometimes you enter the maw of the beast; severed heads lie around still watching, and you march forth into the bowels of hell fighting off fears, horrors and demons own and foreign for the ultimate prize taking home the devil
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
That Kind of Reward
There are flowers on the window sill. Wildflowers in a blue vase. A small oasis in a life that is anything but. You release a sigh, and with it, tension. You focus, completely on the still life and feel your own heart still, your breath slow. You fall into yourself, You sip your coffee, your morning slowed to the point you control it. Not the other way around. There is a small smile on your face. Today will be a day of victories. You know it, not even knowing the battles that await you. Still. Slow. Aware, you are invincible.
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
Invincible
Lack of sleep tormented deeps first one battle and up pop five more. The calm comes as is the way of storms -that rumble off into the distant past. Ah but scars, scars knitted wounds - the earned gleaming spurs flash in the returning morn.
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
the returning morn