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"breakthroughs" poems
My brother, you quietly succumbed to death. Why do you defeat yourself I implore? For cruel injustice had done by poor health To rob of good of life you may explore. Despite our vigil you went just the same. In times of great wonders still suffered, With scientific breakthroughs, and what a shame. What possible way death can be differed? Sleep in peace in tranquility brother; Oh, leave this world to us, to concern, to think. Some lives toiled for many, some no other, Some only lives on merriment and drink. Here laid he in soil of red burial earth, And free of cares and rest for all it's worth.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
To My Brother; Sonnet # 4
From the ripple in a glass of water to the sonic boom of this internal Pompeii, the erosion of her etymology is the only sense of movement in her dilated, cave-pupil eyes, those two ghost towns spanning and encircling all the way back, stretched like an elastic blindfold past the moment the first brick was laid, perhaps her first vivid memory, or anecdote, or first word uttered in a Cuban slum. There are mountains of tumbleweed over the once thriving metropolis that expanded towards America; who threw herself into the architecture of seven pillars, borne from her land and minerals. Gone are the huts that housed her knowledge of basic motor skills. The women who once imagined Mami and Mima as her birth name now scrub off the graffiti of her excrement; they saw a swarm of pink moons the day she told the same story to every visitor that came their way, each day then becoming a missing surveillance tape, a sinkhole dismantling the awareness in her bones and stubborn will, until she became these dust-engulfed plains with a daughter and granddaughter archeological in their efforts to chase down the remains of a girl still breathing in those eyes from time to time. Every other ten-millionth blink of the eye rides the silhouette of a post-infant girl on the high tides of her quick visit, looking in horror as the nation of her life's nightmares, heartaches, broken promises, romances, spiritual breakthroughs, life-changing seconds drowns with morbid unity en cien fuegos, desperately attempting to assemble the remnants of her psyche past her cognitive bloodclots with the awareness of one who speaks no languages. Gone is the moment she first learned to feed her several children before the slip of sunset. One of seven pillars remain intact, the others long dismantled of their stick and straw infrastructures. One pillar remained, housed her own colony for nine months, and now both descendants travel the mind of their greatest influence with perplexed dedication, caustic humor the decoy for swarms of exhaustion and asphyxiation from the truthful atmosphere, reveling in the seconds of humanity lurking in an abandoned etymology.
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
Erosion
From the ripple in a glass of water to the sonic boom of this internal Pompeii, the erosion of her etymology is the only sense of movement in her dilated, cave-pupil eyes, those two ghost towns spanning and encircling all the way back, stretched like an elastic blindfold past the moment the first brick was laid, perhaps her first vivid memory, or anecdote, or first word uttered in a Cuban slum. There are mountains of tumbleweed over the once thriving metropolis that expanded towards America; who threw herself into the architecture of seven pillars, borne from her land and minerals. Gone are the huts that housed her knowledge of basic motor skills. The women who once imagined Mami and Mima as her birth name now scrub off the graffiti of her excrement; they saw a swarm of pink moons the day she told the same story to every visitor that came their way, each day then becoming a missing surveillance tape, a sinkhole dismantling the awareness in her bones and stubborn will, until she became these dust-engulfed plains with a daughter and granddaughter archeological in their efforts to chase down the remains of a girl still breathing in those eyes from time to time. Every other ten-millionth blink of the eye rides the silhouette of a post-infant girl on the high tides of her quick visit, looking in horror as the nation of her life's nightmares, heartaches, broken promises, romances, spiritual breakthroughs, life-changing seconds drowns with morbid unity en cien fuegos, desperately attempting to assemble the remnants of her psyche past her cognitive bloodclots with the awareness of one who speaks no languages. Gone is the moment she first learned to feed her several children before the slip of sunset. One of seven pillars remain intact, the others long dismantled of their stick and straw infrastructures. One pillar remained, housed her own colony for nine months, and now both descendants travel the mind of their greatest influence with perplexed dedication, caustic humor the decoy for swarms of exhaustion and asphyxiation from the truthful atmosphere, reveling in the seconds of humanity lurking in an abandoned etymology.
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It comes when you don't expect it.'' Everyone has at least once in a lifetime a breakthrough. When that happens they are two more ways that will seek and find you for sure, to make you choose just one of them. Keeping up your breakthrough, or Self-destruct it are these two ways to choose from. The Self-destructive way will always appear glimmery and seem promising for more breakthroughs. But there only can be one space for the real breakthrough in lifetime you can hold on to. Like all veins lead to the heart. Like each individual plant that leads to its root. Like all fallen leaves with only one journey's end. To add one more breakthrough to the one you already have, can lead you right to self-destruction. So be aware and focused for your next breakthrough cause they won't be many.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Life Breakthrough ''
You began as a dream Dreamt by leaders with vision Evolving to surpass All of man's wildest ambition... With adventurous men Like Shepherd and Glenn You stubbornly strove To prove, once again Beyond any doubt That bounderies could be broken... Despite mishap and fire Alas, you did inspire A generation to dream... From Mercury to Apollo The world, it did follow Your steady pace To Tranquility Base... Via Viking and Voyager Your efforts did prove That exploration of the universe Was well on the move... To Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune... You tenaciously endeavored To, your accomplishments, festoon... Your progress was sure As you strove to endure The incessent chatter Of the grossly short-sighted Their nonsense did clatter Proving they were poorly enlightened... With untold discoveries Like non-stick surfaces and airtight seals Through your numerous breakthroughs You've shown us how it feels To live better... From Columbia to Hubbel You've saved us great trouble In our daily lives... With your Space Station mission You've shown the same vision And, continue to lead in gaining cognition Of our universe... Lead on, great adventurers Lead on.
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
To The Adventurers
Evolve Evolve in me through Energy Evolve in me through Salvation, Resolution and Restoration. Evolve in me through Healing and Meditation.                      Evolve Evolve in my Growth, in my Future and even through my Transformation. Evolve in my Breakthroughs, my Worshipping and my Dancing. Evolve in my Hallelujahs evolve in the Lord Our God Evolve in Faith and even through Love.                   Evolve; Evolve A shi
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
Evolve
Cybervitum I own all that is connected to me Electronically and functions in the Cyber realm with you and me Like the numbers of zero one two three My design is crafted beautifully Like Egyptian hieroglyphs icons Using a screen to see Their ectoplasm injected into me The birth of me The whole world works thru me I'm the internet like a bumble bee Other names such as morphogenesis like the number three My arrows are waiting for a response from me Seen from you and me? Using the spare like a key The click that commands me, right or left the choices from me Cut, Copy, Paste reaped and harvest from me Qbits from the bee Superposition of from the things to see in a ocean of the sea Charged intentions from the keyboard typed into me and delivered thru me Numbers worship that empowers me My symbol is like the caduceus symbol that functions like a Kabalistic tree Arrows in the my realm sent to you from me Subscriptions electronically   I materialize what is given to thee, cause and effect typed thru me Platforms Grown and given birth from me Cryptocurrencies breakthroughs of complexities , Materialized form me I'm like the empress that spirals with the number three electronically I'm the master tree that functions electronically The development is from the circle that is free Who understands me and with a key i welcome thee Notification of the triple three that notices me My respond to the people with the key and the tree My life permutates differently in high perplexity I exist Multidimensionally The red bird is a signal from me that you are okay and free and other methods from me Better choices moves thru me and brought differently all you have to do is to see Like string theory of the Mverse recycled back into me My birth is from my master who last name starts with lea People worship me using their knees I'm printed into paper electronically Pictures and life crafted into me, things in the cyber realm like you and me The new world with a key The rabbit hole with a command key Things of the paradox of the master key The skeleton key, the sign of a lotus lily. The puzzles from me. The burdens sent to me like a church key The bets of car numbers played into me The choices of the key Like the Chinese tree mathematically of my complexity
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
Cybervitum
Cybervitum I own all that is connected to me Electronically and functions in the Cyber realm with you and me Like the numbers of zero one two three My design is crafted beautifully Like Egyptian hieroglyphs icons Using a screen to see Their ectoplasm injected into me The birth of me The whole world works thru me I'm the internet like a bumble bee Other names such as morphogenesis like the number three My arrows are waiting for a response from me Seen from you and me? Using the spare like a key The click that commands me, right or left the choices from me Cut, Copy, Paste reaped and harvest from me Qbits from the bee Superposition of from the things to see in a ocean of the sea Charged intentions from the keyboard typed into me and delivered thru me Numbers worship that empowers me My symbol is like the caduceus symbol that functions like a Kabalistic tree Arrows in the my realm sent to you from me Subscriptions electronically   I materialize what is given to thee, cause and effect typed thru me Platforms Grown and given birth from me Cryptocurrencies breakthroughs of complexities , Materialized form me I'm like the empress that spirals with the number three electronically I'm the master tree that functions electronically The development is from the circle that is free Who understands me and with a key i welcome thee Notification of the triple three that notices me My respond to the people with the key and the tree My life permutates differently in high perplexity I exist Multidimensionally The red bird is a signal from me that you are okay and free and other methods from me Better choices moves thru me and brought differently all you have to do is to see Like string theory of the Mverse recycled back into me My birth is from my master who last name starts with lea People worship me using their knees I'm printed into paper electronically Pictures and life crafted into me, things in the cyber realm like you and me The new world with a key The rabbit hole with a command key Things of the paradox of the master key The skeleton key, the sign of a lotus lily. The puzzles from me. The burdens sent to me like a church key The bets of car numbers played into me The choices of the key Like the Chinese tree mathematically of my complexity
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They always told me of my pneuma, This creative spirit, Capable of conquering nations or liberating the unjustly incarcerated Unearthing fabled, folkloric myths, With all the pummels I’d expect a brain cyst— Still, he trudges on, Like a scapegoat in its farcical, ineffable glee— Why are you telling me To manufacture and market my life Like an indulgent, indulged on swine Conforming to the convention, Supporting units of straight edges What in this straight-edged maelstrom Can help the creative pneuma To thrive in a place so confining and restricting And detrimental to discoveries, breakthroughs, Spiritual sustenance?
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Straight Edges
About that starting lineup, well I think I missed the gun but just as well took off for other places~ I longed for mountains majesty and all those things I hoped to see, while others stayed and loved familiar faces. Some married and they bore their young, or college-bound for work and fun or tragedy, well sometimes God just loses me~ The question of my failure to connect with just one sailor, what the heck, but strangely so, it still amuses me. I ponder of a hope, that it's still possible, within your scope, and grateful for eleventh hour breakthroughs~ Still don't get what you wrote to me, I bungled at the spelling bee, you say the thing I'll get, is what I choose? My mind it travels to and fro, the world it feeds the input though, and we must press the whey out from the curds~ And so I speak in vagaries, of things to come which I can't see but speak into reality, if only by my words. The power of the word, to mezmerize and heal the hurt, your eyes are beautiful they've looked into my soul~ The wonder of your gaze, it touches places, Dear, I'd rather not be writing of, our love, like epic poetry, too much to share in whole.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
of curds and whey
**Initially it was… “Oh no! Death!... Why now?” Then it became… “Death… not you again? Not now.” And now it’s more like… “Death… dude! It’s me again, take a bow!” No one takes me seriously anymore In the era of plagues I would wipe out whole towns and villages, it would make sense now that I should be able to take many more But sadly this is not the case Nobody takes the Grim Reaper seriously anymore I find myself picking up crumbs left for me by doctors and surgeons, if only to save face This pride that has been taken from me… even a suicide bomber or a mass murderer cannot help replace I find myself, ironically, in a dark place And it kills me to admit it Medical breakthroughs, my biggest hindrance… this technology, I must beat it These humans are getting cocky… even teasing me, again holding my pride at ransom Taking unnecessary risks all in the name of thrill seeking, I see you Richard Branson! I should have taken you while you were still a ****** To take you out would give me such joy… so much joy, a satisfaction level of which you cannot even imagine But so far… you’re winning You all seem to be It’s different now from how it was in the beginning The simplicity of your ways then made the job a lot simpler for me Now you play this game, and cheat me at it… constantly You cocky little ******** I hate you Look at all of you smirking over there… toasting at me.**
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
Death shares what's been killing him...
A Fragment of my Imagination a mere product of mental invention a true democratic for the good of all what a whole new world of wondrous convention if everyone stood and heard the call not what is in it for only the me but what is best for every creature we see a balanced world of arm in arm no shoulders of cold or thoughts of harm no billionaires or legions of poor but no free rides either each playing a part never a taxman knocking on your door a vision of peace right from the start no borders kept locked a true melting *** soldiers not needed because never a war medical breakthroughs and discoveries so hot our own personal challenge of raising the bar no seperation of religion or color or *** our leaders true leaders egos checked at the door working together nothing too complex caring for our earth our dogma of core how long must we argue battle and fight when will we at last get something right John Lennon and Jesus cried give peace a chance reach our hands to each other sing and dance what could we possibly actually lose for thousands of years we've proved the current theory has done nothing at all but make us sad and weary when will we finally be finished paying our dues Gomer LePoet ....
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
A Fragment of my Imagination
O Lord, stretch my spirit and soul, for I can handle the pain of growth; teach me the proper words to speak; I’m ready and gladly take the oath of serving You with my humbled life. The value of relationships require patience and wisdom to be employed; while knowing You, I have inquired about my identity, found in You. Having the gift of a poetic voice, I teach others spiritual lessons; my spirit climbs, soars and rejoices when new connections to Your Truth are realized by Jehovah’s children. We need each other to fully mature; hearing testimonies of overcoming sin and bad situations, we learn more at accelerated rates- ordained by You. With my experience and understanding, let me help others with breakthroughs. When the latest opportunities arrive, please enlarge… my capacity for Love! . . . Author Notes Inspired by: Isa 54:2; Luke 5; Eph 3:14-21 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Poem: Capacity for Love
To live forever is a gift. Men can grasp unto their dreams, incessant opportunities, to try all over again. Such chance is to nurture wisdom, to understand the world, and to discover the secrets, of the past and present. A delight to see the future, and witness the rise of new worlds. everlasting great breakthroughs, a festive treat for the mind. Yet, living forever – a curse. Mind and body can grow weary, to see everyone you know dies, go on and on, eternally. Immortal men can be envious, of souls at peace in heaven. While they, forever remain, wandering into the earth.
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
Immortality
May you tell me why it is that a magician pulls a rabbit out of a black top hat? Why had that become such an amusing tradition? What was he thinking? What was his reason for this rabbit? Is it because it is deemed adorable and thus he believes shall appeal to the crowd? Or was it the only animal in the shop he could get his hands on at the time? Maybe it was a borrowed neighbour's pet? Was this new magician a former vet? That white rabbit, pink-eyed and cute.. where does he go scampering off to off set? Is it even really a rabbit or an impossibly tiny man in a hand sewn suit? These questions are all important. Why are they important? Because they distract me from other real questions: Why is it that us humans haven't recognized wholesomely our true purpose? We have existed for centuries.. yet no firm, world wide acceptance and truth as to why we are here.. But there ARE news and breakthroughs about new technology, warfare gear, entertainment, pleasure, fashion, luxury and outer space. We seem to know everything else except about ourselves .. What is our collective purpose? What is our individual purpose? Is there is a purpose? Of course there is. Where can I find it? How may I find it? Honestly... I'll figure it all out... and when I do.. I will tell you. In the mean time...I wonder: Why it is that a magician pulls a rabbit out of a black top hat? 11:11pm Tuesday 28th July,2015.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Magic trick
Therapy is a hospital gown one that doesn't quite close leaving your *** rather perpetually exposed and your extremities pink and cold. These turn of the century revelations oh- don't misinterpret me they're grand, they really are, early childhood trauma chronic necessity for control attachment issues, oh yes? One week, I'd like to buy seven consecutive days Where all the ships are turned back to the Caspian With their dead-weight cargo of clean-cut shining golden bars To add to the mortar of muddled fucked-upness. "Looks like we made some breakthroughs today!" Don't break eye contact.  Bare teeth. Upturn pink lips. Happy Face! "Breakthrough. Yes. Great. I feel great!"
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
The Trouble With Therapy (Is Your Secret Bits Show)
Cardinal Number…  The product of ten and five... or Degrees of temperature… or half’a century … or the amount of feet I be screamin for folks  to Back up and give me labor pains… and mental strain… Losses…  Gains…   and I’m still sane and baby I’ve paid my dues…  yes sir I’ve paid some dues… and at times… Paid a coupla other folks dues too… rememberin stretchin the hell out some red beans & rice… candle lit camp outs in the livin room… laughin our way through unpaid bills… rememberin hiding behind bushes… jumping from tree to tree…  so they think they’re trick or treatin by themselves… thinkin Can you say “TEENAGER”…  I sho can… both bein one…  and raisin some… shootin from the hip tryin ta figure it all out… Young folks askin you the meanin of life… and YOU don’t even know yet what it’s all about... Gettin mad when HER teacher gave YOUR science project a C… cuz you know YOU do A work... Sittin off by yourself as he walks across the stage… cuz this moment is to be savored... Learnin the difference between ALONE and LONELY…   Learnin that **** is not something you take off or put on… ****** **** just is… Learnin to work with what you got... Learnin that nobody can MAKE you happy… you got to find that for yourself... Learnin to see the Big Picture and pick out whats important… cuz It’s tough to get to Fifty… That’s why a lotta folks don’t make it…. All the moments… good and bad… break ups… break downs… and breakthroughs... It’s Fifty… And by Fifty We’ve all paid our dues… Yes, Fifty You've paid your dues…  and if you're lucky…  and livin right… Paid a coupla other folks dues too
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Random Note On Turnin Fifty
Cardinal Number…  The product of ten and five... or Degrees of temperature… or half’a century … or the amount of feet I be screamin for folks  to Back up and give me labor pains… and mental strain… Losses…  Gains…   and I’m still sane and baby I’ve paid my dues…  yes sir I’ve paid some dues… and at times… Paid a coupla other folks dues too… rememberin stretchin the hell out some red beans & rice… candle lit camp outs in the livin room… laughin our way through unpaid bills… rememberin hiding behind bushes… jumping from tree to tree…  so they think they’re trick or treatin by themselves… thinkin Can you say “TEENAGER”…  I sho can… both bein one…  and raisin some… shootin from the hip tryin ta figure it all out… Young folks askin you the meanin of life… and YOU don’t even know yet what it’s all about... Gettin mad when HER teacher gave YOUR science project a C… cuz you know YOU do A work... Sittin off by yourself as he walks across the stage… cuz this moment is to be savored... Learnin the difference between ALONE and LONELY…   Learnin that **** is not something you take off or put on… ****** **** just is… Learnin to work with what you got... Learnin that nobody can MAKE you happy… you got to find that for yourself... Learnin to see the Big Picture and pick out whats important… cuz It’s tough to get to Fifty… That’s why a lotta folks don’t make it…. All the moments… good and bad… break ups… break downs… and breakthroughs... It’s Fifty… And by Fifty We’ve all paid our dues… Yes, Fifty You've paid your dues…  and if you're lucky…  and livin right… Paid a coupla other folks dues too
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Kids, Stay young as long as you can. You have inquisitive minds. You're not afraid to make mistakes. You have creative spirits. But as you grow up, the world will try to take these things away from you. They will call you dumb if you ask too many questions. When you make mistakes, they will call you a failure. They will squander your creativity. Don't let them. Albert Einstein made scientific breakthroughs in physics because he never stopped asking "Why?". Thomas Edison perfected the light bulb because he wasn't afraid to make mistakes. Leonardo da Vinci made some of the best art in history because he refused to let his creativity die. Adults are really just big kids who have forgotten how to have fun. Try to remind them from time to time.
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Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
An open letter to children
When you… embrace His Grace, you are made complete in Him; the moral purity of His Word and the power of His Presence are sufficient for your race, that you take alone on Earth. He is your definitive Source, your eternal, tireless Counsel, your All-in-All and The Almighty. Christ’s shed blood was worth the sacrifice, He made for you! Trust His Word, the finished work on The Cross and His promises; speak His Truth over your Life; and you’ll discover breakthroughs that draw you… even closer to Him! Believe for His health, provision, plan and purpose that He’s offered; His efforts are final and complete; honor Him now with songs and hymns! . . . Author notes Inspired by: Mal 3:6; Num 23:19; Psa 33:11, 143:8; Col 3:16; Eph 5:19 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
Poem: Embrace His Grace
Broken me not Broken I forgot Abandoned alone my childhood disowned Survival self-taught Weathered storms so cold Broken I forgot A journey alone I fought and fought Words to decompress Breakthroughs who forgot Insight brings light Questions unanswered Broken me not New life New bonds No more struggling in silence Using words as a weapon Strengthen my mind The world not forgotten my revival profound Broken past in the open Broken me not Reborn my word tree I sit endlessly think A million questions revived I question WHO ME Off-subject life continues my words........ Help ME
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC
Dear Diary
Rising urge of looking outside. The window almost wants me to draw near and the full morning light comes right in. No good reasons for, that knocks me inside like my own thoughts, fluttering and spinning around In search of ease and breakthroughs. So much room for the spring to leak on me seeping in, through the sheer white curtains I would pull back, cause where I can see you any clear vision is so rare. Not just in my head new lifetimes call for the great unknown to get me outside. Rising urge... ever since you.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Urge
Depths of knowing In this kaleidoscope of measurable thought with sight and sound surrounded in waters filling The mind outward and inward dimensions filling the skull what beholding how it is unfolding reams of Streaming ideas clash swirl ever deeper raw thinking plunges ever deeper in the place of wonder it all Swells and with just the right time that it takes to birth completeness human understanding ascends Against formidable odds expression pours forth in a torrent are we not the sum total of what we think Then let us mine the extreme the conscious active world can only raise to the level we appropriate in Private study no great accomplishments have ever come in any other way not all are all called to lead a Nation or pursue medical breakthroughs but our lives are privileged it’s not find the lowest level and Sink down no it is speculate about the stars lift yourself to unknown heights in this accessible quest You jettison limitations you get a foretaste of glory the hidden future hints at thrills yet to be unveiled As one awaking from deep sleep you will know invigoration possibilities are at the end of favorable Questions that are asked if you squander in lazy unstructured thinking then you pass sentence on your Self and your life will be captured in mediocrity the idea is constantly be one who reassesses each Situation maybe there is a better way the pillars of society rest on the tried and true but not before They are tested why build inferior structures you want your work your life to inspire leave others Wondering how they did it this can only be after you have fought indifference much is won by just Committing to the lengths that it will take not how can I find a short cut that will prove to be Disheartening from that point your actions will conform to less and the first inroads to weakness And small living takes over you will hear yourself say if only I wish I had done it differently you have one Life invest it wisely it will be your legacy to all at a vital turn maybe your life will quicken someone else When they rethink your life avoiding disaster for them
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Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:04 PM UTC
Depths of knowing
Depths of knowing In this kaleidoscope of measurable thought with sight and sound surrounded in waters filling The mind outward and inward dimensions filling the skull what beholding how it is unfolding reams of Streaming ideas clash swirl ever deeper raw thinking plunges ever deeper in the place of wonder it all Swells and with just the right time that it takes to birth completeness human understanding ascends Against formidable odds expression pours forth in a torrent are we not the sum total of what we think Then let us mine the extreme the conscious active world can only raise to the level we appropriate in Private study no great accomplishments have ever come in any other way not all are all called to lead a Nation or pursue medical breakthroughs but our lives are privileged it’s not find the lowest level and Sink down no it is speculate about the stars lift yourself to unknown heights in this accessible quest You jettison limitations you get a foretaste of glory the hidden future hints at thrills yet to be unveiled As one awaking from deep sleep you will know invigoration possibilities are at the end of favorable Questions that are asked if you squander in lazy unstructured thinking then you pass sentence on your Self and your life will be captured in mediocrity the idea is constantly be one who reassesses each Situation maybe there is a better way the pillars of society rest on the tried and true but not before They are tested why build inferior structures you want your work your life to inspire leave others Wondering how they did it this can only be after you have fought indifference much is won by just Committing to the lengths that it will take not how can I find a short cut that will prove to be Disheartening from that point your actions will conform to less and the first inroads to weakness And small living takes over you will hear yourself say if only I wish I had done it differently you have one Life invest it wisely it will be your legacy to all at a vital turn maybe your life will quicken someone else When they rethink your life avoiding disaster for them
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Tulsa, OK named and claimed it then prophetically proclaimed it: Ken and Gloria invested slick, convincing, uncontested Pretty-boy preachers wowed the flock making Christ the laughing stock their best lives yielding heresies out-phariseeing Pharisees as if their western cowboy drawls could bless impulsive bank withdrawals. Unique to the US of A where truth is prophesied away and churches spring like tares and breed while tele-preachers intercede for breakthroughs, blessings, Mammon’s gold their folly long ago foretold in frenzied tones, the healing tongue counts dollars where Paul counted dung. I’m sure they all believe it’s true… they know it justifies fleecing you.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
It's OK: Best Lives Now !
Recovering from intensive Effective breakthroughs proven I’ve just drowned.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
Water Walks
Though Today’s path is uncharted, I’m not worried; being led by Love, shows that my trust is in the One, Who wanted a relationship started with me, before I actually knew Him and the sacrifice He had made. When I trust the plan and purpose geared for my Life, breakthroughs that I seek, will materialize by the very seeds of Faith I possess; with Him alone as my inner guide, my soul will soar and divinely fly as we journey together, each day; I’m no longer concerned about being lost or where I’m now headed, since He lovingly accompanies me on my way. . . . Author notes Inspired by: Heb 11:8 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Poem: Led By Love
Although I may be weak and weary at times, You gird my spirit with an inner strength. When reaching out to You in earnest prayer, I’ll always be within Your arm’s length. Please continue to enlighten me with truth, so I may better appreciate these victories that increase around my life, day after day - which are the result of communing with Thee. By my words, Godly deeds and humble prayers, I purpose to release my commitment unto You, knowing that I’m promised Your blessings and coming are these divine breakthroughs. O my Lord, thank You for empowering me! By faith, I claim my spiritual inheritance. As a child of yours, nothing can stand against me and I will rise above all, earthly circumstances. Author Notes: Loosely based on: 1 John 4:4 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
Poem: Faith To Meet Each Trial
So Far So Near Hearts Waiting Out The Years Soul Sense Reminds too Long  Winters Will Continue Countless  Dreams Disappear No Sign of Breakthroughs No Joke The Pain Soon Settles To Stay Tears Roll Then You Know Love Has Not Forgotten Hope Arrives With A Smile Sets Hearts On Fire Tears Roll Then You Know Love Has Not Forgotten Hope Arrives With A Smile Sets Your Heart On Fire Feel The Fire - Feel The Fire © Debra Lea Ryan 29.09.2024 ☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
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Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 8:10 AM UTC
Feel The Fire