Perhaps.. Our atoms were in the same vicinity when the universe was created; how lucky are we to, once again, cross paths. once again, To brush our atoms One against the other, feel the familiarity of "oh we've met before". The universe has fallen into place many times since I have glanced into your eyes Alas, he takes my breathe away.
And yet again I hear that familiar melody running through my ears. Beautiful and sorrowful it brings me tears. I close my eyes and take a listen, to the music that brings me to a whole new kingdom. But it's nothing special playing that music. It's just a piano that sounds so fantastic.
I would have taken the easy path But that would leave no room for glory I would have picked out a comfortable life But that isn't God’s kind of story
I would have followed a prettier road But missed the most beautiful way I would have clung to familiar things But lived out my days in the grey
I would have chosen what’s stable But grown cold, apathetic and bored I would have sought out earth’s riches But lost all that in heaven is stored
I would have liked more successes But not learned so quickly of grace I would have seen myself praised more But given up knowing God’s face
I would have tied all my loose ends But not known it’s He Who brings peace I would have wanted for happier times But traded a joy that can’t cease
I would have opted for normal But not tasted rare delicacies I would have preferred a man’s love But been robbed of Divine intimacy
He’s chosen for me the high road More jagged, more narrow and steep So now I must travel this difficult way Ever knowing it leads to the deep
Now I must choose to cherish His path And trust Him to walk with me there Now I must hasten to take up my cross The fellowship of His sufferings to share
For one day this life will be over And all my afflictions will end It is then I will see what all this is for In my Bridegroom, my Savior, my Friend
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." ~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Don't just make rhymes Express what is inside Darkness or light Who could know But Time.
I heard of a man who could not cry And so got old, cursed Heaven and Hades for not feeling A tear turn dry.
It was said that once he died His spirit explored the Earth Its dirt and he wanted to be a bird To sing of his life that did not know pain.
So a bird he became and as he sang His tale was not subscribed by the skies O beware of gadflies in disguise Devastated he realized that he felt pain It felt great He fell to the plains into a swoon Later his eyes grew wide Metempsychosis of the mind The owl a reflection he saw from up high.
That **** hurts. So many feelings stemming. Hurt, sadness, frustration. Im just trying to take care of my ****. Im doing my thing. Can I not relax? Can I not stop?
Forever on this hamster wheel called life; forever just a rat in a cage. Fatten me up for the snake. Get nice and familiar; comfortable. Before I disappear, look unto me. See what it is you are doing. Take a look at me. And then really take a good look at yourself.
a body filled with familiar dread you might say my body is already dead my head is said to be quite fretful took moments of quietude for granted; and now i’m constantly regretful
the restlessness of my emotions address my state of mind and the distressed thoughts run around my head like guerrilas they know they are running out of time my jittery heart runs rampant like a broken clock and my only wish is for all of this to stop
the apprehension creates a detonation a complete eradication of my elation because my body is filled with familiar dread and my body feels like it’s already dead
Hazy outlines familiar faces Echoes of familiar places Captured moments long forgotten Honesty in words unspoken A fleeting smile unguarded eyes Truth beneath the surface lies Pause a moment the masquerade Telling postures now displayed Rueful smiles and tired eyes A warm glance melts a mask of ice And as the frame fades away Smoke and mirrors back into play
I'm quite a fan of candid photography It is an art that is underrated in my opinion I have had the privilege of taking some beautiful, albeit inexpert, candid shots of my friends and family from time to time - And shall continue to do so whenever I have the opportunity!
(Edited "breaks through" to melts - credit to Phil Lindsey for the suggestion)
It's beginning... As my day matured into the tangerine sun. Familiar feelings effortlessly conjured as the same old tales were spun.
Some came in hues of marmalade Traces of citrus that left in haste. Initial sweetness on the palate that would fade Only making way for a bitter aftertaste.
A few were wrapped in tints of ******. A jolt-like sensation that spoke... Intense and unmistakable in nature. Like glowing embers engulfed in latent flames and smoke.
Several bore the colours and scent of marigold Boasting of orange petals whimsically waving to the clouds... Whispering hints of rumours from days of old, Days of when mine was the only silent face in a boisterous crowd.
The ones forged in bronze were few and hardly said. Like the only compelling excerpt embedded within infinite chapters. Hidden words in plain sight strung together boldly in red. Rubies cast carelessly in the swiftest of rivers...
It is beginning...** The end of today as the sun grew redder... I'd bide the sands of time as it slips away into forever...
**** men burning their bay leaves in pots of static gardens underneath all this cement your past is looking at you indecently so change the words around you you can shift their meaning its all a game and no-one's winning your tired emotions accent your poetry umbrellas are scars that carry symphonies in their hearts you held my hand as we welcomed god back into our skylines her face is as familiar as the stars we originated from with ulcers open in quiet hurting your youth are wordless and distrustful of angst ridden authority in unsuspecting situations love’s vacation is ending her wedding gown got quite ***** since she literally spent her entire honeymoon wandering idly into banks of muddy water humanity is worthy of justice and sweaty romance i breathe your flesh into my bottle and we take boundless walks upon the clouds that straddle mountains, graveyards and cemeteries fresh from wading in the rice fields i peeled you a ripe banana under pressure your sweater came off and revealed a perfect metric for us to emulate your eye sockets are two umbilical chords and your voice is a curved sword that cuts through fear like the moon slices through the sky i have held all of this inside for far too long and now it comes shattering forth spilling itself over every page every letter an escapade almost as long as an Eskimo's parade
i had a dream i was flying in the arms of this grande old kite and we drifted through canyons and across flowered fields over endless pastures and restless seas
i looked down somewhere near the haldimand half-point and saw friends and patrons smiling while the busy keepers of oasis were singing and loosening their vowels
familiar faces were everywhere and it was warm and serene they were charting courses and building dreams laying praise untarnished by imposing views and as much as i tried i couldn’t express my gratitude
when i woke i was lying with an angel at my back whose eyes were wide and blue and her words came crystal clear; kindness will not be sold
and as i turned to reach her hand the rain had gathered and washed away a stain