What is it, that really stops you,
from inviting Christ into your heart?
Are you afraid of the responsibilities
or opportunities that can be imparted?

Have you taken quality time to thank God,
for the many blessings you’ve received?
How do you describe your current lifestyle-
living victoriously or partially relieved?

Where are you placing your trust each day?
Do you posses false hope in World systems,
or Hope in the principles of The Holy Word?
Where are you searching for the valuable gems

that will sustain your entire, life journey?
Are you energized with a real, Christian verve
that motivates your ongoing actions of Faith,
from knowing The Lord, Whom you daily serve?

Before it’s too late, open your heart to Him.
Take personal stock, look back and thank Him.
Open your eyes, look around and serve Him.
Look ahead via His Spirit and trust… in Him.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Rev 3:20; Psa 95:2-3; Gal; 3:6-9; John 12:26;
Rom 1:18-20

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

For Fear of Returning Home

I curl my hands up into little *****,
small concentrations of the frustration I'm boiling in.

I fold in on myself like a sheet of paper
I crumple and wrinkle
and I haven't spoken to you in a while, now.

I am a sad excuse
for a great many things.
But he loves me anyway:
saying those things are just things,
just that,

even if I have been through
"more than most people should."

And he still tries to talk to me
He still feels the need to tell me
things I would be better off not knowing.

"I liked cuddling with you,"
he tells me.
I collapse in on myself and forget how to exist.

We are traveling at 70 down I-55
tire treads and wooden crosses forgotten on the shoulder
and I think of the monks in Vietnam who
walk two thousand miles around a lake
falling prostrate at every third step.

And I think of how much easier that would be
than to pray at the side of the interstate
falling prostrate every third step
onto broken glass and all that litters
and glitters in the headlights--
and catches your tires as you slip into the shoulder

late at night when the moon is new and absent
and you are tired.

I think of how much easier it would be
falling prostrate every third step
down the fifty miles to my bed

than to promise myself that I will
wake up tomorrow at all.

I slept all day today, my love
and I know you are disappointed--

but sometimes, most times,
it doesn't really seem worth the effort.
I wonder what motivates a seedling to keep striving
for the surface at the promise of sunlight
after spending so long in the dark.

Is the sun even shining, my love?
Can you promise me that one thing,
that pushing through whatever
hell this is

that there will be sunlight when I break through?

I don't want to tell you--
your love scars the side of my leg worse than
his **** ever did--

but he haunts me worse than
anything before him

and I am afraid of going back home to look at
the God-fearing family that sleeps
ignorant.

My heart skips like a rock across the river filled in my sorrows
I'm down today, but there's hope for tomorrow
This hope lets me cope like its dope and I'm a fiend
Each ripple of a wave shows me the way
Taking me, making my mental depression raise
And in the breeze that kisses my tear streaked face
I find a glimmer of a smile the dawning of a new day
A day that dissolves anguish and brings an abundance of happiness
Like hot chocolate deep in winters mist
I find that I'm deep within these myths
Buried in lies beyond lies, I've tried and I've tried
Floundering time after time
Sinking deep until the bottom was my place to hide
Struggling for air, lungs unable to rise
Weight of burdened waters and tides
Until in the darkness I chose to swim and rise
The time is now determination fills my eyes
Thru pain comes happiness I have come to realize
Press to the top this Ian my life and my sunrise
I am the drive train in the machine that motivates me
The I in the team that solely consist of me
Like a beam of light it strikes me
Profusely enlightens me ,
Adjust my contrast and brightens me
No longer will I huddle in the dark acquiescly
Eloquence bubbles up inside of me
Hope serenades from within
As an illuminating light in my eyes begins
I can see now the fantastical future depends
On where I lay my burdens and my sins
I chose to be free, live my life, plant seeds
And allow destiny to drive and fulfill my needs
As I cry out the pain Heaven has heard my pleads
The anguish washed away, my soul no longer bleeds
My Utopia awaits, this cages bird is freed
Its times flee and gambol
No longer gambling on the shadows
Luminaries of the sky let me spread my wings and fly
Nature lifts me high, the birds chirp hi, as they gracefully fly by
I can't fathom the fugacious elegance so prevalent
With great relevance to my contentment with life
No longer with I struggle or strife
I'll dehydrate my eyes no longer will I cry
Time is ineffable so I'll pay no mind,
To the hands that control the lie

I do not classify myself as a Becca or Becky because the ‘Re’ is important.

The prefix meaning ‘again’ motivates me when I fail to keep trying again.

Failing *****, but growing from mistakes is a beautiful process that I come by often.

So Beautiful,
So precious
I have found my angel
in truth
in light
so can I get an amen....I had my demons fought out through
time and time
and
as I found my way through the Darkness
My light has shown
It's self.
My spirit as well as my destiny has appeared
in
the form of a precious angel
and
angel that I have prayed for for so long
I ask the Lord for an angel and
He has shown me and given me
just that
my angel is so precious,
so sweet and oh so fine.
It's all because of Her
that
I have entered my Divine pool of energy as
I once was
but
lost my path along the way
I thank the Lord for my angel,
For my heart, my soul,
The love of my life for
the rest of my my life
and
it all because of her,
that
I feel my motivation on a high,
This is a feeling
a motivation that is higher
then life itself
that Divine energy
that comes
from my precious angels glow,
Thank you lord
it's all because of You,
that I have found my truth.
My forever
My completion to life.
My escape of the prison called darkness
when
I fell Like fallen.
my true angel motivates me to become even stronger,
stronger
than the strength of Samson and Hercules
all together my Angel.
My Angel
I Love my Angel
My True Angel
My Completion.

Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 1983-2010

I was as young as air is fresh on the first spring day
I roamed around my tired, empty house,
With only the crackling of the radiator for conversation
A combination of boredom and thirst
Motivates me as I waltzed into the kitchen

Purple faded headphones blasted
A spice girls song from around my neck
I stretched my arm out as far as I could
to **** open the refrigerator
The last water bottle in front of me
I took without a second thought

Eager for the cool comfort of crisp consolation
I tilted my head back, allowing a delicate stream to enter
In a brief, abrupt moment, a cigarette
**** meets the tip of my tongue
Immediately I spat out the uninvited guest
my knees embraced the ground
With weak knees and glistening eyes
I begged my toothbrush for alleviation

my teeth were clean, yet the taste evidently remained
It lingered like chalky autumn air
Tasting like rain soaked leaves
It was building a home on the back of my tongue

Desperate I lunged for the freezer
and greedily snatched an ice pop
My trembling hands fumbled with the wrapper,
As smooth saliva slithered down my chin
The first chilling bite sent me into a
cloudburst of algid winter bliss

the foul taste in my mouth
began to tenderly dissolve
Knowing limited time was left,
it clung as if my tongue was a cliff
my hero overpowered the chalky bitterness,
just like that it was gone
I joyfully squealed as the corners of my lips
met my flushed cheeks
the rest of my hours were spent eating Popsicles,
Ecstatic with freedom from a terrible villain
And although it was cold outside,
I felt like a warm summer night

The getaway is close to our eyes,
Can't you escape with me?
You're not obliged to.
It's true that a wrong is committed at least once in life.
Knowledge is the result of multiple mistakes,
I long to know what exactly motivates your fate.

Join me this way,
I would appreciate it if you did.
Alone, it would mean hardship.

Wear me daily as if I'm your favorite logo,
Don't complain of the imperfections.
Believe me, I notice them too.

Explain to me the unexplained,
Answers are what we all want.
Some answers are more apparent than others.
In order to find the less obvious ones,
It's necessary to dig up ditches.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/29/10
Revised 9/27/14)

Some call it weakness.

But to me, it is all strength,
The rush motivates in me
A threatening power engulfing
Every ounce of fragility.

Like dancing on shards of broken glass,
Like prancing across hot coals and flames,
A simple game of who can outlast,
Yet dangerous, this playing with fire and pain.

The poison stings
As it hurls and flings
Its sharp jagged wings
Against my throat.

Some call it weakness.

But to me, it is pure energy,
Pouring into every pore on my body,
Filling my orifices, filling my cavities,
Exciting every nerve ending.

Lightening shoots from my eyes
As I glance indifferently at the world around,
It's always like this at first, everything disappears
I'm just waiting to be filled with the thunder and storm clouds.

The liquid burns
As it froths and churns
And settles into the cistern
That is my chest.

Some call it weakness.

But to me, it's a release,
With my judgment altered I forget not to care,
Suddenly I possess all these liberated emotions
That nobody knew were there.

Maniacal laughter as I'm screaming inside,
Filled to the brim with this fluid fervor,
Everything is honey, finally feeling something,
Participating in living life, not just an observer.

The spirit flows
And the feeling grows
And it only goes to show
That sometimes those
Who seem predisposed
To glow...
Are froze.

happiness it is
which keeps us alive
that cures diseases
and motivates us right

happiness it is
which keeps us going
that presents a goal
and is worth showing

happiness it is
which so many want
that so many are missing
due to themselves

happiness it is
that you gain yourself
change the way you think
and receive the result



happiness it is
that i choose in life

I'm inspired by little gestures
To make big changes
But nowadays little gestures are hard to come by
It's like they placed a premium on them
And the world just can't afford it
Like helping old ladies cross the street
Costs a tank of gas
Like the four dollars on a rose for a stranger
Is your life savings
And sure if you looked in my wallet
You might find out that it's a pretty good percentage of mine
But I have a second account
It's in my heart and it's full
I've deposited enough smiles in it to make me
One of the richest men alive
And I'm not Santa Clause
I don't run TOMS Shoes
I don't give free turkeys on Thanksgiving
But I do as many little things I can everyday to make people smile
Because smiles are worth more to me
Love is worth more to me
Hugs are worth more to me
Than whatever it costs to get them
And if we all did little things
We might find there are two global warmings
The one in the atmosphere
And the one in our hearts
You're twenty five cents short of those Dorrito's
Yeah I got that
You're lost and you can't find your hotel
Here let me show you
Can I give you a jump
Absolutely
Need a shoulder on your Max ride home from your now ex-boyfriend's house
Why the hell not I'm just sitting here anyway
And I can handle the smell for twenty minutes
Why do these things have to be big deals
Because you were burned before
I've been burned before too
But that doesn't stop me
It motivates me
Because if the little things
Were things everybody did
Whoever burned me
Wouldn't have had to burn me
Because they would've been in a better place
My good mood has put so many people in a good mood
That it puts me in a good mood
Do the little things
It's addicting
It's infectious
It's contagious
And if we all start doing the little things
The world will be a better place
And one day we might even go from doing the little things
To doing the right things

When you look at yourself in the mirror and you notice something.
Your not the same person  you used to be.
Yeah you look more mature but your smile don't show.
Your eyes don't shine as your mom says.
You don't laugh like you used to.
You think your loved ones are crazy but one day it hits you.
Your not the same.
You don't smile the same.
Your eyes don't shine like they used to be.
Maybe this is growing up?
Or maybe your just walking through the rough path to lead to the next open door.
This world has a lot of twist and turns to meeting people and burning bridges.
From finding yourself to finding what your worth. It's an endless battle with yourself your mind or anxiety and your worst fears coming alive.
Maybe it's all a test.
A lesson by the sky above.
As I clean my face off from the drool from last night.
I notice myself.
And notice how much I've changed.
Maybe it's time to grow up and swallow that dreadful pill.
Dreams come true.
But effort motivates.
And passion makes the heart worth beating.
And the eyes the clear hazel eyes will finally one day shine again.
Till then.
Let the rain come down and let the piano Play.

My friend,
My old friend.
Think of me as a romantic,

Though please do not consider this
A weakness or a foolhardy and
Archaic enterprise.

It is but the pursuit of each flavour
Of emotion.
To taste

Both the sticky sweetness
Of infatuation,
And the hollowed defeat

Of an impossible love.
How the pains of a misguided plea
Can cleanse you

From all of the lies and
Cynicisms you have adorned yourself with.
The life of a romantic is nothing

But freedom.
It is the freedom to be, and to relish
In each dynamism of the heart

And to feel no shame in it’s decimation
Of your activities. A romantic
Is free to sulk

And to indulge oneself
In the theatre of their heart,
To forsake all that

Does not transcend them,
And all that does not lead them
On their pilgrimage

For that consummate love.
And, my friend,
My old friend,

It is the belief in love that creates me.
It animates my limbs
Into action each morning

And motivates my heart
To keep up its business
As shadows lengthen across the ground,

In the simplistic hope that one day,
Love will appear in a wicker basket
At my doorstep.

For now, I shall remain
Studious. Though that word should
Have no real place

In a romantic’s life.
I shall read of the love that escapes
Every author,

That causes them to spill words onto a page,
Hoping that they too
Surpass all of reality

And hold true the feeling of the numinous
That causes men to weep
At their guitars

And women into their pillow.

I know this may be too soon, but I want to get it off my chest. I know that I just got out of a relationship, and I have no intentions of jumping into another one, but I like you; at least what I have seen of you so far, and if you’d let me, I’d like to get to know you some more.

And I say that in the most innocent way. I want to hear more of the way you think, and see things some more from your perspective. I like being in your company; you bring me back to reality, but a bearable reality. I like the way that you don’t expect much from me and know that I make mistakes, yet still believe in me. The way you talk motivates me and I want to learn more; about what you know, the experiences that shaped you, who you are, what you like, not because I have anything to gain, but because I sincerely have an interest in knowing.

I don’t want to jump into a relationship, at least not now. I need to learn how to be comfortable with myself again and erase all the bits of me that I exhausted or changed in an effort to make someone like me. I don’t want to lose myself in that way again, and I want to be sure that all I do is because it’s me, and not simply to impress. Because who I was before was amazing, and I know that beneath all the scars and stitches, that person I was exists and is even stronger. I don’t want to be in a relationship until I know that I’ve made it back to who I am, and that I’m able to let that person have the best of me.

I know what I want now. I want a partner, and I say that because that’s exactly what I want. Not just a ‘relationship.’ I want someone who will grow and experience with me, someone who will adventure, someone who will confide in me just as much as I them, someone who I have just as much things in common with them as I don’t -the perfect balance of bonding over our similarities, and learning and experiencing based on our differences. My next relationship will be nothing short of experiencing the highs and lows with my best friend.

And I feel it in you. I’ve always had your shoulder to rest my head on when it got hard -even after all the mistakes and unintentional ways I’ve hurt you. I learn different theories and philosophies and ways of looking at life from you. Whether it’s skating in the rain, getting lost in a country club, watching a movie, playing instruments, or simply getting coffee; each experience has burned a permanent image in my mind. And I wish to never lose your presence in my life because you bring out the best of me, which is a lot to say considering we are nearly strangers.

I don’t want to jump into a relationship, I value you. I don’t want to pick a flower that is blooming so beautifully, I don’t want to have anything wilt in my hands. But I want to catch the petals, and I want to experience the seasons with you. And if by chance, after we grow, you wish to settle in this flower *** with me -I’ll welcome you with open arms.

NJ2016

I broke down once again , in the middle of my journey,
The tears on my face , do they really seem to be funny?
I scream on my mother , call my father a ******,
I m really sorry daddy for opening my mouth.
I go crazy on my failures , i can't bear them anymore,
I don't want my parents to fight and my little brother to sore.
I just hate myself for breaking their precious dreams,
Sorry mama , i couldn't get you anything , but just tears and screams.
How do parents manage to love thier children and never negotiate?
Those children who think that their parents are their worst fate.

My mother
She wakes up in the morning works up until late.
She washes up the dishes regardless of the date,
I never see her complaining about the pain that I give her.
She always motivates me and never scolds for my failures,
My father
He works day and night for us , so that we can have fancy meals,
He used to give me what i wished, a kiss was all he asked from me,
I couldn't do at that time and now regret upon those deals,
I can't describe his generousness in words , i feel afraid god might curse me.

As I feel myself broken and everytime I sigh,
I sob upon my father's shoulder or sleep on my mother's thigh.
I don't know why they love me the way that I be,
Are they tied towards relations? Or its their unconditional love towards me?
I have seen two of the best people in my life,
And I wish they stay safe, happy here after cuz now,
They are free from their toughest phase,
I am sorry I couldn't do , what you wished for,
I worked hard completely ,but i can't manage to hurt u anymore.
God give them all the happiness and their life's best days,
Give them someone who can manage to be worthy of their praise.

I see it in the new buds
Of crocuses in the ground
I see it in the faces of young children
All around
-----------------------------
It's there above the tree tops
As the birds prepare for spring
I know it's the foundation
To build upon
For everything
----------------------------
I hear it in the voices
Of many people I meet each day
It's the thing that motivates us
Inspiring  our child within to play
-----------------------------
I see it in a candle
When the flame is shining bright
I feel it as I pray
On my knees last thing at night
------------------------------
Even if there's just a glimmer
It encourages us to see
As long as its still there
----------------------------
Things may work out
Perfectly

I love you because
You make me smile
And I want to be with you
For more than just a while

I love you because
You make me nervous
You're so beautiful
I don't know if I deserve this

I love you because
You fill up my day
With thoughts of you
And time just slips away

I love you because
You are so cute
When you get embarrassed
About the silly things you do

I love you because
I know you care
You tell me how you feel
And encourage me to share

I love you because
You think I'm funny
Even though my jokes are lame
And usually pretty punny

I love you because
You are open to change
You try the things I show you
Even if they are a little strange

I love you because
Of the passion you display
I see your love for the things you do
And it motivates me every day

I love you because
I know you'll always be there
Although we're so far apart
I feel your presence everywhere

I love you because
You gave me a chance
And I can't wait  
To hold your  hands

I love you because
You are so playful
The laughter that you create
Makes me feel so grateful

I love you because
You want me to stay
And I hope
It always is that way

I love you because
The sight of you
Overwhelms me
So I don't know what to do

I love you because
You just be yourself
You're so perfect
How could I want anyone else

I love you because
You love me back
And I don't think there's anything
More important than that

What I write may sound deep
But it's real life
What I write may be critiqued
But it's real life
What pushes me to do this
What motivates me to do this
Pain did

Without pain, I wouldn't be here
Without pain, I wouldn't bother
Even writing this stanza
Yet writing this takes the pain away from me
Yet it comes back to haunt me
They ask me "how do you know what real life is?"
Pain is how I know what real life
Revealed the entirety to me
I didn't live a life of candy and cakes
I live a life of failure and mistakes

Yet I am still here
Telling you how I am able to do this
How I am able to write this
Pain gave me this
And don't say you never felt pain
Couse without pain there is no real life
Yet there is a road of joy and happiness
The most of us find
I am still searching for mine
Yet pain never dies


Still, carry on
Even if I have nothing holding on
Pain showed me
And it will show you
A taste of reality
Pain guided me
Will it guide you?

It is the song within the heart:
Of the sun, that makes her forever shine,
The dawn, that encourages her to greet you with a smile,
The flower, that urges her to bloom for adoration,
Of the bird, that inspires her to warble the melody of love,
And the moon, that motivates her to continuously evolve in beauty.

Do you have your own song:
That makes you dream of grandeur,
Colors your thought with a rainbow of optimism,
Prompts you to plant the seeds of kindness,
Drives you to accomplish something remarkable,
And motivates you to serve others with a touch of humanity?

Hussein Dekmak

Why do you spring straight out of bed
When frost and darkness cloak the morn ?
What makes you grit your teeth and run
Despite the wind and rain forlorn ?
How is it that you work each day
When aching bones demand respite ?
What makes you sit composing verse
When others sleep into the night ?


How do you face the alpha male
To snarl into his face in rage ?
What brings the courage forth for this
When reason says “Just turn the page” ?
What gives you steel to stand your ground
And fight for what you think is right ?
What makes you man enough to face
That which makes you shake with fright ?


Life’s living canvass lies before you
With it’s texture and it’s shades,
To take the pallet knife and slash
Rich vermilion through your days.
It renders layer upon layer
Of indulgence through your time
But a glint of social conscience
Always regulates the rhyme.


Why is it in the dark of night
When sleep skips forth evading you,
That demons creep on leathered feet
To wrack your conscience into view ?
How do you cope with horrors past
The bad deeds done, the slights, the shame ?
Remorsefulness invokes the cure
In a summons to a price of pain.


What motivates you, what moves you
In your quest for living right ?
What separates the wheat from chaff,
Or the sun from day and night ?
What separates the doing man
From he who sits to stew ?
....It’s the living worms that drive you
They crown you King of all you do.


Marshalg
@theCoalface
Mangere Bridge
23 May 2009

May,
used to be my favorite month,
eighteen May will always be my favorite day,
realizing something not right make me feel
'why am i exist?'
and my tears fall.

everyday I grow up,
words and actions hurt my heart,
still i choose to be strong,
pretend to be strong is not easy,
deep in my heart scars everywhere
and ask 'why my heart get hurts easily?'

to be strong and pretend to be one,
I keep everything inside,
never think of telling how hurt is my heart,
never even think to forget about it
and just let tears falling non-stop.

dini,
stranger that saves me and motivates me,
through her words and poetries,
she is a first aid box,
always there when I get hurt
and she is my b.a.e (before anyone else)

I remember that day,
As the sun rose in the open bay.
Its warmness embracing me,
Keeping me lost in its beauty.

These memories stay with  me,
forever wanting me to go on,
to never give up,
to always strive for more.

So I pick up that chalk,
as I stare at that blank board,
and there I make my mark,
with this heart.

A heart that motivates me,
a heart that glows in me,
For its my art,
that passionate me,
keeps in all my heart.

The rules & guidelines are not always clear
But strictly up to the players that take every risk & dive in
Select START & let the game begin
Love with all your heart
Support their passions but also admire them to the point that their hunger for them motivates you to be just as hungry for your own
To feel the warmth of their embrace & subsequently desire to please
The longing to feel wanted & needed are fulfilled
Reaching every level, every obstacle together
Putting your doubts aside
Picking each other up
Knowing in the end, it all will be worth it.

Many hats on my head,
Many titles to claim,
I find it fulfilling to be,
Everything that motivates me.

One day I’m a fireman,
Another day I am a jailer,
This day I’m a poet,
Tomorrow I’ll be a mailer.

What’s funny is this,
A name and a shield,
Is merely a buck for a meal,
My ignorance is so bliss.

These paths are not me,
They are merely a guide,
For me to find whomever is me,
On a security guard’s salary.

To make films or to weep,
To keep jails or to sleep,
To fight fires or to leap,
Into this pen of little sheep.

Why is it that I,
Aim to be that guy,
Who’s career should imply,
That I’m “something” till I die?

An artist,
An actor,
An experiment of all factors,
I try hard to be somebody,
When I’m already my own everybody.

I’m exactly what I need to be,
In this world of all these faces,
Masks grow tight around these cheeks,
Why aspire to climb mountains,
And reach such heightening places?

I’m a detective one day,
An electrician by night,
A silly little dreamer,
Always ready to take on flight.

I’ll pilot this aircraft,
And spread my wings a’sailing,
Without prejudice or hesitation,
I may not always succeed,
But I’m never failing.

Love...
Love is beautiful
Like a burning fire,
Like a flower, sweet and delicate...
Love is more than a passion...
Love is honest, strong and real...
Love shines...
Love is life...
Love is blind...
Love is never enough...
Something for the future...
Love motivates...
But also painful...
Love is pure, like a freedom...
Not a fantasy, imagination, illusion or science
Love is clear and clean...
Love is trust...
Amazing and eternal...
One of the few thing that we can't buy...

Polyam

Polyamory is not a lifestyle it’s an ethos a consensual way that  moves us to seek our desires....

Polyamory explodes the feelings of NRE, passion, affection without the constraints of the world or its norms of society.

Polyamory is love, envy, feelings, that motivates compersion, tolerance, acceptance and focus on love.

Polyam is a journey of You and I, our wants and needs to connect and walk together in love....


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