More, again,
Persistent mess,
Human walls
Put up against…
My way, yours,
In between -
Resolution’s
Rarely clean.
More, again,
Left behind,
Dirty remnants
Over time…
My scars, yours,
Unforgotten –
Conflict all
Along begotten.
More, again,
Much undesired,
Peace remains
Though uninspired…
My soul, yours,
The one escape -
A world away
For which we wait.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
MATTERS
It no longer matters,
The how or the why,
The fault of whom,
The wasted time,
Nor does it seem
To matter now
The sum of damage
Too profound…
The only thing
That I can see
That makes a difference
Is that we
Don’t allow it to matter,
The how or the why,
The fault of whom,
The wasted time,
The fear we hide.
The how or the why,
The fault of whom,
The wasted time,
Nor does it seem
To matter now
The sum of damage
Too profound…
The only thing
That I can see
That makes a difference
Is that we
Don’t allow it to matter,
The how or the why,
The fault of whom,
The wasted time,
The fear we hide.
Friday, February 5, 2010
ILLUSION
ALL CONTROL IS ILLUSION
YOU HAVE NO CONTROL
THERE IS NO CONTROLLING THE OUTCOMES
CONTROL IS LOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE
YOU ONLY THINK YOU CONTROL
BUT YOU DON'T, IT IS A LIE
YOU HAVE BELIEVED A LIE
IF YOU THINK YOU ARE IN CONTROL
OF
A N Y T H I N G
A T
A L L
YOU HAVE NO CONTROL
THERE IS NO CONTROLLING THE OUTCOMES
CONTROL IS LOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE
YOU ONLY THINK YOU CONTROL
BUT YOU DON'T, IT IS A LIE
YOU HAVE BELIEVED A LIE
IF YOU THINK YOU ARE IN CONTROL
OF
A N Y T H I N G
A T
A L L
Half-Hearted
Here's the thing that keeps striking me solidly,
Over and over again as I grow and observe,
Striving to be the spiritual me,
The one that knows and honors truth,
And not the her that constantly lusts
For things to feed her self,
Just to feed her desires,
To fill the gaping hole that He left
On purpose so that He and only He
Could come and fill it with His Spirit.
Here's the thing I mention because of its nature,
Subtle and insidious, begging common practice
While posing as benign status quo,
Affecting our every decision and motive,
Governing our conscientious lifestyle,
And that is the amount of our heart
That is invested in God's will for us,
And the resulting amount of LIFE that we
Devote to His calling and give to Him
Sacrificially with no expectation save His pleasure.
Are you whole-heartedly His, with every fiber
Of your being guided by His hand and
Seeking His truth for us who He created
With purpose, not to please our selfs
But to please Him and thus each other,
Bathed in truth and light and love to
Shine on the world altruistic intent,
Seeking better for us all with no regard
For satisfying lusts that leave hungry the
Gaping soul that can only be filled as
We learn not to be HALF-HEARTED.
Over and over again as I grow and observe,
Striving to be the spiritual me,
The one that knows and honors truth,
And not the her that constantly lusts
For things to feed her self,
Just to feed her desires,
To fill the gaping hole that He left
On purpose so that He and only He
Could come and fill it with His Spirit.
Here's the thing I mention because of its nature,
Subtle and insidious, begging common practice
While posing as benign status quo,
Affecting our every decision and motive,
Governing our conscientious lifestyle,
And that is the amount of our heart
That is invested in God's will for us,
And the resulting amount of LIFE that we
Devote to His calling and give to Him
Sacrificially with no expectation save His pleasure.
Are you whole-heartedly His, with every fiber
Of your being guided by His hand and
Seeking His truth for us who He created
With purpose, not to please our selfs
But to please Him and thus each other,
Bathed in truth and light and love to
Shine on the world altruistic intent,
Seeking better for us all with no regard
For satisfying lusts that leave hungry the
Gaping soul that can only be filled as
We learn not to be HALF-HEARTED.
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