About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.
It must be Nova Scotia; only there
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my distress
And not to leave me succorless.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
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What's your deal with patterns of old?
Have you not learned anything from what you’ve been told?
We compensate happiness for assets and money.
Outcomes synonymous with the feelings we get when we're lonely.
You told me to trust you and look where that got me,
Empty and forsaken, full of bitter, full of hopelessness and rotted dreams.
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Trust once stood,firm and tall,
a quiet tower,shielding all.
But cracks appeared, unseen unheard,
betrayal whispered its quiet word.
What is a bond,if fragile,weak,
a promise broken when none speak?
The hands that held now hesitate,
once open paths close their gates.
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Distractions feel good, that's why they're distracting.
When are you going to trade the temporary for the everlasting?
I dwell on mountain tops, but I come from rock bottom.
I've been cut and I've been broken with plans for no tomorrow.
While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice in my head.
It didn't come from this world, nor did it deduce rightful dread.
While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice from within.
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We desire compensation because the world lacks the Lord's love.
Humans are designed to love unconditionally,
But the world has put a condition on everything.
Purpose isn’t to be fulfilled; it’s to be pursued.
Too often, we ask God to take the wheel,
But little do we realize, that God already paved the roads for us to travel.
Tuesday 14 May 2024
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What's your deal with patterns of old?
Have you not learned anything from what you’ve been told?
We compensate happiness for assets and money.
Outcomes synonymous with the feelings we get when we're lonely.
You told me to trust you and look where that got me,
Empty and forsaken, full of bitter, full of hopelessness and rotted dreams.
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The Storm
It’s storming outside this house I’m in ,
I’m scared to look outside and see the damage ,
I can feel the pouring in from the roof ,
The wood is wet and the last fire burnt out ,
It’s getting so cold and it’s hard to breath,
I can’t believe the sun was shining yesterday,
Now today the only light I see is a dim candle ,
I hear the winds knocking on the fragile door ,
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