Had a deja vu of this prose after writing it. A strange muse.
Reaching in I took it out
Carefully, while it continues its
Steady beating
I watched as it pulsated
Like clockwork, so sure and steadfast
Yet it could not feel
No recollections of when or how
It had begun, this resurrection embraced
In its impenetrable shell
May be for better, or perhaps
For worse; but bearable for the
Unmoved solace it brings.
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Between human subjectivity
And absolute knowledge
Lies the ideal state of mind
Where I long to linger
Yet cannot reside.
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A bout of tumultuous thoughts descended as I turned on my machine to work, and what should greet me but today’s message from ODB. The title brings me back to sweet renditions of that familiar hymn and reminders of a warm embrace.
He never fails to remind me
Yet sometimes I feel
Underserving to receive
What He gives and fulfils
Yet I need it now, my Lord
Even more so than ever
I fear I cannot see the light
That I’ll stumble on forever
So be with me right now
As I descend again and fall
Let Your graciousness prevail
And see me through it all.
Just a random thought: 😉
I’d rather have a
Million little happy things
Than one hefty one.
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I thought I chose love
When I let go of
Beliefs, so you can be
Here with me
I thought I chose love
When I changed into
What I hope is better
Than what was me
I thought I chose love
When you showed me
It took more than love
For love to live
Yet
It was love that chose me.
It must have begun with those diaries
Which I very diligently wrote
To preserve eventful memories
Of things I’d seen or spoke
Then one fateful day I penned
That commended page of description
That virgin masterpiece that gave
My spine a thrilling sensation
I guess I never forgot
That first taste of writer’s success
When it rekindled in later years of youth
There was no more turning back
I didn’t realise yet this was my gift
Until it was by chance
Someone needed a copywrite
And so my career begun
It did not start out easy
But I was happy just to write
To see the words form on each page
From all those thoughts inside
The more I wrote the deeper I loved
I guess I developed some knack
Till it’s now a delirious addiction
But I think I’m on the right track.
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On aging I observe
Some people just never
Grow up while others
Mature before their time
I’d like to grow wiser
In thoughts and actions
While I attempt to destroy
My wrinkles by annihilation
Yet as I try to age
Gracefully through the years
I get bombarded by
Juvenility that appears
In latest pop hits and fashion styles
They attack my aging cells
Till I become unrecognizable of age
Which is actually pretty swell.
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To be a better person
Touching lives
Walk out in the streets
All in my stride
To face the world braver
Whatever that meets my eyes
And never to look back
On regrettable lies
To believe more in myself
And the things I can do
By the power of my words
For all things true.
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Such intensity was, and I suspect still is, this.
If words could burn, I think they would with a purest light of the brightest flame.
Her fingers move slowly on
Faded words from a faded memory
Feeling the blunt searing pain
Seep into her heart again
How can it still hurt
After so long
Such a brief moment –
How is it so strong
She knows the road
That they’ll take her down
The world she now lives
Word by word they tear down
Of reading, ravishing and
Making whole
With his eyes, his words and
His bare soul.
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