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e enjte, 28 prill 2011
one year.. one whole year. 12 full months. man.. i just want to say im not as strong as i think i am. i need challenge in my life. i hate regimentation. and i have poor discipline. next 10 month resolution? swear less, think less, complain less. frown less, scold less. smile more, laugh more, love more,count my blessings,
this roller coaster of emotions. tells me im too attached to he things of this world. abandon and surrender.
abondon and surrender
Signed Off @7:57 p.d.
e premte, 4 mars 2011
oh
Im pressed but not crushed
persecuted not abandoned
struck down
but
not
Destroyed
It takes perspective
in the light of eternity
where a thousand days on earth is a day in His courts
What is
1 year 10 months
it's really only equivalent to 3.00pm to 3.07pm in His courts
So hold up
all the anger and bitterness is killing me from the inside
The boy with clenched fists is releasing it slowly
through disciple and meditation
he will, be completely at peace
and the lines on his hands slowly disappear
Signed Off @8:13 p.d.
e diel, 27 shkurt 2011
O My Soul...
O My Heart
If only it was not ripped apart.
Take away take away
away with this world, with it's trades
Shut up
be still, what was given to me
merely was taken back
quit complaining
When that man saw
sawed off all the wires and strings
he had no choice
Whatever you're doing,
inside of me
It feels like chaos, somehow theres peace
It's hard to surrender, to what I cant see
but I'm givin in to something heavenly (Sanctus Real)
Signed Off @7:10 p.d.
e shtunë, 26 shkurt 2011
crave and rave for the sinking ship
loaded with bricks upon boring bricks
when its gone, its never coming back
fact... dont hold back
lose your grip, control and even
your sanity.
to spin in deeper into a surrendered, surrenderee.
a surrendered, surrenderee.
so pull up the anchor.
full steam ahead!
a new uncovetedwaters await!
Signed Off @4:46 p.d.
e martë, 22 shkurt 2011
insatiable desire leads to lead
heavy and black.
just as a hunter hunts for survival
the animalistic longing for more. to survive. survival, not denial.
so that desire conceived and born again. a haughty fruit with unlimited persuasive power. you seal your heart to it? will you? will me? will I?
yet it was not
to be... the mighty holy hand. .. rescued me
Signed Off @10:58 m.d.
e hënë, 21 shkurt 2011
its the dawn of something new
where the old has gone
where my sin forgone
the loss of hope
replaced by an eternal hope
time cannot encapsulate
somthings simply cant emulate
how blessed i am
to have been tried n tested
to refine n define.
so u may not understand. the runaway mind needs a place to rest.
to fall in love once again
Signed Off @6:56 m.d.
let the hungry hunger no more
all that was and has been
the tears fears angered heart
fighting, struggling scratching.
rapping and tapping of the impatient mind
unable to let nature do it's kind
Drink down the cup
the steel plated cup thats rusted inside
is only an opposite resemblence of what the drinker is
a steel given heart yet lets his shell ebb away in a grotesque fashion
containing the crystal clear
the remains of a lasts man's hopes and fears
peering down into those wavy dancers
it's all in his head
it's all in his head
What is worth. has lost its worth
the castle has been torn down
the prestiege, cracked and stained
there came those clinking
of steely parts they galloped in. Asking "When will THIS CASTLE BE CLEAN"
The king stoop up, looked around
All my efforts have lifted my head off the ground
All around he doesnt see
The friendly helper that saved his life
Because surrounding the king were the cold and rusty armor
of a wrong war fought.
Looks at his hands.
Looks at his disdain
Looks at his castle
Took off his crown and threw it down.
It's so unclear, it's so unfair. Never I mind. He was always there
My heart is clogged with the tar of Sin. Yes... but I am already cleansed from within
Don't stop me now, from taking ground. The ought to have lived life have now been found.
Crack and Reappear. It's not the emptiness that I fear
but the crowded-ness surrounding the empty cup
that makes the empty, emptier.
Pour and fill. I'm Getting better still.
Yes, I'm better than you
Im victorious over you and my Father had long ago proven that to you.
Signed Off @6:49 p.d.
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