Keep it Quiet In The Moment
Reuniting with our eyes
Blue energy rains between us
Our minds are downloading each other
A rope bridge between our thoughts
One that has been closed recently
I have missed your expressions,
The subtle curve of your lips as you smile
And the pictures you paint with
Your body language as you stare
At my visage, imagining my adventures,
As I daydream about your experiences,
No sound is uttered, but we can hear each other
In this room, we are silent,
Yet have expressed everything we need to know
About the time that has gone by us.
a rip in the fabric of a fragile space-time (the now)
like sour blood
they know my name
relatively free, surrounded,
and spiderwebbed fingers.
no beginning, no end, traffic jam in between
reflections in the rocks
and pebbles in my gums like teeth
say - no stamp - forward
laugh it off
did they sell you paradise
did they sell you fairies with butter knives
no no no no
they sold us happiness
giggles in central park
hand in hand
walked john and thomas
thomas licked and licked
they sold us easiness
this is all that.......this is all that
i still think of honey in paradise
liquor without hangovers
there is also a door to hell
what happens there
inside they burn and burn
but i hear
they bribed the gasguy
so they burn when He sees
otherwise its a deal there too
this what you said is equal to sin
what sin do you talk about
i walked barefoot in dusty towns
i walked finding my shoes
and still and still and still
so a deal was all i did
a deal was all i got
and and and
you know whatttt
theres a system there too
where stuff happens
and to satisfy myself
i have termed them divine leverages
alright alright alright
did you see your neighbours pus
did you see their elbows flying in the sky
yes i saw all of that
and they too saw all of that
we were passengers of fire
and nothing more
so fuck off with your intellect
and go to Peru tracing mayans
ask them what fire means to them
laugh it off laugh it off laugh it off
you can only laugh it off
In a Frame
I feel trapped in a painting, unable to wiggle
even a little.
It happened when I lost my identity two days ago
after never listening to myself and my own desires.
Always bending to others' persuasion
always soaking in everything like a sponge.
Then a stranger entered into my body.
My eyes has no fire, my face is colorless,
my hands remain motionless,
my heart swings to a stop,
and I am always looking
in that direction.
Call me mad if you wish, but life's events ebb in and ebb out,
never affecting me
trapped in that still
and always wearing that expression of boredom
I long to go to the outside world,
where Mother's homemade apricot pies await me.
Where there's the constant struggle of school, work, and relationships.
Where I can be drunk in the perfume of wisterias and lilies.
Where I can actually appreciate art from an outsider's perspective.
Where I can at least make faces and not stare dumbly into space,
for others to interpret my feelings.
Now I am being shipped off to another place...
A laundry room perhaps?
Or a patio?
Or a bathroom?
Or a dentist's office?
Or another garage?
Or worse...a closet?
Either way, I am still
Across From the Tracks
Weaving through the darkness
Of the garden
Bumping against the toolshed
Knot odiously around the
Bare lining of my slippers
A doll by the kitchen sink
By its thread
Choking a vase of sunflowers
As they feel the wall
Walking barefoot through the forest
Pine needles impale the soles of my feet
Stumbling across the field of grass
Where we used to read aloud from mud-stained notebooks
Watching the waves appear as the dancing hem of a white dress
I pour out sand and starfish from my shoes
We let the rain scar our faces
We let the lightning burn our souls
Sitting on the steps overlooking the running track
I use a stone to write to her
Walking in the subway tunnels
I watch the wall's paint peel off like scabs from an old wound
Moth-fed light blinks and closes
At night I lie down in bed
Writing in my notebook
Burning the pages with my tears
Running through the forest
the subway tunnels
Finding the other me
across from the tracks
i am the pebble that river rejected
i was picked up by her
she took to home
amidst a bowl of other pebbles
she kept me
i looked at her
naked and naked and naked
her body her skin
a distant temple at the peak
others wished to worship
i became piety myself
day by day we grew fonder
i saw her being shared by men
he would do stuff to her i couldnt as a pebble
my jealousy grew and grew
till one day i realised that those who entered her life
one by one left her life
and i staying in my bowl
always stayed by her side
i am forever her pebble
Judges 6:39 - Boost For A Dude Needing Reassurance, As In Me (Bible Journal)
"Then Gideon said to God, 'Please don’t be angry with me, but let me make one more request. Let me use the fleece for one more test. This time let the fleece remain dry while the ground around it is wet with dew (Judges 6:39 NLT).'"
Gideon is a very relatable person to me. Like Gideon, I don't consider myself strong, and I often like getting reassurance before jumping into something. My confidence has improved over the years, but I still stumble often. Thankfully, God enjoys working through people like me that need a boost, and that is something I truly enjoy about my walk with Him. Thank You Lord for using Gideon, and this opportunity to study his story. Please also use me as well, and please help me to remember that I can be confident as long as I trust You and Your plan for me. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
God exists because it is impossible to believe how else life could have appeared on this planet. There has to be a God to create this Universe, and the fact that life has emerged on earth, even though it is very unlikely, is proof of that.
So all our existence has a meaning, even if it is ungraspable.
The Bible states that we are the result of a divine influence. Those who think that the Holy Book is written by men to justify their made-up beliefs do not take into account that, amongst other surprising facts, the Book incorporates some very accurate predictions.
The Magnificent Light
Oh The Beautiful Light There is
Which Shines Everyday When I Wake.
Oh The Beauty And Brightness That Covers Me.
When i know i am alive and which i remember with every step that i take.
Oh The Luminosity And Peace I See.
Which fills my heart and brightens my day as it goes.
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