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

numb tranquility

passive abundance

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

i burn

so a deal was all i did

a deal was all i got

and and and

you know whatttt

theres a system there too

there too

there too

where stuff happens

leverages happen

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

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

because now

you can only laugh it off

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

pose

and always wearing that expression of boredom

and vacancy.

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,

waiting

for others to interpret my feelings.

Clank!

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

trapped.

Weaving through the darkness

Of the garden

Bumping against the toolshed

Certain memories

Knot odiously around the

Bare lining of my slippers

A doll by the kitchen sink

Hangs

By its thread

Choking a vase of sunflowers

As they feel the wall

Laboriously climbing

Breathing

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 beach

the grass

the track

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

"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.

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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The only word that I can utter,

with the smallest strength that I can muster,

is a simple one word prayer,

A pool that’s deep but just one layer:

“Help”

And you know what it means,

You know my heart and all it’s seen,

You’ve been with me in darker places,

And you’ve shown yourself in strangers’ faces.

I won’t give up on faith in you,

So that includes my marriage, too.

What you have joined let none undo!

Protect us in the fire, too.

Bring us safely walking through,

Trusting with our eyes on you.

This prayers done much to settle my heart,

I’ve come such a long way from the start,

my pool doesn’t seem quite so deep,

And the mountain I’m climbing, not as steep.

So I guess my final prayer now,

before I stop this ranting on,

Is for a restful sleep somehow,

And hope to carry me to dawn.

The snow drifts down like angels

While people sleep in their cozy beds

Somewhere, a dog barks

Its howl is carried by

The angry wind

And then dies down

When the wind suffocates it

Angels continue to descend from the sky

And form mounds shaped like whipped cream

The black elms tower in the sky

With white frosting on their bare arms

In the distance,

Some cars moan about the stress

Of navigating in this “storm”

No,

It is much more tranquil and beautiful

Than a storm

It is greetings from winter

Tonight the stars wink at each other

While the ocean rolls around

Restless and waiting for

Something dramatic to happen

Above the blue-gray waters

Sits a grandmotherly moon, casting her light

On the ocean and the line of trees far away

Suddenly clouds chase each other

The sky darkens to a charcoal gray

And the waves swell agitatedly

Thunder growls, calling for rain to come

Flashes of lightning decorate the sky

While the pouring rain

Half-drowns the island

Soon the rain turns to a drizzle

The sea finally calms down

And somewhere above

The moonlight creates a rainbow