Reflections

Oh, the depth of a child’s faith innocently staring, waiting, confidently expectant immovably hoping, challenging my inmost being with a deafening stance, I am moved into deepening a childlike faith. a free verse (082810)
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The probe retains no body, solely the pressure to assay debility, the circular rises with despise, actual cost provisions dismissal as answer, more desperate when depleted, no less fatal for burrowing birth, welcoming the unforgiving reverie, whose relief comes announced by breakage, fruitful by the familiarity of none gained, as if last words assail from elsewhere, the legacy still must live or see self spent, inheritances consume...
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Evading one or many, converging to pulverize, the who fails the intractable, as currents clash and flow away, an insistence for final agency, the reply cut to occupational mandate, behind the contours, clarity rents communion, careful the forgiving coercion, able to strip left-over accounts, by contrast, the practice flies open to unveil the motives for its opposing claims, community projects entail exile, education commands wholesale absence, militarism draws...
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Lose hope for anything better, snip past timidity to create thought, don’t stumble on the markers, or gather mementos, just give way to proceed, without seeking return, intimate but don’t converse with procedure, allow the notness the fullest living, age in reverse, forward, and now, pique desire in the unwanted to impassion fear, be constantly inappropriate and ill at ease, rock nervously, to not sit safely, yet, taste...
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You forget your covenant because you are impatient and insist to wait: you repeat to receive fatigued beyond discernment of how to give, use up your rest; stubborn as self.
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In this place, her dreams grew Now looking back, she feels blue ‘Coz here, she’s lost her soul, too Indeed, a sullen déjà vu! Standing still, heart beating faster Memories of the past seen clearly as ever Buried emotions, mounting inside her Silently bothered that she’s there Sharp scent of dying yearning, To her whole body, clinging And she can see, in this misty...
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The silent euphoria of an evaporating paper stick. We are fading with every liberating exhale. Our souls are satin sheets that engulf our mouths, Chests Lungs Stomachs. A mouthful of absent froth. I crush my four-leaved clovers. They failed to make you my perpetual oxygen. They cannot, I cannot, have you be. Every inhale is an otherworldly experience. And you reach my soul and quiet...
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The creation… From the breath of nothing comes the existence of being. Yet being is relatively good and the absence of good means evil. Providence then keeps being as being in continuity of good. (This is philosophy.)   The man… From the promise of love comes a confidence and hope to keep life in living and not to be anxious, saying “What shall we drink? What shall we wear?” Believing that Heavenly Father knows all man’s needs. Providence therefore is a fatherly...
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To hear the melody of the ground, wind and sea, A fantasy many wishes to have for free. - But is it really worthwhile for them to have dreams, If what we hear are explosions, gunfires, and screams? - Profound sounds that produce words are all false and lies, If these terms are used to make mankind cry and die. - What is...
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When the wind flew beyond the reverie of my mind my dream soars to fulfill my being. I am a man of freedom. I am free. Am I? If so. Why the church has Ten Commandments? And failure to do so is condemnation to hell. Why does society has set of rules? And violation to such is against the law. Why I have to discern...
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