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My Guardian Wall.

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Its up there tall to protect me from it all and from

Fiery darts, demon flowers, worldly riches and

And relationships that are changing. You Will see to it, they wont disturb me.

I can brave the desert, like You Lord

YOUR MY ROCK. And You RockThats why.


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Guard Your Heart, Proverbs;4;23
 
are we all elastic or what?
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Snap back to Jesus!
what a relief
what a day
through a timely perception;
I was snapped back again from floating off away

I must be really special
its hard to believe thats true
what on earth could little me ever really do?

Our small threads that grew into an ugly webs are being let go.
and making room for something better.
And one of them is Stronger than the rest; no, its Golden,
its making itself known.
Love, much bigger than us in every way

And I'm a glad I'm a receiver;
for what we built together I just can't let slip away
even in knots of great devastation
and in this believer out out pops a porthole from the blue

whats from inside this is just as good
as the ones that are set outside, before me.

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Via dolarossa said:
are we all elastic or what?
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Snap back to Jesus!
what a relief
what a day
through a timely perception;
I was snapped back again from floating off away

I must be really special
its hard to believe thats true
what on earth could little me ever really do?

Our small threads that grew into an ugly webs are being let go.
and making room for something better.
And one of them is Stronger than the rest; no, its Golden,
its making itself known.
Love, much bigger than us in every way

And I'm a glad I'm a receiver;
for what we built together I just can't let slip away
even in knots of great devastation
and in this believer out out pops a porthole from the blue

whats from inside this is just as good
as the ones that are set outside, before me.

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Swallowing things In Straight Faces.
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When you learn a lesson well enough
The hands of Our Father will prune away parts of what you once had.
Yellow Petals will drop to the floor
And New and better buds will grow where life can flourish again.
And I'm swallowing it in straight faces.

Lord, Prepare for me another winter in this weary soul.
Snow may come but I'm glad I know that by keeping my eye on Jesus
He washes things away
Even Gods Judgements when we want to point fingers.

There’s a spring around the corner
And a summer too,
One I can again breathe into
It may take a while
Even a lifetime
But Your Love and Wisdom will Always Forever see us through.
 
Evidence Unseen (Hebrews 11;1)


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Abraham waited 100 years before he saw results.



You stop this great distraction
You trim and clean my soul
You make a way for me when everything comes apart
You give me faith
To keep me strong
I make mistakes and wander
Then You pick me up when i fall


Only by Your Word can I make it through
Only by Your Word do I know
You take my hand and show me
How to rise from all the ashes of this troubled soul


Watered and Planted.
Abraham waited 100 years before he saw results.
 
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If only God would have made my eyes glance
To the floor in blushed cheeks when I met you
Instead I was taken up by pride.
everyone wanted you so I thought you would do.
And so I paid the price of dry bones.
If only.

And we clunked and rattled and fumbled along
Living a lie for so long until Desolation time.
Sour rubble in a funeral pyre.
And the only good thing to come from this liaison
Was little children.
And when I think back and try to curse God
He reminds me He just didn’t want me to listen to Him back then.



Children make us proud.
 
Refuse to sink
Even when you can't see whats before you coz you ain't seen it before
Swim swim head for the sun, even though you're numb.
Keep your wits about you;
Above the cloudy waters,
Keep the `faith, in all the Grace
Like a jet plane thats already won the war

Burn and get burned.
I cant feel it
Stand up and throw it all down
Don't creep into the past
and let it pull you under
Run the race thats set before you
Prize yourself away from whats Crystalising
Your feet among the clay.

The reasons are there
And God keeps in touch better
With a Why when its in His Book
The Big Guy In The Sky
Won't have you going back.






......get behind me satan.






 
You cant go wrong when you think about it


The ancient serpent may have his day now


But ive already seen him stuffed and packed


in the earth


and its finished


No more suffering no more tears


Waiting for that glorious day


In patience in joy


So you cant go wrong when you think about it


Keeping that at the forefront of our minds,


we all kiss your Word and melt





 
1 John 3:11 For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another.


love is a gift that does not grow old
water it well and a story gets told,
of times with happiness times of sorrow
with more to lend and much to borrow,

might we fill our hearts with hope anew
in all the things we cherish and do,
for it really does make the world go round
planted firmly with our feet on the ground,

love is genuine love is kind
and sometimes its even blind

heres to seeing with our hearts...
 
2Cor. 5:1- For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. Jon. 3:3- Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. 2 Cor. 5:17- Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

With the destruction from weather systems across the planet, these verses have been good reminders for me. Everything but the love of our Lord, in the name of His Son Jesus Christ shall fade away.

much is gone from this earthly place
the stuff Ive made with my hands
or collected diligently with care
shall all fade away into mud
back to where they came from
redeemed by life and death
one- item- at- a- time
I shall become one of them
placed into forever hands

and nothing else matters

it is quite confusing
the value placed upon things
how we rely on them for survival
a clean and orderly shelter
tools to build utensils to cook
power to operate appliances
we can live without most
yet we neglect the perfect one
The Holy Word Of God

for nothing else matters
 
its that time of year again
almost like the election did not happen
American shoppers seem immune to that kind of chaos
they only care about the current clearance items

theres an unorganized disarray of miles of piles in lines of shelves
of left over Halloween and Thanksgiving with comical turkeys
all somehow covered in Christmas glitter filling the air of discontent
cause most of it isnt worth going through

there are no gems to retrieve eloquently
its a push and shove of I got it first you witch that lost her broom
while exhausted cashiers sing praises of credit cards
promising to give you 20 percent off your purchase

I want to vomit fake snow with candy corn overtures
regurgitate carols already being over played
so can I please just punch that stuffed Santa in the stomach
cause its only just begun and he is driving me batty

it might just get me to jingle all the way to the New Year
without losing my sanity in the mayhem of retail
earlier and earlier the madness takes over
while I force a smile a little while longer
 
my brain is like an attic
there are dusty boxes filled with memories
a few I like to unpack on a quiet day
as I linger through to enjoy them well

others are like heavy furniture
forgotten among piles of disarray
only to trip over and stub my toes
as the painful reminders they have become

most my mind chooses to make beautiful
cause that is how I wish for them to be
folding life tragedies into paper flowers
each with a unique scent to behold

I can create many things humorous
from the leftovers I brush off
slowly another box does get emptied
into garbage piles of discarded thoughts

for my brain is like an attic
and sometimes it too needs cleaning
 
as I age Ive come to the realization
there are many little things that hurt me
I did not process or notice
now I know it wasnt because of time
but I did not know how to do so
we become numb to the world around us
desensitized by the trauma life brings
most of which is out of our control
the way we react is within our reach
and most of the time I brush things off
others say I have a thick skin
well maybe its too thick
I had a memory turned into a dream the other night
it was about a phone call I had with my dad
when I graduated from college
I called so excited to say I did so on the deans list
somehow with 2 kids by myself I made it
my dad responded by saying thats not a degree
you studied art photography and graphic design
anyone can draw all you need is a pencil
and hung up on me, I could hear the click
funny how our brain can process things years later
most people would have been devastated
but me in my own stubborn fashion of I can
life is meant to live and better days are coming
which is something my mom always said
I brushed it off and my mind wanted me to remember
I actually woke up crying and grieved that moment
almost 30 years later my body wanted to shed tears
my dad could really be a jerk sometimes
but then again I know we all can
might we all try harder to be nice to our children
cause sometimes we really can be too harsh
 
thenami said:
as I age Ive come to the realization
there are many little things that hurt me
I did not process or notice
now I know it wasnt because of time
but I did not know how to do so
we become numb to the world around us
desensitized by the trauma life brings
most of which is out of our control
the way we react is within our reach
and most of the time I brush things off
others say I have a thick skin
well maybe its too thick
I had a memory turned into a dream the other night
it was about a phone call I had with my dad
when I graduated from college
I called so excited to say I did so on the deans list
somehow with 2 kids by myself I made it
my dad responded by saying thats not a degree
you studied art photography and graphic design
anyone can draw all you need is a pencil
and hung up on me, I could hear the click
funny how our brain can process things years later
most people would have been devastated
but me in my own stubborn fashion of I can
life is meant to live and better days are coming
which is something my mom always said
I brushed it off and my mind wanted me to remember
I actually woke up crying and grieved that moment
almost 30 years later my body wanted to shed tears
my dad could really be a jerk sometimes
but then again I know we all can
might we all try harder to be nice to our children
cause sometimes we really can be too harsh
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Good morning, thenami;

You write poems that many times I stop and think about. There are many things in my life that I've also come to the realization on choosing the road taken instead of the road less traveled. But if I had taken the other fork things would still cross my path as they did the road chosen.

There are things that too were said to me as a teen by my late Mom (who divorced when I was 15) that made a negative impression on me. I chose to be in denial but all these years later why do I still remember?

I truly wanted to be a rock musician, record my songs and travel the world performing. When I was 19 I wanted to earn a music degree but a girlfriend's Mom who worked for welfare told me she had many musicians who had claims. I was discouraged by that and decided to study accounting at college. Those practicums were a drag.

God matured me spiritually as I got older and instead of a career in professional music I got more fulfillment playing in the music ministry which was my first ministry.

Crunching numbers never fulfilled me and never aspired to become a CPA but the work was always there and the pay was good. Accounting taught me to keep our debt ratio low and could concentrate on other needs for Hazel and me.

I finally understood why my late Mom said what she said to me. It was out of disappointment in me and my wise guy attitude didn't help. What finally cleansed me was forgiving her as many times as she forgave me. It was at Mom's dying bed that I learned she was a Christian and she told me she was forgiven and at peace. That was my last conversation with her. The next day she went into a coma and died of Leukemia in February 2003.

I was pretty firm with children (my siblings, children and youth ministry) and lacked that gentle spirit in loving them. Today I learned what I say or my actions can go a long way with young people. God showed me these are His little ones and in time I grasped His teaching.

Anyway, these is my thoughts and story just from reading your poem.

God bless you, thenami.

Bob
 
Thank you kindly for your input as always.
Its nice to have a mans perspective, as I have not had one at home in many years.
Y'all coupled folks are a lot luckier than you think, btw.

My dad wanted me to be a lawyer. I have not been monetarily successful in life, but Im always content.
Simple things bring me the most happiness like when I see a butterfly in the yard, a sunset, or sparkles on the ocean.
Chocolate does make me happy. I love gourmet cooking.

My parents were tough. My dad was raised in Hells Kitchen during the depression.
My mother was a world war 2 survivor, when the Germans would kill entire Greek villages for hiding Jewish families.
Her father produced olive oil and wine, and was killed with the baby and older brother for their livestock and supplies.
They burned everything else, including the trees and vines.

We as their children could not deviate from what was expected, so as adults they had a heck of a time with the realities of our lives.
I cant blame them for how they were raised, or what they were taught. They showed what love and kindness they knew how to.
They were better parents after grandchildren.
 
thenami said:
Thank you kindly for your input as always.
Its nice to have a mans perspective, as I have not had one at home in many years.
Y'all coupled folks are a lot luckier than you think, btw.

My dad wanted me to be a lawyer. I have not been monetarily successful in life, but Im always content.
Simple things bring me the most happiness like when I see a butterfly in the yard, a sunset, or sparkles on the ocean.
Chocolate does make me happy. I love gourmet cooking.

My parents were tough. My dad was raised in Hells Kitchen during the depression.
My mother was a world war 2 survivor, when the Germans would kill entire Greek villages for hiding Jewish families.
Her father produced olive oil and wine, and was killed with the baby and older brother for their livestock and supplies.
They burned everything else, including the trees and vines.

We as their children could not deviate from what was expected, so as adults they had a heck of a time with the realities of our lives.
I cant blame them for how they were raised, or what they were taught. They showed what love and kindness they knew how to.
They were better parents after grandchildren.
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Cleaning the House Blues

Ive got to bleach the floor to get it clean
and the cat wants to run on top of it,
Ive got to bleach the tub after the dog
got a bath cause she smelled like poopy sh--,

Ive got to dust a tackle to cob webs
and vacuum the living room carpets well,
dishes in the kitchen sink need a wash
but these laundry piles can go to h--,

cause yes Ive got the cleaning the house blues
Im trying to find my favorite shoes,
but theres too much stuff everywhere to look
and I just want to shit and read a book,

Ive got to wash the car and shop for food
and these kiddos are driving me crazy,
Ive got to mow the lawn and pick the weeds
when I want to lay here being lazy,

cause yes Ive got the cleaning house blues
and I still cant find my favorite shoes,
put away some of this clutter Im blessed
but this old house is still a giant mess,

cause yes Ive got the cleaning house blues...
 
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