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Your gravest danger
giving up
ceasing to believe
I can still do
wondrous things
in your world.

Keep moving forward
depending on Me
trusting
expecting  a path
to open before you.

Refreshingly new

Behold
I will do a new thing

I am making a way
a way in the desert
and streams
in the wasteland.

Cj 2016
Isaiah 43:19
We must never lose hope
I am
so
grateful
for
those
who
listen.

Thank you all.

Sometimes
listening
might
just
save
a
life.

Might
be
the
invisible
offering
extended
enabling
one
to
hold on
for
one
more
day.

Cj 2016
taking time to care
Everything is wrong and nothing is right.
Yes,
Everything is wrong.
No way to understand this madness,
Light has become dark and right is left.
Bemoaning, desolate, fractured is my soul;
My spirit.
Understanding and faith have fallen asleep on me,
For my heart is but flesh, crippled by broken glass,
Broken life. Who knows where I dwell?
Whispered hauntings tickle and tease my ears,
Phantoms, shades, spectres, dance before my collapsed eyes... nobody sees, nobody hears, everyone understands but they aren't there.
Difficult times in life right now... easily the worst. Slowly collapsing into a pit...
I'm left to think in my own bed
rock hard pillows beneath my head.
a mind so cold, a mind insane,
Heart beating fast like a rapid moving train.
I want to dream of a world, one I have yet to see
but once again insomnia has taken over me.
My mother made me a man giving me everything that she can
All her wisdom and all her help, teaching me what there is to live for
Taking care of me from the time that I was born to now that I’ m full grown
No matter how old my mother gets she still sees the child in me that she’ll never forget
She’s a disguised angel with hidden wings
I can only return all the love that my mother gave
I know in my heart my mother will do anything for me so long as her heart still beats
I have no other, I’ m blessed and gifted that I have her as a mother
Getting back to the dark days
of sniffing white till the sunrise
of another sleepless night
Tormented by the thoughts
of a sober reality
In this pitiful existence
Where clarity remains unattainable
Under the  breakable
Habits
Look outside when you read this.

Let's scream from a hill,
It's your life that's on the line
Nobody can pay for the "future"
It's not a guaranteed luxury
There is nobody who life owes
I know today isn't the best
And tomorrow is a cup of whiskey
So, right now, for me it's this;
I want beauty in my sight, always
Now, not the flip through tv channels
Non-substantial beauty most need
I'm talking about different beauty
Beauty like James Browns' voice
The beauty of the strong helping the weak
The man who is considerate to man
The woman carrying her child
The rich aiding the ones in need
The beauty when loving someone
Is more that grouped words
But making sure their lover is warm
The beauty you feel when
The hopeless fight for hope
When nobody else will believe them
Beauty, when a man gives his hand
Even when the world eats their flesh
The beauty in the eyes of fathers
When we know our sons future
Will be a battle they won't see
But we will have the story to tell them

The beauty miles away or feet away
Of the strong who help those
When then have nothing themselves
Except their good hearts.
I hope you have a love like this,
It's like a lover's secret kiss,
More like an eternal bliss,
To feel like this, for you I wish,
In the quiet stillness of our hearts,
God's silent blessing, never apart,
A prayer on Earth, a faith,
Humble servants, as He sayeths,
A symbol of divine and vast,
Wishing for a Peace to last,
Praying for you, I wish.....
I hope you have a love like this!!
Feedback welcome.
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