SPIRITUAL BREATHING.
My walk is only as good
As the talk that stalks my thinking;
Nothing seems to move my breathing,
So there is a good place to start
Since it seems the place
That would my very life impart.
I am cold except
I have breath and a heart beat;
Dark except light enliven my soul;
Broken without connection among everything
To keep me assuredly whole.
Faith holds the key to the origin
Of the source of the light, life and breath;
Love is the redemptive force that beckons them all
With the promise of freedom from death.
So I contemplate
The rhythm of my breathing;
And I seek the warmth of the flow
Of each heart beat;
While I wander through the labyrinth
Of loves that call to me;
Finding which one will eternally repeat.
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FANTASTIC SINS
Did I know within my sin
That therein was my death?
Or was I gauging my pleasure accounts
Underneath my uncounted breaths?
Everything will have its timely revenge,
A wedge between the opposite extremes;
Man learns reality in time for himself
Fantasy is different than dreams;
The latter from hopeless inactivity saves us
While the former us from reality weans.
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FINAL MISTRESS
Solitude is a fickle mistress;
She comes around just when she please;
She takes me on wonderful, pleasurable journeys;
She brings me down to my knees;
Though dreams are her favorite vehicle
She is not above fine fantasies;
And she uses them both in the night and the day
To tempt, to confuse and to tease.
I cannot escape her no matter my age
But at all times in varying degrees;
I am sure she will be there in her finest attire
When time and reality will cease.
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STAND NO PROBLEM
It is all folly!
And I cannot get around it.
I am prisoner of the world I would decry.
How can I continue like this day after day?
It must be just another self for me to which to die;
But if I cannot see the outline of the future
I must cling to what I have for one more try.
Why is there always this dilemma?
Where is the life within which I can embrace?
Can it be that nothing is the problem?
Because nothing is the thing I cannot face!
The folly is learning to live with nothing and
Finding nothing to be a big part of who I am;
Giving up the vision of a man made after Adam
And wanting next to Christ to make a stand.
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