sleep or pray
sleep or pray
minus the gym that’s easy;
both.
Tag: poet
I feeling
Discouragement, delay
God answers:
Deuteronomy 31 verse 2.
I look it up
“2 I am 120 years old, and I am no longer able to be your leader. And besides that, the Lord your God has told me that he won’t let me cross the Jordan River.”
I wonder how did Moses feel?
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Discouragement, confusion
How did Moses feel?
He spoke with God like a friend
yet how did he
feel at this end of this life?
Native tool
These are not my native language
not my pure expression,
action, deeds, movement,
is my thoughts
Yet I need words–
Scratched in dead trees, carved in electrons on screens,
absorb through the eyes– the forward section of brain
perceived through vibration through the liquid of air
words are not my native care.
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I learned them secondary, a need to express–
a thing I need,to get
a caress of care,
love,
of correction,
and food.
words are important
vital to shaping
the good
both myself and others
the world and my gut.
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words become my world
have words invaded me? have words colonized?
They have been absorbed regardless
were they are ambassadors? diplomats?
a thing that surrounded,
from conception to now
words are not native, to me.
yet I love them. Hold them dear.
Helps me connect to my peers.
words are my, natural expression. Now.
Though they are not yet my first preferred tool
Encourage
renew the flame, renew the fire
Encouragement
feeds the heart of warmth
my beating heart.
passion unattended grows cold, grows mold.
encouragement
to feed the kindling
learning skills
to be with people to know your name
to know your problems to understand the game,
this takes
such
bandwidth
so much of my brain
I don’t know how to juggle it
and yet remain the same.
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I lean on You My God.
You are my strength and shield
You will hold me up in Your right hand
and with You, I refuse to yield.
alone I crumble,
I fold in two
with You I am victorious
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though, I really don’t know what to do.
I recognize your faces
I am learning your names
I somewhat remember your coffee order
but I’m terrible at the games of cat and mouse and hello how are you?
to socialize and small talk
to laugh and joke and be friendly.
By myself, It makes me want to choke
But I am not alone, for I have You
for support
developing strength in weakness
that Your glory will shine forth.
Clothes
I handle the clothes. I organize the fabric
what they take to wear I give
I sort it I organize.
I agonize what to put out.
It seems so simple yet it’s not
I took this on myself, isn’t such a bad task.
It is quite fun and when it is done
the day at last
that shouts for joy and warmth and cooling sweat
we heat the cold
properly dressed
the fashion is not great and not always the greatest quality
it is what it is and we try to make
it see the joy and the humor.
The good fit search
clothes organized is a joy. Clothes well loved and worn is better
Out in the car
I leave you behind to wait
I over stepped myself, past my limits
not beyond my capacity but beyond my choices of self care
I want to be with you.
I want to enjoy with you
our time
our fun
our joy
our talks
our walks
our wonder
our arguments and bickering.
Our back and forth and banter
I stepped out to the car
to leave you behind
you wander.
You explore without me
I rest
I decompress
you get your exercise
Shopping
lights and music bright.
Hypnotize mesmerize,
stimulate and drain
the music captivates
numbs and dulls
joy and laughter
children running, people talk and laugh
go from place to place.
See what they have
see what this one has
racks of clothes,
candle sticks,
knives and movies
always rotating
a new ride
the hunt enjoy.
“Step bride up folks.” A rotating carnival
always new games
always new treasures to find.
To bind and blind and overstimulate
The Good News
Good news.
There is more than this life.
There’s more than just the flesh.
And the ones who made it all
flesh, and spirit, and everything,
pay for every mistake
that we ever did, or could make.
Those mistakes separate us from Him
and He paid for them.
He covered our bill.
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The One who created all good things,
wants to give us better things
If we want to be with Him,
though being with Him is the best.
The doorway through which we enter
is His Son.
This is the good news.
Speak
words tumble they jumble,
they fall out my mouth
they collide and stumble
//
cough into gravity
crash and explode
bits of coherence —
Splinter
every witness
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I tried to gather them together–my words
paint the picture I meant
gather the fragments
It’s already turning to cement.
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Some must be left where they’ve fallen.
I cannot take them back.
I can rearrange,
reassemble;
but they’re setting fast.
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They’ve already hit the eardrums
of those nearby,
some understand
some shake their head.
All just tilt their head and sigh.
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a jumble of words,
incoherent
a mess
fragments of words
Martin Write 