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Inspired by Job,I praise God through pain.I always see sunshineWhenever there’s rain.Transmute fear into gratitude.Reprogram your brain.Never play victim.Always abstain.
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I know that every ounce of fearIs total lack of faith,But I’ve been traumatized so muchIt’s difficult to faceThe world with confidence things willAlways work out for me.Even though I know deep down,It’s still hard to believe.
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My faith will get me through this.My faith in God alone.I know that He is with me.I’m never on my own.I know that it’s belief thatCan conquer any ill.I believe that I’ll get better.But hate how I now feel.My faith will be rewardedWith greater gifts than justLiving life without pain.I just have got to trust.
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My favorite John William Waterhouse is his Diogenes of Sinope painting which I used to Illustrate the Ode to Diogenes I wrote, “A Man is a Man.”
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If there had been no serpent,There would be no Earth.Because it is a metaphorFor what we endure from birth.We’re all born naked andInnocent.Just like Adam and Eve.And just like them,We lose that state.Yahweh makes us leave.All of us are trying to getBack to the Garden again.It’s the reason that we take this trip.It’s the only…
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I don’t care if it angers you Lord.I wish that you’d chosen a tree.I don’t like being this person at all.It isn’t who I’m meant to be.I’m always in pain and discomfort, my LordAt least as a tree, I’ve no worries.Alive til you’re dead!Make me a tree instead!Please respond. I’m in a hurry.
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The desperate poetry. When I am at my most desperate, I turn to poetry. I share it in the off-chance it helps absolutely anyone else get through something tough. Because that’s what I’m using it for. I get it God.I do.I know what I must do,I’m doing now, the best I can.I’ll get there in…
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MaryDivine Mother MaryI just cannot carryThese burdens I bear. ScaryThe world, it is scaryAnd I cannot buryThe wounds that I wear.
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Remember the tale of the Prodigal Son?Remember the Father’s joy?For once he was lost, but he was redeemed.It maddened his other boy.For he never strayed.He was faithful for life.Where was the feast for him?“We feast every day!Come pull up a chair, nayA son nor a servant be withheld a meal!”
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Spider hanging from the ceiling.You’ve been there now for hours.I think that you are sleeping.Recharging spider powers.I don’t know if I should move youOr leave you where you are.I do enjoy the company,I’ll leave the door ajar.
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Eros, aim your arrow for my heartAnd do not miss.I only want to love the very firstMaiden I kiss.I want to love everyone,Including that there stone.I’m never lonely, Eros,Because you won’t leave me alone! They were producing art like this based on Pagan “mythology” in the late 19th century but most seem to believe that…
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Unconditional loveDirectly to You.The one reading this.I am talking to You.I love you my sibling,The way that you are.I appreciate you’re trying.I see all your scars.I know it is lonely,But look to your soul.Just let go and let ThemTake total control.
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When I was writing the previous sonnet God Looks Through Your Eyes the first quatrain of this one was the original last quatrain of that one and this couplet was the couplet but I realized I had two separate sonnets so I sliced this off and wrote it into another sonnet. I hope you dig it.…
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When you think about it, even the word God sounds like Om, right? Same o sound. Om in Buddhism, I am in the Hebrew Bible. Exodus 3:14 And ´Élöhîm said unto Möšè I AM THAT I AM. Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Yiŝrä´ël: I AM hath sent me unto you. You’ll notice this is not the version you’ll find in your Hebrew Bible. Elohim, here…
Musings of the Mad 