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I used to blame my parents For having ever been born. But now I know I chose this. There’s nothing there to scorn. I selected parents. I selected THIS. It’s crazy to imagine. But I guess that it makes sense. There’s purpose behind the pain. I just don’t know how to read it. The ego…
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I hate that it breaks my mom that I’m hurting. I know that it’s somehow my fault. But I’m not giving myself a guilt trip over it. I start to sometimes, then halt. Reframe those negative thoughts there, my Son. Turn them, instead into gratitude. It’s not at all what happens to you! It’s only…
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It’s just that I feel terrible!It’s not that I’m not gratefulJust to be alive!I promise I’m not hateful!I just want to get out ofThis awful chronic pain.I do not care what it requiresI’ll do whatever it takes.Just whisper it to me, my Lord.Put it on my heart.I’m desperate and begging, Lord—Willing to do my part.
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I only write long poems when I have a lot I want to say. I guess I did. God has always existed.And everything is God.So has everything always existed like this?The Bible suggests it has.In Psalms, Ecclesiastes-The Earth is said to haveExisted forever and forever will.I don’t trust Cath’lic Church math.Of course the Church pulls…
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“Everything is always exactly okay.”I tell myself this often to get me through the day.“God’s plan is perfect. Every step you take’s divine.Nothing is amiss here. Everything is fine.Just focus on the present.It’s the only thing that matters.Living in regret and fearWill leave your life in tatters.”
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I don’t usually write poems this long because I believe there’s a certain beauty in brevity and I usually don’t need much room to say what I want to say, but this time I had a lot to say. The Moon ain’t made of cheese.Because cheese doesn’t glow.And clearly my lady does.You can see her…
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Trying to lose my mind.It gets me into trouble.Nothing’s ever wrongAnywhere but there. Peace, I’d like to find—And bring it on the double.This is my solemn song.Leave me with no cares. I never walk alone.I only walk with Jesus.He’s always in my heartGuiding me through life. I know I must atone.The only thing that pleases.I…
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Seven Solar Planets.Not including Earth.Seven seals in Revelation.Single virgin birth.The Virgin is the Mother,And the Sun, He is Her SonWe’re all children of GodYou know,And everything is One.
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by Jones Very I’m really enjoying reading through Very’s catalogue of poetry. I looked to find a man who walked with God,Like the translated patriarch of old;–Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;I heard the wind in low complaint go byThat none his melodies like him could…
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I accidentally hit my keyboard and that came out so I got you God. Thanks for titling my poem. My man cave is my living room.That picture is my Art.I don’t decorate much but soonI plan to plan to start.If you have any tips for me,Just leave them in the jar.Or else do not come…
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I’m under the impression things are happening to meInstead of me happening to them.I know that really truly I’m observing everything.And I didn’t choose to do this on a whim.Everything I do has already been planned out.I know it’s hard to realize, but it’s true.And I just have to submit to the plan I know…
Musings of the Mad 