Mirakee
Dark to Light
Only after one experiences darkness
can one truly recognize and appreciate light
as outer hardships give birth to inner fight
once tortured by demons grown within
now a seed of light sprouts leaves
casting shade over sin.
Where evil once proudly revealed its ugly face
darkness now gives way God's inner grace
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LIFE'S FRUIT
One's own greatest growth in life is often the fruit of one's own worst suffering.
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FINE LINE
Confidence attracts,
Arrogance repels,
It's a fine line but humility enables the line to be visable.
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AWAKE
Hidden, where only I can go,
Amidst the maddness allowed to flow,
loosely I write as a release,
often in vein the pain,
I struggle to cease,
a lifetime of disfunction
buried deep within,
scars from the hell
from which I have been.
Daily I work to lift the veil,
awakening ghosts left to dwell,
from the darkness arises fight,
veil now fully lifted
a glimmer of light.
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Selfless
"If you put yourself last you won't finish first, but you always finish a winner"
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LIFE'S PURPOSE
What is the meaning to Life?
Is it to live, laugh, love,
or is to have faith in a God above,
or is it to suffer and grow from within,
or is it to enlighten all the children,
or is it to provide loved one's wants and needs,
or is to choose a career and succeed,
or is it to grow through empathy,
or is it just to live and let be?
Life's about those ever fleating moments
where the answers to the universe seem clear,
when you realize it is ALL interwoven
And for a breif second you have NO FEAR.
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NOW
The pain of past better left behind,
the future hopes and dreams
never what I had in mind,
so the present I strive to be,
where nothing but NOW matters to me
where remnant ghosts
can no longer dwell
where tomorrow is absent
and yesterday can no longer fail
the NOW is all that is truly real
time is but man-made illusion
held hostage from what meant to feel.
The present
where all senses acutely alive
the present daily I strive,
beauty in every blade of grass beneath my feet,
every flavor I savor, every bite I eat,
every drop of rain upon my face,
every second aware God's grace,
every note sung by birds outside my window,
remnant perfume upon my wife's pillow
every moment conscious,
the universe lives within us,
Interwoven entirely,
no place I would rather be,
though it has no hours
It is not always open to me,
The entrance often hidden by time,
nobody elses fault but mine,
ever fleeting my presence
the NOW always
Simply Sublime.
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