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  • rickosuave 2d

    Poetry Love Me Or Fear Me

    Sometimes I wonder. Do I want people to love me or fear me? Is love enough for people respect and unconditional obedience? Is loyalty a thing or is it just a mere word we humans created to make everyone stay in line? Being loved means you are weak Being feared means you are strong Do these 2 sentences bother you? I bet they do. I think they’ re unfortunately The truth As disgusting as it is.

    Humans are cowards. Once someone respects them and shows that they care they immediately backstab them and proceed to disrespect them while being confident that they’ll never strike back because that person to them is”kind” Another word for dumb and weak Fear is a wonderful word Its very powerful beyond human knowledge Fear can make grown men cry like babes Fear can force you to do things Fear can control you Fear is very powerful.

    How many powerful countries relied on fear to be the way they are today? How many great men and woman used fear to build their legacy? Its like magic. Like the ones we read about in books. Once you have the authority you literally can have the moon itself on its knees. Fear isn’t an emotion to me fear is a living thing. A creature that controls weak minds. That possesses it like an evil spirit. Fear can move you like a puppet and makes you do stuff you hate.

    Stuff you rather die than doing. It basically takes hold of your brain and body and makes it its plaything. Then tricks you into thinking this is a work of your mind Tells you that your mind is the one who destroyed you People who are the most affected by fear tend to be so familiar with it To the point that they begin to use it like it used them Make a living out of it Make it useful and even use it to build families and businesses and even empires and kingdoms. That’s how fear reproduces. Sometimes I wish I was fear I’d never lose i’d just win. All the time.


  • rickosuave 1w

    Poetry God's Enternity Love

    As the redeemed of Jesus Christ, if we are ever to find true refreshment in our desert wanderings, it will be as we choose to dwell in God’s presence and in the newness of His daily mercies through faith. Our trials tend to force us, like pushy but invaluable friends, to learn hands-on what it is to live in the grace of the moment.

    We live in the grace of the moment by continually recognizing both the immense need and the immense blessing of each moment (by developing a conscious and habitual attitude that says, “I am so desperately needy AND I am so abundantly blessed.”) and by relying on the Holy Spirit to teach us exactly how to reconcile the two. This happens as we first learn to live in the reality of the eternal, for it's an ever-present awareness of eternity that liberates us to receive every present moment with thankfulness and live it to the fullest, without setting up false expectations for it or worrying about the next.

    When we are convinced that our life is hidden with Christ and He alone is the Prize, that this world is not our home and we are simply on assignment here, and that our pain and failures are only temporary but, with His redemption, the beauty and wisdom to be gained from them are eternal, we are set free from living in the regret of yesterday or in the fear of tomorrow. We can instead live in the blessing of the right now which fully meets the need of the right now because both need and blessing are gifts from the Father to get us ready for eternity and to meet our Bridegroom face to face. We have need of nothing but Him and His grace, and His fullness dwells in us.

    The life lived in the grace of the moment is the life absolutely surrendered to the reality of God’s wisdom, God’s character and God’s sovereignty over it, for in entrusting ourselves to those, we acknowledge that He has a set and planned purpose for our lives, that it is good, and that He is powerful enough to carry it to completion. His wisdom assures us that He has always had in mind, down to the smallest details, exactly what He is doing with us; His character, that His heart is ever faithful toward us; and His sovereignty, that His directing arm cannot be shaken or thwarted. They reveal to us explicitly that He loves us with all of His mind and heart and strength, and in that knowledge we find perfect rest. As beloved children we know that we will be taken care of without having to know how it will happen or what it will look like.

    In our helplessness we can simply look up to Him, reach out for Him and cry to Him in humility and thanksgiving, for our God cannot resist eyes and arms and hearts doing that. He always picks up and holds close to Himself those who long for Him. We may think that what we most desire are answers and perfectly successful plans and reasonable control over our lives, but what our souls crave is comfort and intimacy and love, and we can have those the instant we fully surrender to His embrace. He may sometimes hide His face from our “Why?”s but never from our “Hold me!” cries.

    If we mistakenly suppose this life to be about this life, we will miss the present grace for fretting over and fighting for all the blessings we don’t have or fearing that those we do will be lost, until we find that they have become an unbearable millstone around our necks. If we pin our hope on anything in this temporary world it will be no stronger than that—a mere pin, easily pulled out and easily broken when life weighs too heavily upon it.

    Enduring hope can only be based on God’s absolute promises given to us in His Word, not on our own expectations or wishes or impressions of how things ought to be. Enduring hope lets go of everything that can be lost to take hold of everything that cannot, and in doing so is actually able to squeeze the sweetest nectar out of those released and perishable blessings so that even their losses, though painful, do not leave a bitter aftertaste. For it’s often in the loss of a thing that its worth to us becomes most precious, and by letting it go with grace we can best savor its purest delights.

    Realizing that the pain runs so deep only because the beauty ran so deep and that without it having once touched us we wouldn’t now know the emptiness of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting. There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting, and the most intense beauty can only be seen in the presence of both light and shadows.

    The ability to enjoy our tangible blessings is surely heightened by the conviction that they are not ours to possess, by the acceptance that their loss is inevitable, and by the understanding that they were never meant to satisfy. For the enjoyment, then, will be absent the tainting dread, the taking for granted, and the twisted expectations which so easily and often mar our earthly pleasures. We will relish what we’ve been given today but recognize it may very well be gone tomorrow, and even in that uncertainty we will find a contented peace, for in every loss there lurks a hidden blessing, and all that really matters can never be lost to us. It is just as important to be a good steward of our losses as it is of our more obvious blessings, for the beauty that comes from nobly and graciously accepting loss far exceeds any tangible beauty that can be taken.

    Knowing that we belong to another time and place and that this one is only meant to lead us there, like the charming towns one passes through on the way to a better destination, we will take in the sights with wonder and delight but keep traveling on toward our true home. For these sights, though tantalizing, are like mere slivers of light from a ***** under the door compared to the glory to be found in God’s Presence. But when received as personal gifts of His grace, they become to us a stage precisely and delicately set by a Lover to attract the attention of His beloved, to show off His greatness and show forth His beauty to win her heart, and our hearts indeed are won.

    To live in the grace of the moment is to keep looking to Jesus—to Jesus’ feet to lay our burdens down, to Jesus’ arms to be held securely, to Jesus’ hands to receive all we need, and to Jesus’ face to know our only sure hope and hearts’ true desire.

    *Lord Jesus, merciful and all-sufficient One, in every need, small or great, tangible or intangible, give me the discernment to discover Your extravagant gifts of grace, the wisdom to receive them, the eagerness to open them and the passion to cherish them well. Give me eyes to see and a heart to fully enjoy with gratitude each blessing You have prepared for me today, for this very moment, and may I thrill to Your every advance of love.


  • rickosuave 3w

    Poetry Shallowly Eyes

    "Do you see behind shallow muddy eyes? Do you see the shame held at the surface? The torment settling just below? The love buried in absolute fear? The conflicts as the sun shines through heavy raindrops? The way they dim as you chastise me? The way pure water springs anew as murk subsides? The way life sinks when the earth cracks beneath? For I see within these dark eyes Evolution. From a quivering child To a flowering lotus Proud of what they've become Behind these eyes lie grace Swirling mystic the world refuses to understand I've scraped the cataracts And within these eyes Is power Passionate and fierce"


  • rickosuave 6w

    Poetry God's Child

    A girl child is a blessing,
    Such a beautiful, fortunate and a priviledged gift from god!
    She personifies mother nature,
    She is truly a wonder, oh lord!

    She loves, she cares,
    She nurtures and she dares!
    She is pure, she is a pleasure,
    She is a precious dimaond, truly rare like a hidden treausre!

    A gift so rare not everyone is lucky to have,
    But Alas! Those who have her, do not know her worth.
    She brings prosperity and happiness since her birth!
    She deserves love, protection and affection,
    But she is treated like grime, dust and dirt.

    She is a princess, spreading love, mirth and joy.
    Her smile is sheer magic, isn't it oh boy!
    It can enchant anyone from a squirrel to a dove,
    Her words heal and touch soothes, yes indeed! Such is her love!
    Her warmth melts the heart and touches the soul.
    Her affection is so profound, it gets anyone on a roll!

    A girl child is much more than this,
    She is a doting daughter, sister, mother and wife.
    Her love and compassion is hard to miss,
    She is always there for her loved ones, all her life!

    Her life is a gift to others, than to her own!
    But she is not grumpy or scornful about that.
    Her love and attention is always neglected and thrown,
    Her desires and likes always avoided flat!

    Time and again she is asked..
    "Why do you need to study?"
    "What good will you render to the world from your education?"
    "Stay at home to cook, scrub and to clean the floor so muddy!
    Why! But a boy is meant to help progress the nation"

    Her aspirations chocked, her desires killed.
    Her poked, leaving it pain-filled!
    She is treated like a doll, merely a superficial beauty
    She is used completely by all, only until she fulfils her duty.

    It is time we revolt, give back and fight!
    It is time to put all the wrong things right!
    Raise your voice, Vocalise your ideas and opinions,
    Defend injustice, help the girl child to reach a new pavilion!

    Support the girl child, come together people!
    Let us all work towards shedding ideas that are feeble.
    Help the girl child to grow, progress and succeed,
    You have to start it! Yes, You! Come, sow the first seed!

    Learn to love, adore, venerate and encourage a girl child.
    Teach the world to permanently stop female infanticide!
    Boost a girl child's morale! Give her education.
    Let her open and wings and fly to help progress the nation!

    Believe in her, tell her how capable and promising she is!
    Respect her compromises, sacrifices and acknowledge her worth.
    She is the pillar of her family' strength, she is the one who spreads mirth!
    Open your eyes people to celebrate and rejoice her birth!
    She is the girl child! She is god's angel on Earth!


  • rickosuave 7w

    Poetry Chocolate Brown Eyes

    Your Brown eyes are just brown eyes until you love someone with brown eyes someone like me.Your eyes glitter with stardust and you bleed planetary rust until you’re left empty, but at the end of all of us, oh my love, you’re still the prettiest thing that the God has ever created in my life and Locked in a trance, your eyes are like milk and honey, light and sweet. I always easily get lost in them, your sugary brown irises sparkled like the Sun against a calm river, blindingly bright, alluringly soft and beautiful. They pulled me in, making me fall deeper and deeper in love as the seconds ticked on me...

    Your Brown eyes are warmth. They're the color of the sunlight filtering in through darkened stained glass on a summer day. Your Brown eyes are promise. They watch through the light, filled with joy and happiness, as you bare your soul to them without judgment once crossing their gaze. Your Brown eyes light up with a smile, glinting honey in the light and grow darker with sorrow. Your Brown eyes promise safety. They're somewhere you can go back to if you're unsure or scared.

    Your Brown eyes have the warmth of chocolate and the intelligence of cedar and the allure of darkness. Your Brown eyes can seduce me with a single glance beneath their lashes, paired with a knowing smile. Those Brown eyes of yours can comfort with a single lingering gaze, inviting, promising to keep all of your secrets. Your Brown eyes speak a thousand word with a glance & your Brown eyes are deep and hold laughter and sorrow and understanding. They tell a thousand stories, but most of all-- Brown eyes say, "Welcome home in my heart in my soul...


  • rickosuave 7w

    Poetry A Diamond's Reflection

    She stands there twirling in the sun beams Casting hard and hot Through the venetian blinds Light casting, reflecting, refracting from her There is no stronger construction Than her rigid frame & The beautiful ballerina Stronger than any average crystal,Her form is practiced, perfect Elegance is defined in her pose.She isn't just another red rose Her perfume catches every nose & She can cut through my steel-alloy heart & She grows under pressure,But if she takes a hit just wrong She shatters to dust & all reason seems to be gone Until enchantment strikes Love from the Creator above Reassembles every petal Once again she defines The Diamond Rose sent down by the Divine...

    You were worth more than diamonds But you thought you were just a piece of coal And that was my fault I should have showed you better. But, baby, believe me now You have always been beautiful. You have always shined so bright.The rain glistens like liquid crystals on her skin. She is a diamond being, a radiant star encapsulated in a majestic aura of pure beauty.

    she has been through hell the experience hardened her put an armor around her self
    built by sparkling pebbles and angel tears gone are the fragile flower the delicate swan,the soft bit of coal now she is like a diamond a flower of stone nothing can destroy her never hurt her again she transformed herself into a new entity
    like something out of this world holding her head high carrying a legacy on her shoulders
    she survived,she never gave up,she has been to hell and she came back.On the difficult days, when the world's on your shoulders, remember that diamonds are made under the weight of mountains.


  • rickosuave 8w

    Poetry Somewhere Out There

    somewhere someone waits up for you. somewhere someone takes their phone off silent with the hopes of catching your call. somewhere a roomful of people plan for your return. somewhere an audience waits to applaud you, is applauding you, will applaud you for your rest of your life. and i know you swear you’re no heart-stopping beauty queen but the ones who love you still look for you first in a crowded room. still watch you, eagerly waiting for your eyes to light up with the next joke you’ll tell. or for the smile that tells them you’re okay after all. this is your fame. this is your legacy. you were loved in this world if only for a moment. and now you’re starting to forget.

    Back then, you imagined your life as a series of miracles and you waited for it to all happen to you. but your heart caught up with the world and stopped dreaming so big. or so loud. and you folded yourself away and never told anyone how scared you were of everything. and you thought, this is it. this is the rest of my life. i’ll live on the sidelines of love and ill laugh at the right parts of the story. and it worked for a while, but you knew it couldn’t last. you, expert daydreamer. you, cynical romantic. you who once fed the birds on the stoop, knowing it would make their flight a little easier. you, who kept the light on because it helped your best friend sleep. you who smiled at the cashier like you meant it, because you did mean it. you who led the river home. you who the sky stared back at. you who the moon followed. you are not as small as you think nor are your fears as large. someday you will turn the tea kettle on, you will open the windows, you will breathe deeply and you will move forward. you will thank the ordinary things for bringing you back to the miracle of yourself. and you will waver and see a flicker of the dark calling you back and maybe you will get lost in it. but you will be found again and found again and found again.


  • rickosuave 8w

    Poetry Valentine's Day

    This day is not only for those who are in a romantic relationship. This day is for everyone who has a heart inside of them. This day is for everyone who feels. For everyone who experienced everything their hearts give. This is for everyone who listens to their hearts and chooses carefully what to believe. This is for the broken hearts that are already starting to move on from what happened in the past. This day is for everyone who chooses to love. For the people who know every kind of love.

    This day is for you. Please take care of your heart even if it gives you the feelings you didn’t want. Even if it aches for someone you couldn’t have. Even if it makes you confuse sometimes. Acknowledge your heart, and take care of it. Let your surroundings be filled with love on this special day...

    The beauty of love Is that it transcends Time and space No matter where you are in this world Or the next your love will Still be here Traveling in your heart and Through your soul Forever loving you Wherever you go.

    First of all you want to say You have been there in your shoes so many times you have lost count. Truth being, most of your life you have felt unloved rather than loved. You always used to blame yahself. If you was just a bit prettier, more perfect, more loving, more giving then people would love me more.Truth is, it’s not your fault.

    We are all worthy of love no matter our character flaws, our problems, or whatever the hell we have done because love is what moves the universe as God is love and has commanded us to love one another. Yeah, unconditional love has its challenges.Believe me I know. Over the course of the years you have learned a few things and yes, some of them sound like cliches but cliches are cliches for a reason, most of the time they are true, but until you have learned them the hard way and by that you mean when life has carved them into your flesh with it’s knives only then do you realize they are true not matter how much you have heard them before.

    Self-love is important. Until you really love yourself and really think you are worthy to be love no matter your appearance, your flaws and baggage you can’t really accept the love other people give you and even though they try their damned hardest to make you feel love you just won’t. You cannot let your happiness depend on one person or persons. We are all human and we mess up. If you let your emotional state forever depend on what one or several people might or might not do or say you are setting yourself up for heartbreak. You cannot put all your eggs in one basket, so to say, cause sooner rather than later that person/s will drop it and all your eggs will be on the floor.

    Your happiness has to depend on you. It’s your responsability and it will be forever linked with the choices you make. You decided some while ago you wasn’t going to put my eggs in any basket that wasn’t mine. You still love people but you do not let your whole world revolve around them. Yes,they are important but you will choose to be happy no matter what they do.you will choose to be happy whether you are alone, single, divorced, or in a relationship. Build yourself up and find joy in the little things each day brings. Have dreams and wishes but always be proactive in making them come true. Figure out what your passion is.

    Pursue it. In my case it is teaching, learning, writing and helping people. You are passionate about those things and everyday you try to do all four because they make you happy. See you know this letter started as a letter to the unloved but when you realize how to be happy by loving yourself the feeling of being unloved goes away because you can really appreciate and recognize the love other people give us but we failed to notice before because we were being so damn busy being miserable and hating ourselves. You just realized this the other day when someone close to me asked me why did you always need to feel loved so much and to be constantly reminded of it everyday.

    Didn’t you know how much your family and friends really loved you? You laughed and said, ‘No, you don’t.’, but it really got you thinking about how much you are loved but you are too blind to see. So dearest unloved, don’t be sad cause you are not. You are not unloved..I am sure there is someone out there for everyone that loves you but maybe you just don’t know or have forgotten about it. God loves you, I know, and though I know Valentine’s Day is a hard day to bear if you are alone you really are not because you will always have yourself and that is enough or at least it should be....

    “All you need is love... But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt...Happy Valentine’s Day to each and everyone of you. It does not matter if you have a Valentine, it only matters that you enjoy the day. Have a blessed day ahead!


  • rickosuave 9w

    Poetry Love Is Not A Sacred Word

    Love is not a Sacred word
    It is a powerful word, a fulfilling word And even more so as a feeling.Do not be afraid to say it, or to feel it In its many nuances and forms.Love is there, for many things, We love, oh do we love; God Our friends and our family,Our pets, our clothes, and music.It is not a word or feeling reserved Or to be ashamed of Even if the one you loved hurt you and We needn't count or list the reasons That we feel such love

    But rather embrace it while we feel.Love can be strong, it can be messy and It can even be painful, When we feel it but they don't return that Platonic, familial, fleeting, materialistic;
    Many forms and many strengths; But love is natural, normal, human.I'll tell you I love you, yes I love you and I meant it Unafraid to say it,
    Even when I can't sort which love I feel Telling you what I feel is more important to me and That I value you, you are important to me
    Is more important than mystery.Love is not a Sacred word It is there, always there Even when we don't understand why.


  • rickosuave 9w

    Poetry The Water-Trough Snake

    Cold-blooded and perfect..
    My snake came to my water-trough
    On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the eat,
    To drink there In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree
    I came down the steps with my pitcher
    And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.

    He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough And rested his throat upon the stone bottom, And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,He sipped with his straight mouth,
    Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, Silently.

    Someone was before me at my water-trough,
    And I, like a second-comer, waiting.He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do, And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment And stooped and drank a little more, Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth On the day of love Month February with me by myself keeping me company.

    The voice of my mind said to me
    He must be loved and cared, For in my life the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous And voices in me said, if you were a man You would love him and protect you just like he would do the same to you...

    But must I confess how I liked him,
    How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
    And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless, Into the burning bowels of this earth?

    Was it cowardice, that I dared not take him back? Was it perversity, that I longed to keep him and love him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured? I felt so honoured.

    And truly I was not afraid of him, I was most protected, But even so, honoured still more
    That he should seek my hospitality
    From out the dark door of the secret earth.

    And yet those voices : If you were not afraid, you would take him where he came from?
    He drank enough
    And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken, And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black, Seeming to lick his lips, And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air, And slowly turned his head,
    And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream, Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

    And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
    And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
    A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
    Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after, Overcame me now his back was turned.

    I looked round, I put down my arm
    I picked up my heart for him And threw my love at his lovely snakey heart of his.
    I think it did hit his heart
    But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste,
    Writhed like lightning, and was gone
    Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
    At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

    And I thought of the albatross,
    And I wished he would come back, my snake.My smoothly gorgeous colorful blackish brownish snakey.

    For he seemed to come back to me again like a king, Like a king in exile, crowned in the world of my life and Now due to be crowned again.....

    Healing is not shameful. There is no shame in healing. There is no shame in getting better.