Leaky pen, torn pages
representative of soul sages
shattered emotions dry bones
defines wisdom and ages
desperate voice crying aloud
experiences few are proud
strong hands of hard work
smiles that speak to a minimal play
raging memory wrinkled roses
internal butterflies
metaphoric vision helps hide
alidad captures the truth inside
behind all the isms and false defines
Attempted robbery, of spiritual high
lies, lies ,cries, cries
streaming tears from souls flask
embellished result.. bask.. bask
leaky pens still extend,
pages whole souls blend
torn no more healed emotions
lubricated bones not sore
age now giving birth to wisdom
soul sages baked pages
setting stages, aromatic release
teach
knowledgeable increase
meditation displays answers
revelation forces reflation
elation of buried complications
No more judgements God in me
simply put... sufficient
No more racing, gracefully pacing
humbly giving mightily living
(C) logicalpoetist February 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Harmonic Twang
Softness, sweetness, breath warming ones neck,
oily palms, caressing,savoring
unsure of what to expect.
Wind chimes tingling the tips of lobes
drum line of beating hearts
articulate rhythmic souls
Time uncounted calculation cannot sum
past has become present suddenly unexpectedly
board erased,equation remains undone
destiny is now, eternity forever more
simply a contest of faithful supply
hidden treasures discovered under a stream
a constant light a solid beam
beacon of words yet silence speaks loudest
sand is molten rock
soft in texture somehow hardest
crystallized glass
reflect an internal glare
awed stare an empty chair,
a missing link a broken chain
unexplained wink, misconstrued pain
epiphany of unintended sermonized cold
once a drum line of beating hearts
once articulate, rythmic souls
(C)logicalpoetist February2010
oily palms, caressing,savoring
unsure of what to expect.
Wind chimes tingling the tips of lobes
drum line of beating hearts
articulate rhythmic souls
Time uncounted calculation cannot sum
past has become present suddenly unexpectedly
board erased,equation remains undone
destiny is now, eternity forever more
simply a contest of faithful supply
hidden treasures discovered under a stream
a constant light a solid beam
beacon of words yet silence speaks loudest
sand is molten rock
soft in texture somehow hardest
crystallized glass
reflect an internal glare
awed stare an empty chair,
a missing link a broken chain
unexplained wink, misconstrued pain
epiphany of unintended sermonized cold
once a drum line of beating hearts
once articulate, rythmic souls
(C)logicalpoetist February2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Food for a Parasite
The question has come up? "Have we outgrown each other as friends?" The answer remains to be found in the now. Sure that it will reveal itself in the latter of time. Age does something to people. While people grow older they definitely change. The change is sometimes painful to the ones that are at the hands of an others change.
Tired of making excuses for you...Tired of accepting your busy life as an excuse for you to halfway or sometimes not at all; be there when I need you... Just tired of it. Why? Because whenever you call I am there... When, I call you cut me off to say that you need to go, or start the conversation telling me that you have just a few moments. Who do you think you are that your life veils more importance than my own?Did it not matter to you when I always said... "No, I am not busy..." Did it ever cross your mind that in twenty years, that I had to be (busy) some of that time but, just wanted to listen to you? Be there FOR YOU! Did you ever realize that you are the one to conclude all of our conversations? Of course you haven't...
Now, I find that my heart is broken because of all the people that I know; I never thought that you would disappoint me. As sad as I am... I must be the strong one now... I must realize that you have been selfish with you at my expense... and I... I don't like it. I will not accept it.... I could not stop it before because I loved you too much to notice it... I never saw your parasitic way until today. Yet because I saw it today... We shall have no tomorrow... Too many bites taken from my soul... No more! One more thing... Although you hurt me... I will always love you my parasite... I am who I say I am...
(C)logicalpoetist January 2010
Tired of making excuses for you...Tired of accepting your busy life as an excuse for you to halfway or sometimes not at all; be there when I need you... Just tired of it. Why? Because whenever you call I am there... When, I call you cut me off to say that you need to go, or start the conversation telling me that you have just a few moments. Who do you think you are that your life veils more importance than my own?Did it not matter to you when I always said... "No, I am not busy..." Did it ever cross your mind that in twenty years, that I had to be (busy) some of that time but, just wanted to listen to you? Be there FOR YOU! Did you ever realize that you are the one to conclude all of our conversations? Of course you haven't...
Now, I find that my heart is broken because of all the people that I know; I never thought that you would disappoint me. As sad as I am... I must be the strong one now... I must realize that you have been selfish with you at my expense... and I... I don't like it. I will not accept it.... I could not stop it before because I loved you too much to notice it... I never saw your parasitic way until today. Yet because I saw it today... We shall have no tomorrow... Too many bites taken from my soul... No more! One more thing... Although you hurt me... I will always love you my parasite... I am who I say I am...
(C)logicalpoetist January 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
ANOTHER THOUGHT
Education powerful indeed. It brings a gift of knowledge. Wisdom is equal to water it is life and the gift of all gifts. Let it be known that without education one could still survive. Without wisdom however, one would surely die
(C) logicalpoetist January 2010
(C) logicalpoetist January 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
In the wind...
Extending my hand
and heart to you
I call you my friend
How does that happen
with such truth
such distance
in the wind
Time's gone by
events happening
from all ends
we share as much
as time allows
in the distance
of the wind
I trust the sun
to warm you
trusting God
to keep you
safe and sound
Believing in him
for deliverence
from anything
that attempts
to bring you down
Wherever we go
when ever we meet
if ever,or never
our souls blend
my prayer is that
you always know
I am grateful for
our friendships growth
in the distance of the wind
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
and heart to you
I call you my friend
How does that happen
with such truth
such distance
in the wind
Time's gone by
events happening
from all ends
we share as much
as time allows
in the distance
of the wind
I trust the sun
to warm you
trusting God
to keep you
safe and sound
Believing in him
for deliverence
from anything
that attempts
to bring you down
Wherever we go
when ever we meet
if ever,or never
our souls blend
my prayer is that
you always know
I am grateful for
our friendships growth
in the distance of the wind
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
SWEET MOLASSES
shedding soul
evidence physical masses
everything from hair loss to glasses
In the cup is a thick of Molasses
still it runneth over
Watching and feeling
the slow out pour
of my destiny
This sticky journey-
Lifting swollen feet high
trying not to create a mess
Gods spoken word grafitis on a chest
weight carried within ones breast
Least follow the words that I write
Courageously stay
willing to fight the foe
Is it dark or really dawn
does anyone really know
close to my break thru
continue to carry on
The pastor preaches your right there
his penetrating words
child don't be overtaken by fear
A little more hope a little more time
sublime is my energy within selected time
Persevering, mind made up
Going to get to the other side-
Blindly trusting my ride...
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
evidence physical masses
everything from hair loss to glasses
In the cup is a thick of Molasses
still it runneth over
Watching and feeling
the slow out pour
of my destiny
This sticky journey-
Lifting swollen feet high
trying not to create a mess
Gods spoken word grafitis on a chest
weight carried within ones breast
Least follow the words that I write
Courageously stay
willing to fight the foe
Is it dark or really dawn
does anyone really know
close to my break thru
continue to carry on
The pastor preaches your right there
his penetrating words
child don't be overtaken by fear
A little more hope a little more time
sublime is my energy within selected time
Persevering, mind made up
Going to get to the other side-
Blindly trusting my ride...
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
?
What is the impossible to find answer, to the unanswered questions?
Is it variable in its value once found, if ever be found as such variety of choices
Shall exist in sequence containing a count from zero to instance and a moment will pass...
Faster than light yet breath taking with power. Infinite power unsolved by thought satisfied only by process
therefore determining one thing that process defeats time and time cannot be clocked
I hope you're not lost. Are you tossing this all round in your mind? The more one tries to define the deeper and more entwined they will be come. Again the sum is unresolved so what makes you think you can resolve the universal code
That nobody knows but will unfold. Manifestation will happen just expect it but don't count days; nor measure mileage.. It will not produce leverage of a more expeditious arrival;that's why its considered travel...
Speeding is not allowed... There are set limits that going too fast may detain, delay, or possibly alter the divine plan. Not good... It's already been written not to prove smitten just following direction not instruction. No distinction no detracting; Avoid retracting... Whole action, not a fraction. Be still, be patient wait... stay faithful... faithful stay...
(C) logicalpoetist December 2009
Is it variable in its value once found, if ever be found as such variety of choices
Shall exist in sequence containing a count from zero to instance and a moment will pass...
Faster than light yet breath taking with power. Infinite power unsolved by thought satisfied only by process
therefore determining one thing that process defeats time and time cannot be clocked
I hope you're not lost. Are you tossing this all round in your mind? The more one tries to define the deeper and more entwined they will be come. Again the sum is unresolved so what makes you think you can resolve the universal code
That nobody knows but will unfold. Manifestation will happen just expect it but don't count days; nor measure mileage.. It will not produce leverage of a more expeditious arrival;that's why its considered travel...
Speeding is not allowed... There are set limits that going too fast may detain, delay, or possibly alter the divine plan. Not good... It's already been written not to prove smitten just following direction not instruction. No distinction no detracting; Avoid retracting... Whole action, not a fraction. Be still, be patient wait... stay faithful... faithful stay...
(C) logicalpoetist December 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Ascending
shall the shadows
come by night alone
to bring a soul
unto it's throne
cast a white cloud
of light be shown
the solo way to home
Gentle whispers
harmonica her ear
time to take her flight
love remains
residing hearts sustain
Do we not understand
the thieving shadow of night
so is life a period of time
variable and interval
must partake in the feast
death a sector of life
here once... now deceased
Is also death
life give unto love
death give unto grief
be faithful
Do go on
rooted like a tree
Be sure to pursue
it is by atteding
to the quality of life
that make a life...
deserving of eternity
resting... knowing
we all shall meet again
partake of this life
carry out the faith
for Christ's children
there is no true end
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
ascending into light
gentle whispers
harmonica her ear
time to take her flight
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY AUNT LEOLA...
(C)logicalpoetist December 18,2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Recycle of Source
A dream a real dream is something that you've invisioned for a lifetime. It is the prophetic strength of imagination that influences the spirit to do.
Ones real dream is a physical manifestation of the prophecy playing out in a mental pictoral.
The vision of whatever it is for an individual may start as early as birth and may play as infinitively in ones mind during ones lifetime. Unfortunately if the vision is not persued the individual leaves there vision to the mercy of death.
Often we cannot seem to tap into the right resources to make our vision physical. The reason for this is that perhaps what we see as resourceful is just a mere distraction. Perhaps it is an actual hindurance. Perhaps he that gives us our vision has not included this resource as a part of the divine plan. Such manifestation is exclusive therefore. Not inclusive of what one may want. Remember the plan has already been written. You are not the writer nor illustrator just the vessel of view.
Your vision is yours alone and no one can see it but you and your creator.
We must come to realize that our creator is our source therefore we don't need a resource.
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
Ones real dream is a physical manifestation of the prophecy playing out in a mental pictoral.
The vision of whatever it is for an individual may start as early as birth and may play as infinitively in ones mind during ones lifetime. Unfortunately if the vision is not persued the individual leaves there vision to the mercy of death.
Often we cannot seem to tap into the right resources to make our vision physical. The reason for this is that perhaps what we see as resourceful is just a mere distraction. Perhaps it is an actual hindurance. Perhaps he that gives us our vision has not included this resource as a part of the divine plan. Such manifestation is exclusive therefore. Not inclusive of what one may want. Remember the plan has already been written. You are not the writer nor illustrator just the vessel of view.
Your vision is yours alone and no one can see it but you and your creator.
We must come to realize that our creator is our source therefore we don't need a resource.
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Endurance
It is the toughest of times that present yet the most opportunity to exercise Self-control. When life seems to cast a never ending shadow of fear, doubt, and insecurity recognize that this is a pre-antidote to our hearts true desire. I have learned that feelings are not facts. They are just feelings.
Thoughts contribute much to the taunting emotions during our times of trial and tribulation. If we ponder a situation too much it can lead to some major problems and complicate that which is simply a process that we must go through to get to the success that we desire.
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
Thoughts contribute much to the taunting emotions during our times of trial and tribulation. If we ponder a situation too much it can lead to some major problems and complicate that which is simply a process that we must go through to get to the success that we desire.
(C)logicalpoetist December 2009
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