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People are saying they know it allBut I donât wanna knowifignorance is truly blissIf I could take enoughâIf I could take enoughâI donât need to get helpWhy do you people have to die to prove a point?Live, and make a differenceOr die, and have stories told about you after youâre goneNot all of them trueAnd no one to proveThe monarchyThe MalarchyAn instance of clear thinkingThatâŠ
I just need to write something
Shakespeare, and Much Ado about NothingâŠ
Genius,
And here I am. Years later. Another batch of humanity.
I feel maybe as he felt,
putting something on the page
maybe not even laughing
at a story of jokes.
laughing, or not.
I wasnât there then,
but I wonder what he felt when writing.
shakespeare.
So nice to exist on a similar earth, right?
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I hope I find someone niceÂ
And sweet
Who likes how I part my hair.
Itâs funny if you can laugh about it.
Itâs funny regardless
Of who I am.
Or who doesnât care.
Or who likes how I part my hair.
Itâs funny if you can laugh about it.
Itâs funny to me.
Who looks great
In both mirrors and puddles?
(Maybe some eyes see all things as muddled.)
Seems we could all benefit from a fight
toâŠ
They saught you out. They want you to join them. They can control those without hope, And easily bind them. But you, youâre so bright that you blind them.
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A little heads up, this post does mention heavier topics like depression and suicide, things that are serious and growing more transparent and talked about today. This topic is heavy, and itâs pricking my heart, and as someone whoâs been fighting that monster for a while, Iâve got some things on my chest. This blog post is a way to express that, and I hope you somehow getâŠ
He almost took a pill in Nashville,And Iâm waiting for him to hold fast to hope.
The crimson taste is nothing comparedTo real love, you know?
He made a cash grab, it was on tvHe had so much waiting for him, you see?
But he didnât know he was lovedAnd when you donât know youâre lovedPeople take the next best thing they see.
He almost took a pill in Nashville,And Iâm waiting for him to comeâŠ
Sit back,Relax,Welcome home.From me to you.
Welcome!
This is a little poem I have had for a while.
Grocery Store Parkour
Everyone is searching for a new product in the same old supermarket
Itâs kind of insane.
They move the shelves around,
But itâs the same inside as itâs been before.
Just the first item on my list is
Now at the other end of the store.
Shake it up.
Add nothingâŠ
"Taken Down" - a poem for the precious Believing Ones.
âTaken Downâ â a poem for the precious Believing Ones.
There was a dark sheetThat the devil placed over a Christianâs head.Thin and frail and frayed it was,Simple to tear, easy to shred.
The Believing One wore it around,Because it was hidden.
âEverything looks so dark.Where did my God go?â
But itâs daytime out,And the Holy Spirit is within, cradling the Believerâs heartIn compassionate, loving handsStrong and never broken,Always willing.
Saying,âŠ
I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;I will counsel you [who are willing to learn] with My eye upon you.Psalm 32:8
Revival
Do you feel like an empty bucket, a wet blanket, uninspired and without? You are in the perfect place for Godâs holy fire to revive you, transform you, give you joy and an inspirational life.
You must make room. To be filled with fresh fire, squashâŠ
The past holds on to you because you believe that it colors your worth. Once you know thisâthat the total eternal and uncountable worth of your soul canât be taken or affectedâyour past gets a lot easier to forget.
Your worth was never once decided by the changeable, the fickle, the fake facts, but it was decided from the beginning, before time itself.
2020 Will End Spectacular! Some encouraging words.
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I think, rattling deep in our bones, mankind is ready for a shift. For victory, for good. For âdarknessâ to finally lose. Weâre holding our breath.
This longing grows louder with each generation that passes, and has become an ear-shattering noise in this one.
Itâs a howl, especially in my generation, the âgen zâ, who are known for their desire for changeâand someâŠ