If we know we don't want it: If we know we don't want it in the first place, why does it still dominate our minds, like the very notion of its eradication thrives on a falling star to EXPLODE THE FUCKING GALAXIES
Thank you, sir, for the: Thank you, sir, for the comment and for your opinion of the Lord's reliability. You comment is absolutely accurate, a thousand percent. Thanks again.
That is an aspect of: That is an aspect of reasonable faith that usually gets left out, 'reliability,' which if meditated upon allows for the sufficiency of the Saviour to be thusly trusted in all thought and situation.
Yes I know the feeling: Yes I know the feeling passion slumbers creativity evaporates and the mind stagnates... pushing uphill for inspiration and inklings seems like an empty battle a victimless war... oh but how worthy amd honourable the fight to find a crack a window or door of expression fumbling around in the used to be... has someone stopped dreaming? Are we then fulfilled? Buy a new pen wallow in someone else's problems some times we put too much pressure on ourselves which is wonderfully seen in your expression like an addict we need more and more muse... I regularly take breaks because I often find I am liking who I am becoming it is just a long and thankless process. I hope it comes soon bit not too soon you miss a waterfall of inspiration! Hugss
In Other Words "Poems": I wrote a book called In Other Words,
I would like to send you a copy that has
more stories. Please
It's saying stories are put into poetic rhyme!
When the lightning strikes
The rains will flow
When the thunder sounds
The winds going to blow
Hurricane is the story put in rhyme...
Story is put into rhyme "Code"
So very evocative . . . for: So very evocative . . . for me, it summons forth a sunlit, warm afternoon in early Autumn; the kind I have always loved since childhood.
Thank you, and wow! That is: Thank you, and wow! That is some backstory which, although I read the poem more than once, simply did not make itself apparent. I feel very silly in having missed so much detail. After all, the poem is not very long, yet I got lost from the outset.
Starward: Jenny is in a witness protection program "Crime Prevention,"
looking for a place to hide until Court date.
Jenny fell in love with a guy she met in the program.
The guy bought her a new shirt and tie.
Jenny has feelings for the guy!
The guy told Jenny to stay focus on Court date,
he's not insterestead in a realitionship with Jenny...
I am a little vague on how: I am a little vague on how she moves from a hiding place, with a shirt and tie, to the lane she needs to stay in, which implies some sort of vehicular accommodation. Explicate this please?
I am far too creaky to be a: I am far too creaky to be a smooth-running robot, and certainly could never be a slick AI. A first year programming student in a mediocre high school could program a better poetry software than I could ever produce, lol.