Lonliness

2 Co. 12:9 – And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

No man is an island


The lonliness makes one weak

The solitude makes feeble knees

Even the most sane men

Have found themselves insane in the end

Oh what tragedy, that we somehow

Can be undone by something not found

That the absence of presence

Can be so impacting as to deafen

The flickering fire of life that hides

Deep inside our lives

It’s been truly written, no man’s an island

At some point, we all need a helping hand

Ever since the Garden of Eden

Man’s been in need of a companion

We are not loners, made for isolation

But social beings, desiring incorporation

And so we find ourselves seeking company

Friends, family, a lover to last eternity

Something to bind that need

That cries out inside you and me

And it happens, sometimes, if by chance

Or choice, or life’s unflinching hand.

We find ourselves alone, or so it seems

Crying out for someone to intervene

And we find ourselves in a cold dark place

With no one to wipe the tears off our face

And God seems so very far away

And God knows we need someone for company’s sake

But somehow it’s not His will

And somehow we must soldier on still

If the loneliness makes one weak

Then consider the opportunities before you and me

For in weakness, we can find strength.

God is freed to move when we have nothing left

In fact, for the power to be unleashed

We oft need to be in a place that’s weak.

Yes the lonliness makes one weak

But remember, before company you seek

It’s in our weakness that we can find strength

We only know our bounds when there’s nothing left

It’s when our muscles are too sore to move

That they then recover stronger than ever

And it’s only in trials and circumstance

That we see what we need to be better persons

So maybe it is, that we find ourselves weak in lonliness

So that we can muster the strength to emerge victorious!

Miss You

Hey Beautiful, I miss you

No matter what I do

Can’t get over missing you

 

Like sunbeams to leaves

The earth to trees

You bring life to me

 

The missing puzzle piece

The master keys

You my heart complete

 

Like clouds without rain

Cities without man

Oceans without sand

 

Candles with no matches

Fishermen with no catches

Arrows with no fletches

 

Without you I’m lost

Turned and tossed

Foiled and cross

 

All out of force

Small and poor

Mute and remorsed

 

Out for the count

Struck and out

Sad and down

 

Pining away

I’m not okay

I need to see you today

 

I’ve dreamed

A thousand dreams

Where it’s you and me

 

Memorised your picture

So in my thoughts

Permanent fixture

 

A thousand dreams

I’ve held your hands

If by divine chance

 

I can travel time

So that you’re mine

And everything’ll be fine

 

Drowning in a sea

I really need

You to rescue me

 

You’re the light to my sun

Without you I’m done

 

Creating Inspiration

Inspiration – comes from the Latin inspiratus (the past participle of inspirare, “to breathe into, inspire”

There are those who say – if you wish to write with skill higher

Retire until that day, that moment, you feel inspired

Like saying, you don’t have to love your spouse if you feel tired,

If you get bored, if it’s all old, if you lose your fire, it’s ok to love’s flame retire

But listen, partner, they’re dealing lies to us, love is more than just feeling

That over-the-moon, hit-the-ceiling, cloud-nine, kind of feeling

And inspiration is more than just the urge, the moment, the whimsical feeling

Of dullness peeling, high-hand dealing, light bulbs on in your ceiling

What turns the moonstruck lovers into good old timers?

Not looks, personalities, or matching souls, tis choice the binder

Choice to love, in sickness and health, poverty and wealth

No matter what is felt, no matter what life’s hand is dealt

Choice is in the middle. Like the strings of a fiddle

You can’t make a stringless fiddle go ‘hey diddle diddle.

It’s the glue that binds, the bands that tie

The only way to make love stand the test of time

What is it that separates the best from rest?

The fact that their inspiration was what brought them ahead?

An inspiration that didn’t come from feelings but from the head?

The inspiration that compels one to write despite being all but dead?

The understanding that inspiration is the state of being breathed upon?

And till the moment we pass to the world beyond we can the blank canvas breathe on?

What if inspiration is not what they’ve been telling, some moody feeling

Coming and going, ravelling, unravelling, leaving us reeling

But from the moment we start breathing we are capable of inspiring

If we would just learn to be breathing into the things which we are aspiring

And maybe, like the tiny ember can become a flame if we breath the right way

If one day we could learn to control our inspiration that way

We could start a fire that others see and aspire

And because of our choice, we then others do inspire?

Do you want to be inspired? Do you want to feel the fire

Are you tired of living in the mire? Do you want to get a little higher?

Then turn off the phone, sit yourself on your own all alone

And keep going until you bring yourself to the place you call home

Don’t wait for the feeling,a moment that’s appealing

A passing gust of wind, a temporary fixing

But become the master, the captain of the mind

Learn to breath life into dying fires and maybe you will find

That as you make your choice again and again and again

Your inspiration is always present, right until the end.

You can breathe life into the blight, light into the night

When inspiration becomes choice, it’s an unstoppable light

GZ

Note to the reader:

Do you want to write? Go sit down with a pen and paper and MAKE yourself write. Do you want love to last? Then throw all you have in, and when you don’t feel like loving, CHOOSE to love anyway. Do you want to master any skill? Then do it AGAIN and AGAIN until you are the master of it, regardless what you feel.

Extraordinary Will

Victory doth not belong to those who are fastest

Neither is it taken by the strongest.

Those who seize are those who grind.

Regardless how weak, they hang on inside.

There are those stronger

There are those who are greater

But if they won’t do, what good is their skill?

Ordinary skill, extraordinary will.

I don’t care who you are, how rich, or strong

I’ll still be standing when you’re long gone.

I might stumble and fall, many times more

But I’ll rise back up until you finally fall.

I will out-work you. I will outlast you.

I will take all the hits, and still win the war