You are Loved

You are loved beyond what you see

Far beyond what you perceive

Out there, in brightest day and darkest night

Burns the undying fire of love’s might

Caressing you as you go to sleep

Wiping away the tears you weep

Picking up the pieces of your broken heart

Pieces you never realised had fallen apart

Putting them back together so you can breathe

Mending your heart so it can again beat.

Why do you run? Why do you hide?

Why carry on? Why say love you won’t find?

Why are you still searching? 

When you, love is pursuing?

If you would stop running, and let love come home

You would find the place you always belonged.

Where your sins can be covered and forgotten

And new life can be begotten.

You are loved – beyond what you know.

Fire with Fire

Romans 12:20  Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.

They hit you, so you hit back

Eye for an eye, soon we’re all blue n’ black

Tooth for a tooth, bring the force

Bring effects equal or greater than the cause

They stab you in the back

Pray to the heavens that karma gets them back

They ignore you, so you ignore them

Raise your right hand and take the pledge of silence.

They left you in the dark all alone

So in their night, you take your candle home

They sat and watched as your soul was poured out

And your blood was drunk by a merciless ground

So now you pull out the chair and watch them burn

Cheer the flames on. Isn’t that life? Isn’t it now their turn?

They brought you pain, you bring them pain

When war breaks out, who really gains?

We go to battle with our words

Over little things that are hardly a war worth

And we start with jabs, and get hit

So we hit a bit harder, just a bit.

And before we know what’s happening

We’re escalating a situation and clobbering

We go from a skirmish, throwing pebbles and stones

Arrows and spears, to war full-blown

Whence come the swords and hammers aimed for the face

Solid shields, the sickle and the mace.

Set up formations, foil and evade, flank the ranks

Call in air support, mortars, bombs and tanks.

Till finally we close quarters and pull the daggers from our vest

And plunge them into our foes beating chest

And in the heat of the moment we’ve forgotten why

This heated war we fight

But at the end, we on the ground do lie

Broken, tired, and something inside us doth die

For we, on this principle fight – the bigger stick wins the night

Fight fire with fire when you come to the fight

But nothing gets saved when you fight a fire

By lighting another fire that’s even higher

You’ll merely leave a scorched earth

Wounded souls wondering what was the worth

Broken hearts, bleeding out, everyone’s lost

Someone won the war, but with a Pyrrhic cost

If you really want to fight the fire – extinguish your flame

And introduce some water to the game

And maybe you’ll find that you can win

Without being surrounded in ashes in the end

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.

Seven-fold Band

I drew them with cords of a man, with bands of love: 
Hosea 11:4a

A threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:12b

Whether worse, or better
For poorer or richer
Be it sickness, or health
In poverty or wealth
You to love and cherish
May our love still flourish
May this love ‘tween us the tie that binds
As our two lives into one entwined
If these solemn vows I say and this wedding day
The mark of when we threw our single lives away
And as it were, we became one tied together
With a thin band of words meant to last forever –
Then may these vows, words, the binding band
That our still fragile young love demands
Be made of the finest tempered steel
To last whatever comes from left field
Fine as gold, so all they who behold
Will see our love as that to be sought
Like the high value of precious rocks
That with your blood can only be bought
May this thin band be hard as diamond
Unflinching, priceless and defiant
Yet soothing, calming, soft like the breeze
Healing wounds and carry us when weak
May this thin band, never rust nor fade
Never corrode, crack, snap, break, or age.
But through every great fire and every howling storm
Surrounded by foes or desperately alone
May this thin band stand the test of time
From this day forth that I make you mine.
And if one band to thee, not enough
Then go take six more and bind me up.
They say two bands are very hard to crack open
And a three fold cord is not easily broken
But they also say that seven is perfection
And that’s what I see when I see our reflection
So take these cords and bands in thy hands
And make our love a seven-fold band
End
Motivated by Roje
Written for Sam and Rachel on their special day.
Dedicated to every couple who desire to last forever
GZ