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Let the pen flow
breaking the skin
Ink and blood mix
Stopping the pounding
of my head and heart
Oh, sweet sense of relief!
 3d Jay Jelly
Nosy
Why must I be within your heart
This hurts as I wanted to leave,
When with eternity you grow,
And every fare declines way.

This could mean I shall stay,
But for whom,
Just for you.
Chýbaš mi
He remembered a detail—
just one.

And somehow that was enough…

to make up for everything he forgot.
You can spend your time listening to and remembering things about someone but there is no guarantee they will do the same for you.
Let not our hearts be troubled, as we wait upon the Lord.
Help us not to stumble,in case we fail to rise.
Help us not to exalt ourselves, lest we be taken down.
Help us not to remove  our eyes from you,
Lest You turn your face the other way.
Help us not to close our ears, lest from you we do not hear.
Help us to know our sins, that righteousness we do not esteem as our own.
Help us always to see the needs of others, so we may give a lending hand.
Help us not to faulter
but to seek you while you may be found.
Turn not Your back from us because it is your pity we require.
Do not harden Your heart against us because sheoul is not a place we  seek.
But make us now a written  letter and place us in Your heart.
Seal us with Your signet ring and in there will I abide.
Trying to get through
Simplicity
A simple smile to light up the face of a stranger.
A simple word that sparks off laughter.
A simple gesture to put someone at ease.
A simple move that brings joy to another.
A simple action with no driving force behind it.
A simple request that doesn't bring anger.
If simplicity could grab us, let us just remain simple.
Then the world will no longer be so complicated.
So let us just strive to be simple.
As simplicity brings us to our knees.
The Devil
Doesn’t tear you down
He builds you up
Until

You believe you can
Do it alone
Then he smiles
As you fall

And you always fall
A dot on the far
left side of the page—

that is where I started,
and a dot on the far

right side—where I am
now, and a dot for each

detour that was made,
and when all the dots

are connected the
image formed is of

a wounded man
with one leg, and a

broken crutch, limping
toward the future.
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