Ghost Writer Insomnis Poems

Sometimes we need to explore a situation wearing the shoes of opposition; tattered and worn we begin to understand a reason to search and rescue the vantage point of truth, from a diverse perspective.

Rarely believe only that which you see, for the element of surprise exists whether you see it or not, experience it or not, even participate in it or not. Now, how to transcend the great chasm between our willful desires. We create by the way we see life, respectively. Is it any wonder our journeys are so diametrically opposed? Well then, carefully guide me as a newborn craving nourishment, to the milk of a new philosophy; to your special place where eyes have not seen, nor foot tread upon. We've taken desire on a path beyond all indiscretion and into a reawakening, in a world comatose to the truth.
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Once in a blue lunar eclipse man contends with the demons of his grim existence. Newly born, awakening redemption from the solitude of his fragmented heart emerges the conception of God. It may happen while staring death in the face, or exchanging the love One can only hope for in a lifetime. The knowledge freedom brings when you know that you know there is a God; and the time wasted attempting to figure out a concept made simple enough for a child to understand.. The Main event draws neigh, be prepared not late...

A compelling issue about those who alter their guise, its become a natural position to conceal themselves and/or their intentions. The mask is perfectly proportioned, concealing the truth to appear convincing, as it assimilates the ruse of the masked, well. The game is played to an ineffectual means as the players become more comfortable with deception then reality. The heart reveals the mask none the less, and urges against such use. A show of integrity will remove it before others so all can live and learn by its example. Who one 'really' is, exacts the truth be told; so allow your true character to shine no matter who brings in the darkness. You will either be honored or dishonored in the minds of most on how well you lived a genuine or shrouded life. Earned respect belongs to those who refuse to wear a mask at all costs, and so disavows the reason others may choose to wear one. The lead to remove this comfortable disguise will sting a bit, but the following freedom is genuinely rewarding, ask your heart.....
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My Friend has my back..... sometimes we stumble over the connecting link joining us in covenant. Somewhere lost in the confusion is our own little world we attempt to control without a rudder. Now and here lies our journey. Take time enough to care I'm told it is the essence of fulfillment. So many issues struggle to survive drowning in a sea of indifference, so little effort so little time.
Draw close without hesitation to feel the The Masters heart pulsating with the assurance of eternity, how can anyone ever leave the love that bled out for them unconditionally?
Faith calls to me daily in expectation of His will, a world overwhelming and desiring, strange treasures captivate me still. Yield your heart give rest to the weary, time is short desolation never tarries. My best friend reveals a bridge from my shattered life into the palm of His hand where the healing of my world first began. I live each day to trust Him in a different way, to find and honor him as a friend who saved my life and that I can never repay.
Peace is the reward of His friendship. He promotes the genuine in their determined search for life. His love is our example of truth, a favored bride and wife.
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Life without God is:
Hopeless, Faithless and Loveless,
For the Love of God, The World Exists...
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Outside my dream the spirit calls me to leave,
come back from this toxic journey so that you may breathe,
For Him that watches over my every breath,
I give my heart, my mind, my soul unto the call of death.
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NIGHT - A SLEEPLESS INTERLUDE -
MORNING - A WISH I WASN’T THERE,
QUESTIONING MY EXISTENCE - A DOGMA -
NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE,
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Boredom, a state of mind and a battle.
A contagion feeding upon our pain, hurt, sorrow, despair, uncertainty, distrust, anger, etc. etc... Like a virus, if allowed to mutate it will learn the ways of its host, displaying awesome survival techniques capable of adaptation. Confusion becomes a high priority to gain control of your thoughts, consumed, jaded and suspect. Unchecked the battle initiates a sequence of events deceptively suggesting one to abandon all hope. Never allow superficial trials a place of deepening intrigue into your life!

Your life belongs to only One,
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Consider no stipend
monetary or otherwise;
Nothing is worth the regret
of ultimate compromise?
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Can you discern the freedom of unbarring your soul to the only One who asks nothing in return, but love. What can we offer back but our trust and fears?
One day we will weep no more for we will have given Him both unashamedly.

Truth creates a meaning for our dreams. Ask the questions I may have missed. Write, scribble, highlight, document, journalise, whatever! Get the point across! Do not allow limitations, for life will not hesitate to pass you by.
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