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Hmm, well? I really want to put something in the basket. Sometimes things come to me, sometimes I simply have to force the issue. The irritating thing is that contest is interesting to me. My problem is that my muse has abandoned me. It isn't really the pain, or down, it's just what it is. Still, I have written several. Just to say I did something. I am hoping for something better to pop, but it may not be possible? Creativity, in any area, is a rare thing. Even if you can see the solution, you can't always put the pieces together with what is given, or stretch the givens. These are what I was able to cobble together and put up. I am still hoping for something better.
Feel the pain of body.
Enter oblivion quick-
Spring in each skip-step!
The stork grabs the frog,
Into the beak, down throat-
Not so fast, Charlie.
I had thought about the following, or something like it. I dunno. I'll keep thinking.
Doctors imply death.
The body shows signs of grave-
And yet life springs wild!
The first is simply today. While I have managed to back the pain off, I have taken it merely from nearly crippling to an always fiery, rhythmically fluctuating, assault on my senses. And, I got on with my day. I have even enjoyed my little day to a small degree. The last was based on the memory of a cartoon drawing that has been a theme from before I saw the cartoon. The caption is usually "Never give up!". From what I have seen in my life, whether you live or die can absolutely come down to holding on when all seems lost. You would be absolutely amazed at just what I have been through. I can only imagine how many stories there are out there of people who made it when most would not have by choosing to live.
Actually, it reminds me of something that has been on my mind of late, on a rather different, if roughly associated, topic. While many, Christians at least, believe that there was a war in heaven, I have some serious doubts. Actually, I have some doubts about a war, as such, at all. Sure, there is the notion that there are angels in heaven to bear terrible weapons to this very day (at least to that writing, but I haven't seen that suspended since). This too has an explanation.
I do not believe Satan and the fallen literally battled with the heavenly host. Certainly, in any case, not in heaven. Why? Well, in heaven, is God. I have a great difficulty imagining, that in the presence of God, one even could fight against God's will. It would be very much like a criminal, seeing a police officer, or group of them (to more better convey the notion), and committing a serious crime right in front of them. While that latter is still possible, and even probable in a very odd world, in a state where there is shame, even simple public propriety, a real understanding of the law, and some other things, as heaven truly exists, such a thing is less than unthinkable and nigh onto impossible.
As for the various angels and demons fighting in other places? My issue here is that I think the will of God is so powerful that an angel doing God's bidding... wars with certainty, truth, reality. Even ones who where the most potent of angels, who fall away from that, are not capable of standing up to that. The most humble angel in heaven carries graces the greatest demon cannot challenge. How did they war? Most likely through discourse. Much like the bad-seed child approaches the good lad, a demon would choose to attempt to get the angel to 'see the light'. He would offer things seemingly of value, or peer pressure, or simply offer temptations. No, I don't believe there was a terrible war, of the sort men wage.
How is this related to persistence, choosing to live at break-neck speeds then doing something, and all? Well? It has to do with life, flesh, spirit, eternal, being about choice. Our personal war with death or an angel's decision to... live... That is, to stay with God. It is all about choices. Now, whether the angels truly did war, or whether we always get that choice? All I know is that I believe as I do, in spite of being a warrior. And that I will choose life, every time, feebly as that is at times. Just odd things, theory, maybe.
Good night.
Enter oblivion quick-
Spring in each skip-step!
The stork grabs the frog,
Into the beak, down throat-
Not so fast, Charlie.
I had thought about the following, or something like it. I dunno. I'll keep thinking.
Doctors imply death.
The body shows signs of grave-
And yet life springs wild!
The first is simply today. While I have managed to back the pain off, I have taken it merely from nearly crippling to an always fiery, rhythmically fluctuating, assault on my senses. And, I got on with my day. I have even enjoyed my little day to a small degree. The last was based on the memory of a cartoon drawing that has been a theme from before I saw the cartoon. The caption is usually "Never give up!". From what I have seen in my life, whether you live or die can absolutely come down to holding on when all seems lost. You would be absolutely amazed at just what I have been through. I can only imagine how many stories there are out there of people who made it when most would not have by choosing to live.
Actually, it reminds me of something that has been on my mind of late, on a rather different, if roughly associated, topic. While many, Christians at least, believe that there was a war in heaven, I have some serious doubts. Actually, I have some doubts about a war, as such, at all. Sure, there is the notion that there are angels in heaven to bear terrible weapons to this very day (at least to that writing, but I haven't seen that suspended since). This too has an explanation.
I do not believe Satan and the fallen literally battled with the heavenly host. Certainly, in any case, not in heaven. Why? Well, in heaven, is God. I have a great difficulty imagining, that in the presence of God, one even could fight against God's will. It would be very much like a criminal, seeing a police officer, or group of them (to more better convey the notion), and committing a serious crime right in front of them. While that latter is still possible, and even probable in a very odd world, in a state where there is shame, even simple public propriety, a real understanding of the law, and some other things, as heaven truly exists, such a thing is less than unthinkable and nigh onto impossible.
As for the various angels and demons fighting in other places? My issue here is that I think the will of God is so powerful that an angel doing God's bidding... wars with certainty, truth, reality. Even ones who where the most potent of angels, who fall away from that, are not capable of standing up to that. The most humble angel in heaven carries graces the greatest demon cannot challenge. How did they war? Most likely through discourse. Much like the bad-seed child approaches the good lad, a demon would choose to attempt to get the angel to 'see the light'. He would offer things seemingly of value, or peer pressure, or simply offer temptations. No, I don't believe there was a terrible war, of the sort men wage.
How is this related to persistence, choosing to live at break-neck speeds then doing something, and all? Well? It has to do with life, flesh, spirit, eternal, being about choice. Our personal war with death or an angel's decision to... live... That is, to stay with God. It is all about choices. Now, whether the angels truly did war, or whether we always get that choice? All I know is that I believe as I do, in spite of being a warrior. And that I will choose life, every time, feebly as that is at times. Just odd things, theory, maybe.
Good night.
What I notice about these particular haiku, is that despite the initial negativity, there is hope in the end. I suppose that might be part of being persistent.
ReplyDeleteOh, for what and who I am, what I have seen, done, and been through? I can tell you this one thing for absolute certain. Hope is not just for the lost, those who are irrevocably at the end. It is very much a living thing. And that is precisely what I aimed to present with the poems.
ReplyDeleteHope is eternal. Right up to death. Further, it is my belief, that it doesn't end there. Eternal.