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Of Time…


Of Time…. – lamentations in poetry.xyldrae.com


10 Shots of Sunset in 9 Different Places

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“If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.”-G.K. Chesterson


Xonnette*Soul is now up!

On what expense does a man bare his soul
to a woman he does not intend to keep?
And on what expense does a man keep
a woman he does not intend to bare his soul with?

Excerpts from On What Expense.

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O-oh!!! I’ve Tangled the Spider’s Web While It Was Building It!

On 2010-02-10 – Wednesday, approximately 6:30a.m.

I was about to go outside our house when my peripheral view caught the stunning sight of a spider web and focus rendered it too huge to just pass by that anyone who wants to get out of the house must destroy the web. I stayed inside then and just gazed at the live works of God – A spider and its unique design which is its home-building ecology based on spider webs that only they can produce. It was a work in progress. I took a video but in the process of panning through the threads, destroyed the unfinished spider’s home unintentionally. 😦 Sorry.

As a freak of nature, I fear revenge. But then again, what’s more important is the question “What is God telling me in this rare experience?” Thus, the following thoughts:

– REMINDER: We ought to be keen with our surroundings and senses in order to not miss the beauty of God in His creations.

– We ought to be careful WHERE WE BUILD OUR HOME. The spider built its home where it was bound to be destroyed necessarily for others to be able to live their lives.

– Sometimes, we just randomly do things that are in the way of others. And being so, complications become inevitable.

– People will come and go. Sometimes, those who do, in the process, destroys something. But when God allows something to be destroyed, it’s to put you in place. Because the spider’s home was destroyed, it should then know better than to build a home in front of a human’s gate. Thus, learn and rebuild… in the right time and place.

– Building something grand requires redundant procedures such as the spider’s going round and round in circles to weave its home. Well… students’ academic routines build a grown up, qualified for larger responsibilities. Going to work every day builds a professional productively contributing to society. Stuff like that but what else? Perhaps we must reflect on our redundant routines and review whether they are necessary for greater things. Another redundant routine is our virtual activities. What good do they do? Many, of course, but not all of them are actually on to something good.

God speaks to us in many ways. For me, this is one of them.


DECONSTRUCTING JIM MORRISON (Prose to lay off that Cinderella poem and elaborate a facebook profile pic description)

People have claimed that at the climax of Jim Morrison’s “mockery on God”, God took his life. He died.

Perhaps people say that upon perceiving some unconventional poetry of his such as this segment of one of his works:


And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night

eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean

Is it rolling, God

in the Persian Night?

On that, all I can say is this:

“In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these: a righteous man perishing in his righteousness, and a wicked man living long in his wickedness.” – Ecclesiastes 7:15

At first I thought Jim Morisson is an anti-Christ. But the more I read his works, poetry… the more I see and feel him seeking Christ. Besides, he most wrote His name with the appropriate capital letters, one thing that requires absolute belief and great reverence. Afterall… he speaks of the garden of Eden as he admits the worst he is in… and desperate to return… (“God’s strength is best seen in our weaknesses” says most people)… He pleads as a true believer:


“There’s a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born

Now I’m a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden

Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you’re gone

& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden

A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world

Where friends do lie and drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens”

– excerpts from his “PARIS JOURNAL”

“I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.”
– Proverbs 8:17

I do not know Jim Morrison personally. But from his genius works, lamentations perhaps, this Light I’ve found.

I use his poem TIME WORKS LIKE ACID in this profile picture:

Xyldrae's most judged Profile Picture on Facebook

TIME WORKS LIKE ACID – Jim Morrison

Time works like acid
Stained eyes
You see time fly

The face changes as the heart beats
& breathes

We are not constant
We are an arrow in flight
The sum of the angles of change

Her face changed in the car
eyes & skin & hair remain
the same. But a hundred similar
girls succeed each other

…because it says many different things, good and bad, challenging the perciever to behold God’s and man’s art, one of the two, or something plain superficial to be taken in a worldly manner. And perceptions change every second as sights do, even still photographs… Herein, “a hundred similar girls succeed each other”.

I only look down on people to understand their worst, and through their overcoming, behold their best whether the best has taken form or not.

Jim Morrison (from wikipedia.org)

By the way… I’m driven to write about Jim Morrison after a poetry-reading session with my Babes, Sherylene De La Cruz. We understand these things perfectly together, discussions unnecessary. After reading each other random works of his, epiphanies, we came up with our own scribbles:

THREE STEPS


As the wind blows, my knees weakened
and found myself in prayer.
The elements cast our heads bowed-
celestial inclination
after shrinking’s end
Off to the tunnel of glory
casting away all the fury – Let there be
drought for deep awakening!

SOME KIND OF FUNERAL


Dirge for the superficial will,
The sheep,
The crab,
The maggots,
And the geniuses in ghost-disguise.
A funeral for the
Abortionists
Of Art,
Of Life

Look for that insight
Embedded on the estranged heart.
Be it welcomed. Nourished. Flourished.
No digging of shallow holes
Of/For the rotten.

But explore that Black Hole
That’s existence’s already to You known!

Eternity
Was and Is

Always a part of You.

BABES Poetry Night

The perfect pessimists together, digging the Light from the worst, becoming greater optimists by the hour, and optimism has no bounds.

This shall void the “laying off” part but here’s the link to the Cinderella poem (just click the sentence).