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To reach a goal that no one knows, To think the unthinkable but watch it grow, To reach a level unimaginable to the naked eye, But what is pleasurable to the natural mind. To strive to be alive oh what a time to be alive all I want to do is Strive!

To reach a goal that no one knows, To think the unthinkable but watch it grow, To reach a level unimaginable to the naked eye, But what is pleasurable to the natural mind. To strive to be alive oh what a time to be alive all I want to do is Strive!

Be real is back in full poetic mode,
(And resolves to write a stanza per day)*,
Now off the drink, his verse is no more slow'd,
By hangovers, (which caused him much dismay);-
A poetic castle - his fair abode,
(And he wouldn't have it any other way);
So get ready, now, for another spiel;-
From the CS poet called lovecanbereal.

That's, to say, (of course), me, myself, and I;
It's why I voice my verse in the first person,
So you can have confessional poetry;
(Yes, indeed, that's what I voice my verse in);
As memories are drawn from my mind's eye;
And I'll not let the alcoholic curse win;
I now address the world and my fine nation;-
With verses that are fit for publication.

I've lived a life that I don't regret;
Does anyone read poetry today?
To write this down, before I just forget;
Another soul that dies and fades away;
For modern times you must have a vignette;
Readers wouldn't have it another way;
Attention span is short now - like our dreams;-
Getting shorter, all the time - or so it seems.

I would that I could write here with more space;
Although I must abbreviate my verse;
Maintaining rhyme, integrity, and grace;
Is brevity a modern poet's curse?
The outline of my story, I must trace;
To tell the truth for better, or for worse;
That's if I - (your poet and narrator);-
Can remember all that happened then, and later.

And just what is it, I will write of next?
Well, subjects - they are many - and incredible;
When I was young, I was quite highly sexed;
(Although I am now, these days, more cerebral);
And at peace with myself - no longer vexed;
By the things on this earth labeled 'terrible';
By being happy with what one does have;-
I'll never be, no more, just passion's slave.

Casting off the chains - alcohol and dr*gs;
And ev'ry morning, now, my mind does thank me;
Before, I'd down the glass to lees and dregs;
John Barleycorn would sneak up then and tank me;
Then crawling on the floor, passed out on rugs;
Before the morning's black coffee would crank me;
To a new day's destruction overwrought;-
If I had money, then alcohol I bought.

The anecdotes will still flow from my pen;-
My indiscretions make compelling muse;
Back and forwards in time 'tween now and then;
For I've gone and lit the poetic fuse;
Improvements in perception of my ken;
Makes for verse that no reader can refuse;
I'll tell of instances of impropriety;-
Now crystallized in mem'ry, by sobriety.

So Bereal's been sober, now, for a year;
Never will he waver, or relapse;
Not touching whisky, wine, or a beer;
That brought him close, to a state of collapse;
His mind works best without boozes' veneer;
In a heatwave, he may have an ale, perhaps;
But only for emergency hydration;-
Of fluids, lost by heat, in this hot nation!**



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“We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed – in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.”
(1 Cor. 15: 51 & 52)



I don’t want to be asleep
When Jesus returns,
But I don’t want to be too wired either.
I want to be
in the background of everything,
But with a clear view
of all things so I could take it all in...

When Jesus returns
I want to be
able to manage the AWE At His MAJESTY
that I’m bound to feel,
And the shame of my simplicity that is bound to show,
In the presence
of His Divine Greatness...

I want to be
with the chosen of God
Who struggled, but soared
because of His Grace,
Who lived for the day that they would see Jesus face to face,
I want to be there on that great day
When Jesus returns...

Once upon a time when you were you and I was I,
and nothing grew, and noone knew, when the still was
all there was, what oh what could we do?
Then we found a way, to release and be, the you
and the me,
To create something new, hidden in view, actors
all, stand or fall, to be or not to be,
It was always you, it was always me!

I am woman
I am happy and content
I am she who embraces
Those who are in need
I am woman

Forced to study
Mathematics
I forced myself

To force that force
Of useless poetry
From my mind

The Beauty
Highest
Escalon the

Power
Of
Elegance in Her
Majesty

The paradoxical
And insoluble
Nature of her Voids
Has left me broken

Yet the finesse
Of her axiomatic
Logic is still
Beautiful

I stared too long
And hard
Into that
Abyss

And I am broken
And yet remade
By the Logic
Of the Great Men

Now I sometimes
Read her again
And find that
I still love her


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I’m A Sister
A Daughter
A Slave
An Heiress
A Priestess
A Follower
A Fool.


Yes, A Saint
A Servant
A Steward
A Helper
A Teacher
A Leader
A Tool.

I am all these, and more,
Thanks to my Saviour.
So tell me now...
WHO ARE YOU?

ARE YOU HAPPY ? I'M JUST DEALING.
DEALING WITH WHAT ? LIFE, EMOTIONAL, JUST UNSURE.
LIFE ? WHAT'S GOING ON ? WHY YOU EMOTIONAL ? HOW DO YOU FEEL ? UMM LIKE A ROLLER COASTER UP AND DOWN.
UNSURE ? OF WHAT ? THE PATH I'M TRAVELING ON.
TRY TO CHANGE YOUR PATH ? I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND.
WHO HOLDS YOUR HAND ON THIS PATH ? NO ONE IM GUIDED BY THE LORD.

A goat or two is good for you;
They're better than Ayn Rand;
The Lord (you say) made all these goats;-
When he made the sand.

Well, your beliefs, are your beliefs;
And my beliefs are mine;
All I say, is love these goats;-
Until the end of time.

Whether one believes or not;
(It is a tricky thing);
Though, if one loves a goat enough;-
Your heart will truly sing!


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