If only you were sober

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If only you were sober
you would remember
we sang our hearts out
to the Beatles
Sunday night
my legs across yours
like there’s no tomorrow

we sneaked into the rooftop
to hell with the curfew
and watched the neighbors up
in the middle of night

you blew my mind with The Fight Club
and Al Pacino
your army fist
and regal surf boards

we flew a kite before noon
in a restricted field alone

you knocked me off my feet
with prayers and meditations
with business and calculations

two beautiful beings kissed through the static
of Jack Johnson music

I saw the best and worst of you
stood by your side
knowing I could die

twenty-two weeks were the greatest
adventures of my life thus far
I told you
you are a legend
in ways more than one

a page has turned for us
neither of us could tell

people come and go
could you stay this time, anyhow?

Afterwards

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Morning and Evening Daily Devotional by C.H. Spurgeon May, 18 (Evening) Devotion “Afterward.” Hebrews 12:11 How happy are tried Christians, afterwards. No calm more deep than that which succeeds a storm. Who has not rejoiced in clear shinings after rain? Victorious banquets are for well-exercised soldiers. After killing the lion we eat the honey; after climbing the Hill Difficulty, we sit down in the arbour to rest; after traversing the Valley of Humiliation, after fighting with Apollyon, the shining one appears, with the healing branch from the tree of life. Our sorrows, like the passing keels of the vessels upon the sea, leave a silver line of holy light behind them “afterwards.” It is peace, sweet, deep peace, which follows the horrible turmoil which once reigned in our tormented, guilty souls. See, then, the happy estate of a Christian! He has his best things last, and he therefore in this world receives his worst things first. But even his worst things are “afterward” good things, harsh ploughings yielding joyful harvests. Even now he grows rich by his losses, he rises by his falls, he lives by dying, and becomes full by being emptied; if, then, his grievous afflictions yield him so much peaceable fruit in this life, what shall be the full vintage of joy “afterwards” in heaven? If his dark nights are as bright as the world’s days, what shall his days be? If even his starlight is more splendid than the sun, what must his sunlight be? If he can sing in a dungeon, how sweetly will he sing in heaven! If he can praise the Lord in the fires, how will he extol him before the eternal throne! If evil be good to him now, what will the overflowing goodness of God be to him then? Oh, blessed “afterward!” Who would not be a Christian? Who would not bear the present cross for the crown which cometh afterwards? But herein is work for patience, for the rest is not for today, nor the triumph for the present, but “afterward.” Wait, O soul, and let patience have her perfect work. Daily Bible and Devotional for Women – http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=daily.bible.for.woman

Proverbs 31:10-31

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Who can find a wife of noble character? She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will not lack anything good. She rewards him with good, not evil, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax and works with willing hands. She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from far away. She rises while it is still night and provides food for her household and portions for her female servants. She evaluates a field and buys it; she plants a vineyard with her earnings. She draws on her strength and reveals that her arms are strong. She sees that her profits are good, and her lamp never goes out at night. She extends her hands to the spinning staff, and her hands hold the spindle. Her hands reach out to the poor, and she extends her hands to the needy. She is not afraid for her household when it snows, for all in her household are doubly clothed. She makes her own bed coverings; her clothing is fine linen and purple. Her husband is known at the city gates, where he sits among the elders of the land. She makes and sells linen garments; she delivers belts to the merchants. Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the time to come. Her mouth speaks wisdom, and loving instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the activities of her household and is never idle. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also praises her: “Many women have done noble deeds, but you surpass them all!” Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord will be praised. Give her the reward of her labor, and let her works praise her at the city gates.

Dear Afterlife,

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It was wonderful back there
I met with people and ideas
and pain and madness

And tasted whiskey
on the rocks
40% 125ml that slowed my speech
down by .25
and two-week-old beer
of honey-lemon-bread
fresh from the counter

It was surprising back there
I was told I am pretty below
500 women on the planet
not bad to count the million trans

It was ironic too
to start with liquor
and end with rice

and wasted a day like college
caffeine at 5

oh Dear Afterlife,
is there a way back?

Agosto

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ipinaalala sakin ng ulan ang agosto
kung kailan dumaan ka sa landas ko

mamasa-masa at malamig ang lagay
sa luha at lungkot ng buhay

dalawa kayong saki’y nagbigay-linaw
sa pag-iisa ko’y pumukaw
may pag-asang natanaw
si Kristo at ikaw

sabi nila, tao ay dalawang beses kung magkatagpo
noon ay agosto
pagkikita nating muli
inaabangan ko

Sa iyong braso

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naalimpungatan sa gabing natutulog
napagtantong pisngi ko’y nakapatong
sa braso mong mapagkanlong

ganoon pala ang pakiramdam
mahimlay sa piling mo
kahit sa panaginip lang

mabatid ang iyong pagtanggap
sa sarili kong kahamak-hamak

malungkot man o naiiyak
sa iyong braso mapayapang nakalagak