PROVERBS : 18:1
“Whoever isolates himself seeks his own desire; he breaks out against all sound judgment”
I look BACK 10 YEARS, A TOAST ON CHRISTMAS'S MOST
What is realized and preferred and it is absurd how un-trite it is, the word, the cliche, that family and friends and love is everything
today, everyday
My head hurts, my heart is broken, and my spirit feels strengthened alive
In touch with
The rush with
That which gives me life
Hallelujah
Despite the wounds and perhaps because of them
I am not cheapened
how much whatever the enemy does to pry into the doubts that contribute to the gasps for air needed and or necessary?
What can reflect,
At times interjected by minds full of shit
Declare regret, apathy, nihilism, and horror
Horrible
How silly, its tendency’s trip.
When what has proved, what moved, what is REAL!
What won’t be let to slip into darkness
THE HAND OF GRACE
Holding
a christian moment crying on the stairs
How grateful
Thank you god.
I find myself in a world having achieved my dreams,
And yet how many gifts remain under the tree
In duress
In the book the Alchemist the protagonist is told
“A blessing that goes unused becomes a curse”
And so I say honestly
The worst part of my life
Is that pain
That is produced from call it shame, call it fear, call it foolishness and folly
Whatever its detail. It will not prevail to prevent what has always been meant to happen.
The seed that was sewn to fruit.
Father Turbo says
Our talents are unequal in quantity
But equal in quality
He also says heaven doesn’t have refrigerators
And so your gifts, your fruit, cannot be let to spoil
YOU MUST DO THE THING YOU ARE MEANT TO
AND BY WAY OF FAITH ENTRUSTING THAT MIRACLE MY LIFE IS AT A TIME AND PLACE
AND SPACE
THAT I
Am most capable
Of doing
What I can
to wrench the towel
Of talent
Soaked in the wet
That god bet on me
My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas. And I honestly couldn’t think of anything because materially I had everything I could need right now.
On Christmas my mom gave me
A SAGE STICK
A SHIRT SHE MADE ON AMAZON THAT SAID 11:11
AND NEW FRESH NICE PAIRS OF SOCKS
As a kid I could have frowned on new socks being my gift, As an adult I cried because I love fresh nice socks. And those gifts were perfect for me.
Equal in quality
I am inspired.
I am aware.
I am daring to do it.
There is a concept in body building called “ACHIEVING FAILURE”
When you just push the last reps you can, you don’t give up, you go past the edge, you empty yourself.
So in 2026 that’s what I aim to do. TO NO LONGER HIDE OR HAVE IT BURIED.
To empty my talents, and do it as well as I can, for the purposes of all that I am, for what’s meant for me to offer, to receive, to become and bloom
And if god wills it have room one day for a family of my own.
BRANDON
AKA LOVESPAC3