“Decay” is a spot
on description for my blogging! It’s like i smudged some paint over my blog’s canvas and hung it somewhere that I couldn’t even recall its position! NAICE!
On my defense it was somewhat intentional…but hey! i’m not here to rant about this white flag failure of mine! haha!
I’M BLIND! yes, folks. It’s official. Blind and broken, so much so that I walk into the tiang (Malay for “pole”) every single time when I perceived to have my pacing all worked out perfectly. – Oh! This can be much of a waste of time for you, so you can choose to be captivated by my abstract rubbish *smiles* or go off back to your facebook-ing – You get up feeling all pious and pure, then somethings fall like broken off tree branches in the midst of the torrents in your life right before your path.Walking, sometimes running, so enduring-ly with a passionate assurance that you’re in the face of His fruitful enlightenment, the Enemy slams the door in making his intrusion known, smack right in front of your eyes. What comes to mind instantly? Going for the Sword? But how confident are you to bet on your mastery in wielding it and slashing sins? Your mustard seed of faith MUST BE constantly on the growing scale, stemming to a greater inch of steel-like Shield of Faith. I observed that the simple yet sophisticated act of believing in God holistically is, to me, the greatest miracle tank that I can be and drive in this world’s terrain.

How accurate it was when Spoken of him [the Archnemesis] and of his deceitful character from its crown to its toes, from its breath to
its words! The devil never did, has not and never will change. Permanent, he never contemplated sleep as an option in its seniority of articulating its pleasurable propaganda to the pinnas of this population. His widespread predating on everyone over the ages should induce so much of intimidation! Yet evidently, worryingly, this is not so. Life is too short to live in and live out this world.
What [really] is life to you?
What sort of freedom are you living for?
Will you be restless until your life is worth publishing for decades to come?
Black and white,
the color goes for the words I type.
My perception tells of a story,
a tale four-walled by smiles and smooth journeys.
Love saw that, and motivated Himself to rain down ink,
smudging the red reality over my peaceful pink.
Forceful as it can come,
still, what more to expect from such a huge loving arm?
The Author, to me, the Artist,
He can do as He please,
I pray He authors my eyes blind,
that lust and pride may flee as the desire for Him I find.
Oh, how dearly I want myself in the timeless canyon,
Eternally sensible to you, sculptured with perfect vision.
Man, it feels good to have your life written out.
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