#arabaloves

[arabaloves]

Pst! Hey, you, what are you still doing inside?... You can't stay inside forever. Actually you could, but then life would just pass you by. Sometimes when you wait for the storm to pass, you step outside and all you meet is ruins, the aftermath of storm, but you hoped you would meet peace. Peace stands in the storm. She's waiting to take you through your first dance class. Go outside now, get a little wet, you'll dry off eventually and you'll be a better dancer for it😉 Happy Saturday😊 [Philippians 4:7] 💭 #ilearntthehardway #getoutside #christispeace #thinkonit #thebestdanceteacher #inspiration #arabaloves

[arabaloves]

desparagier

I’m incarcerated by your love,

When my heart you should abhor.

I’m a delusive soul,

surly, curmudgeon.

Yet i’m vindicated by your love,

your vows.

c’est desparagier

-araba

[arabaloves]

Via Dolorosa

Here we tread,

Our soles stained with treason,

Our souls choked,

the stagnant breeze, dismal. 

Here there is evil, black.

Amen.

Here the sinless, dragged 

unlawfully, shamefully, painfully,

crawled like a leper to atone. 

Atone for me, atone for you, atone for us.

Amen.

Here we tread,

Our soles stained with treason,

Our souls choked,

the stagnant breeze, dismal.

Here there is evil, black.

Here we tread,

enthralled by sin.

Neurotic, psychotic,

melancholy, angst.

The god on earth is constant,

the nexus between our life and eternal damnation,

with his obiter dictum

Offering the panacea-

‘Feed it, gratify, head-hedonist, 

just this one time, 

life’s too short to give a f*** 

suck it, touch it.'

But we’re fickle,

we fall. 

But The King forebode-

Thespians, acting as we are not.

Phantasmagoric.

Emaciated- we lack our daily bread.

Yet still, we elicit Charis,

Daily.

Yet still, we elicit Charis,

Daily.

Confined to this purgatory, 

we are imbued with Love.

Amen.

Here we tread,

Our soles stained with treason,

Our souls choked,

the stagnant breeze, dismal.

Here there is evil, black.

Still, though darkness remains our closest friend,

till our bodies corrugate,

and the anathema shatter,

May our hearts turn to Eden.

And let the moon bear witness as we tread, convulsed, chanting:

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; 

come quickly from above; 

write thy new name upon my heart, 

thy new, best name of Love.

Shalom.

-araba

[arabaloves]

...complain about the chair you sitting on                                              

when I've been standing long.

Complain about the car you drive

when i've been walking long.

-araba 

[arabaloves]

Something about the moon,

so lonely, yet

she smiles, she shines,

even when the clouds come

she's patient still, not going out,

not shining as bright but dimmer still

she smiles, she shines.

she's queenly,

quiet as she but beholding majesty

the night sky still remains her stage,

she is her spotlight, she's bold,

but she's not hers, she leaves and returns at his call,

but she does so, still with grace,

she smiles, she shines.

-araba