Tim Miner's Musings

Many people seem 2 give up trying 2 grow in difficult areas and times.  Perhaps, they've suffered so many defeats n failures...that they think they'll never make any progress in their life.  They bemoan their glorious past.  They loathe & scorn their failures and mistakes they've done.  They live today cautious unnecessarily.   They dread for tomorrow, their future seems bleak.  They are simply helpless, by  Allowing yesterday's failures hamper their tomorrow's efforts.  To move out of this desolation, there is need for one's refocussing, re-evaluation & re-strategising in life!  One has to look at the problem...whatever it may ...through  'new eyes'.  To see it as an Opportunity for Constructive Restoration  rather than  Ongoing Deterioration!  A new attitude that bears wonderful results!  As we try to bring new life & improvements to our 'decayed' sections of life; GOD is a factor.  We seek HIM through focussed prayers & doing H

When the prison doors’ hinges did rust and creak… Grooming my tache, when the lubricious door-sills roll? Run of the mill…basal emotions. Walls breathing, Squitoes feasting, cold comfort, deafening silence… Grappling in the dark room…homely countenances on walls, my “Solitude” on the pedestal.      Tick-toking.  Entangled forever? Doors locked, I shackled.      I long to whiff limbate carnations once more like a bee-fly, in nectarines. Ice-cake? Bizarre rum? Honey-Pie?  Sweet-tooth. Savory of deceit?      Like you… Roam, rove freely like yesterday… Run, speeds notwithstanding, to wherever I may. Fly high up and above, If only on wings, to distances yet to be known, like an eagle. Creep and wiggle to depths unidentified. Swim upstream, in the seas unknown In the unseemly undercurrents; Half seas over. Now and not forever. In my homeland, reverently lie on the lawns. Oil my pistons, tame my ground and trim my hedge. Ingeniously Yoked. Am