Faulty Memories

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Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in gray and the hardest to clearly remember?
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Shrouded
In gray
The struggle
Remains
To recall
What’s gone
Lost    
Alone
Wandering
Time passes
Gradually
To envision
A future
Lying ahead
Clear
And bright
Possibilities
Call softly
However still     
Beckons       
The past
In mists
Of my
Dark and
Faulty memories

~Mark Schutter © 2014

There May Be Days Like These

LonelinessTime to rise, meet the day and let go of yesterday.
“How are you?” they smile and say.
“Fine”, “Good”, “Ok”, you smile and say.
Truth be told, the words ring cold. If I could be so bold.
To be real, here’s the deal about how I really feel.

“I am lost inside,” I say. You stop and only stare.
“I silently cry, can’t you see the pain in my eyes?”
You walk away, seems you have nothing at all to say.
No words of care, no touch of grace or a moment to share.

I will rise, within His light and then I’ll fly alright,
My life is here, my time is now to take back what once was lost.
I look up at the sky and I shout out loud for all to hear,

“There may be days like these but,
I chose to believe and be free!”

~Mark Schutter ©2014

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

Google Auto Enhancement – Intrusion or Compliment?

These are photos I taken by me over the past few months using my Samsung Galaxy S4 phone and then auto enhanced by Google.  Now, I am the first to admit that the images are often unique and striking, some even better than the originals. Others leave me wondering what the heck and why that one?

However, I am not sure how I feel about some large corporation that has access to my personal photos to edit, manipulate and change how they desire and see fit.

Especially those of family and friends.  Why are certain photos chosen and not others?  Not to mention the videos composed of several photos put together, which I did not share any of those.  Does anyone know the why of this or is it some secret algorithms like Facebook uses? Makes me think that this may be too much of a good thing?  Is big brother watching?  Are we being manipulated?

Our every keystroke, every WordPress like and comment, every Google+ comment and plus, every Facebook like and comment, every Twitter tweet, all being captured, stored and categorized.  The technology is a wonderful tool and can truly be used for positive and noble pursuits.  I have met some wonderful people online that I otherwise would never have known. There is a power in being able to connect with people all over the world, but that power in the wrong hands… 

Where are we headed? What do you think?

THE REVERIE: MORE THAN A DAYDREAM

Mark:

New poetry project coming, be a part of it! Share your words (and heart) and encourage others. Let’s get honest and real! Thanks to the editors for kicking this off!

Originally posted on hastywords:

I am very excited to be part of this new project.  If you have a passion for poetry and want to possibly be featured in a new biannual poetic publication please check out the submission guidelines.

Laura A Lords has created a beautiful site and we have some exciting prompts coming your way to help get your creative juices flowing.

We are looking for poetry that is real, brutal, honest. We want the words you are afraid to speak out-loud. We want strong voices that cut through to the heart of the matter at hand. We want to step away from your poetry feeling a little raw. We want words that awaken emotion.

In my experience, poetry doesn’t get the attention it deserves.  Poetry is not only therapeutic but has been proven to help heal us in some visible and not so visible ways. Please consider sharing and getting involved.

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Walking the Path

The PathI hold a vision, from here to there
Where I can see, things of memory
The path lays before me, shining crystal clear
As shadows dance, silently on the fringe
Overcome by desires, that scamper quickly away
While standing still, falls a single rolling tear
One small drop, that holds all my fears
A haunting serenade, redemptive love infringes
Beckons a safe passage, to another world
Where angels play, beyond the undiscovered
Grace reaches softly, no heart left untouched
The broken places, cracks desperately patched
This is where the light, shines into the pain
A question wells up within, as deep calls to deep
How do I ever get, from here to there?

~Mark W. Schutter ©2014