Lamentations

By Javier Rhoden

From heartbreak, grief and pain, explore the depths of human suffering to find a path towards healing and transformation.

Lamentations is a powerful and deeply moving book that takes readers on a journey through the most difficult emotions imaginable. From heartbreak, grief and pain, author Javier Rhoden explores the depths of human suffering and offers a path towards healing and transformation.

Drawing on his own experiences and the insights of others who have faced adversity, Rhoden offers a powerful message of hope and redemption. Through his words, readers will discover how to overcome their own challenges, find new purpose and meaning in the midst of suffering, and ultimately come to a place of profound healing and transformation.

Whether you are going through a difficult time in your own life or simply looking for inspiration and guidance, Lamentations is a book that will touch your heart and change your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Javier Rhoden
• Release date: Oct 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201054748

Javier Rhoden

This was the introduction to my spirituality and learning how to do things for myself. The extension of help I gift to others could only come from the capacity in how I’ve helped myself. It was then, I understood that as a human, experiences were needed for growth and this growth can only sprout from branching out of my comfort zone. At the end of it all, I wanted to build something more meaningful by planting seeds from the darkness of life, to watch it grow and spread among different people, thus generating light. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will die one day and in no way, would I want there to be any regret for making the same decisions the masses believed to be the right ones, meanwhile neglecting my gift as the last choice. After all, the goal in this life, my life, is to express this consciousness healthily.

Book preview

one of the most courageous things you can do

is to continue living every moment you wanted death

i know the space in our minds become graveyards

where poisonous weeds thrive

it’s hard not to notice lifelessness among what’s potentially beautiful

but nothing ever dies

everything eventually gets transferred

undoubtedly, one can experience rebirth

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these are passionate expressions of sorrow to revive the dead

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Luminescence

life support.

there i was

an old soul who walked in

with withered soles of work boots that exhaled dusts

in thought of you

rubbing relief in every thousand mile and a half

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you took my hands insisting

we kept trudging through sands restricting feet

as you became my life support

the cleanse.

there’s a subtle beauty in the way

rain meshes with gravel on edge of cliffs

with an attraction that makes me

want to jump with you

to snapshot the cleanse from our bodies

as grime become confused in dusty trails behind us

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"i cannot help but to smile

at the thought of us bursting into stars on impact"

you said

the return.

i remember stringing goodbyes to tips of stars

thinking outsiders would have mistaken

those sad streaks for comets, but there was no acceptance

for display of inner inspirations

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my feet became lanterns to battle shadows

in disguise of plagiarized words with sheathed meanings

when lungs inhaled reliability from essence

but sincerity peeled from your breath

lay.

among smells of petrichor

we lay with the world as our blanket

while staring up at the moon we bled

and left above as a reminder

that despite becoming pale someday

we’re forever alive

offsprings.

we were vintage photographs

in trimmed edges of cream tint

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with ambience of perfection captured in its center

we lingered there on a bare wall

to live in decorations of cracks

near holes in consistent birth

of memories

trace.

i want to outline constellation of scars

in layers of your skin

to read scripts embedded in pages

of goose bumps

to study inscriptions that define

your existence

imprints.

i beg you to remember

our linger in limbo with lips

centimeters apart

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each time breaths caressed skin

i engraved love letters

in the least painful way possible

bond.