The Fifth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):
“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay”

“I’m one swipe away from fulfilling my sexual appetite, but letting God take control keeps my soul from going wild.” That’s the edge I live on every day—a single flick of my finger could unravel everything I’ve built, yet I choose to hold back. It’s not because I don’t feel the pull; my sexual appetite is real, raw, a wild part of me that roars to be let loose. But I’ve learned that giving in doesn’t tame it—it sets it free in all the wrong ways. Instead, I trust God to harness that energy, to keep my soul steady when temptation presses in. Kierkegaard called this a leap of faith; scripture puts it plainly: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart” (Proverbs 3:5). One swipe could change everything, but faith keeps me grounded.

The Power of a Swipe

Technology has made temptation closer than ever. One swipe on an app, one tap on a screen, and I could feed my sexual appetite in an instant. It’s not just about dating apps—it’s the whole digital world, dangling possibilities that feel so easy, so right there. My wild side doesn’t need much convincing; it’s ready to run, to chase the thrill that’s always just a click away. But I know where that road leads: a quick high, a hollow crash, a soul left restless instead of satisfied. That’s the trap of the swipe—freedom that feels like a cage.

This isn’t hypothetical for me. I’ve felt the itch, the moment where my thumb hovers over the screen, daring me to act. My sexual appetite isn’t some distant thing—it’s a fire inside, wild and alive. But I’ve seen what happens when I let it rule me. It’s not liberation; it’s chaos. So I pause, breathe, and turn it over to something bigger.

Free Will and the Wild

Here’s the tension: I’ve got free will. I could swipe. I could say yes to temptation and let my soul run wild. No one’s stopping me—not physically, anyway. Kierkegaard, the philosopher, wrestled with this too. He called faith a leap, a choice to trust when every instinct screams to jump the other way. That’s where I am—one swipe away, standing at the edge of my own leap. My wild side wants control, but free will means I don’t have to give it. I can choose differently.

That choice isn’t easy. Temptation doesn’t just knock—it pounds, loud and insistent. My sexual appetite isn’t wrong—it’s human—but letting it steer me unchecked turns it into something destructive. Free will gives me power, but it also gives me responsibility. I could feed the wildness, or I could tame it. And that’s where God comes in.

Trusting God’s Control

Proverbs 3:5 hits me hard: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.” It’s not about ignoring my desires—it’s about handing them over. I don’t trust myself to tame my soul’s wild side alone; I’ve tried, and it’s a losing fight. But God? He’s got the strength I don’t. When I’m one swipe away, I don’t just resist—I release. I let Him take the wheel, trusting that He knows what’s best for this wild, restless part of me.

Then there’s Exodus 14:14: “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” That’s my anchor. I don’t have to wrestle temptation into submission—God’s already in the ring. My job is to be still, to stop my thumb from swiping, to let Him calm the storm inside. It’s not suppression—it’s surrender. My sexual appetite doesn’t disappear; it’s redirected, held for a purpose I can’t always see but choose to believe in.

Faith Over Frenzy

This is where faith becomes real. It’s not a vague hope—it’s a lifeline when my soul’s wild side threatens to take over. Kierkegaard’s leap isn’t blind; it’s bold, a trust that God’s got me even when I’m shaky. One swipe could unleash chaos, but faith keeps me steady. It’s not about killing my desires—it’s about trusting they’re better off in His hands than mine. The wildness isn’t gone; it’s just not running the show.

Some days, that trust feels like a wrestle. Temptation doesn’t back off—it doubles down, daring me to test my limits. But I’ve learned to lean on Proverbs 3:5, to whisper Exodus 14:14 to myself when the urge hits. Faith isn’t passive—it’s active, a choice I make every time I don’t swipe, every time I let God tame what I can’t.

A Soul Worth Saving

In the end, it’s my soul I’m protecting—not from desire, but from destruction. One swipe could satisfy my sexual appetite for a moment, but it’d leave my wild side hungrier, more untamed. Trusting God doesn’t erase the fire—it refines it. My soul stays wild in the best way: alive, vibrant, but not reckless. Faith turns temptation into a proving ground, a place where I see what I’m made of and who I’m made for.

So I stand, one swipe away, and choose God over the frenzy. My wild side doesn’t win—not because I’ve crushed it, but because I’ve given it to Someone stronger.

The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):
“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay”

The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):
“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay”

“Day and night, listening to the words of the wise keeps my lust deprived.” That’s my shield, my rhythm, my way of holding steady in a world that’s always trying to pull me off course. Lust isn’t just a fleeting urge—it’s a force that creeps in, testing my resolve when I least expect it. But I’ve found a defense: wisdom. Not the fleeting kind that comes and goes, but the deep, steady kind I draw from the words of the wise—mentors, scripture, voices that echo truth. Aristotle saw virtue as a habit, something you build over time, and scripture backs that up: “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom” (Proverbs 9:10). Day and night, this wisdom shapes my restraint, keeping lust at bay and my soul intact.

Wisdom as My Armor

Lust doesn’t knock politely—it barges in, loud one day, subtle the next. Without something to counter it, I’d be defenseless. That’s where wisdom comes in. It’s not just a collection of smart sayings; it’s armor I put on every day and night. The words of the wise—whether from a trusted friend, a sermon, or the pages of scripture—give me something solid to lean on when temptation starts whispering. I don’t just hear them; I listen, letting them sink in until they’re part of me. That’s how I keep lust deprived—not by willpower alone, but by filling my mind with something stronger.

This isn’t a one-time fix. Day and night means consistency, a rhythm that doesn’t let up. Lust doesn’t take breaks, so neither can I. The wise don’t just tell me what to avoid—they show me what to pursue. Their words aren’t rules; they’re a roadmap to a life where restraint isn’t a burden but a strength.

Aristotle’s Habit of Virtue

Aristotle had it right: virtue isn’t an accident—it’s a habit. He believed that you become what you practice, that goodness takes root through repetition. For me, that’s what wisdom does—it turns restraint into something natural, not forced. Every time I choose the words of the wise over the pull of lust, I’m building that habit. It’s not about being perfect right away; it’s about showing up, day and night, until resisting temptation feels less like a fight and more like who I am.

This fits my battle with lust perfectly. It’s not enough to say “no” once and call it done—lust keeps coming back, testing me in new ways. But Aristotle’s idea gives me hope: the more I practice restraint, the stronger it gets. Wisdom is my training ground. By listening to the wise—those who’ve walked this road before me—I’m not just dodging lust; I’m growing into someone who can stand against it.

Scripture’s Steady Voice

Philosophy lays the groundwork, but scripture brings it home. Proverbs 9:10 says, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” That’s where it starts for me—not fear like dread, but awe, respect, a sense that there’s something bigger worth living for. This verse isn’t abstract—it’s practical. When I let that reverence guide me, wisdom flows in, pushing lust out. It’s a trade: I give up the cheap thrill of temptation for the deep clarity of a life rooted in something real.

Then there’s Psalm 1:2: “But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night.” That’s my blueprint. Meditating on scripture isn’t just a ritual—it’s a lifeline. Day and night, I turn to those words, letting them wash over me, crowding out the noise of lust. It’s not passive—it’s active, a choice to fill my mind with truth instead of letting temptation take up space. The wise voices in scripture don’t just warn me about lust—they point me toward joy, purpose, a life that doesn’t need to lean on fleeting desires.

Restraint as a Practice

Restraint isn’t glamorous—it’s quiet, steady work. But wisdom makes it possible. The words of the wise don’t shame me into saying no; they inspire me to want something better. Day and night, I’m reminded that lust promises more than it delivers—quick highs that fade into regret. Wisdom offers the opposite: a slow, sure strength that builds me up. I practice restraint not because I have to, but because I’ve tasted what it’s like to live free of lust’s grip.

This practice takes shape in small ways. When lust stirs, I don’t wrestle it alone—I turn to a verse, a prayer, a lesson I’ve learned from someone wiser. I keep those words close, like a playlist on repeat, so they’re there when I need them. It’s not about shutting down desire—it’s about channeling it toward what lasts.

Day and Night, Lust Deprived

The beauty of this is how it works: wisdom doesn’t just block lust—it starves it. Day and night, I’m feeding my soul with the words of the wise, leaving no room for temptation to take hold. Aristotle’s habit becomes my reality; scripture’s truth becomes my strength. Lust might knock, but it doesn’t get in—not when I’ve got wisdom standing guard.

So I keep listening, keep practicing, keep choosing restraint over chaos. The wise have shown me the way, and I’m walking it—one day, one night at a time. Lust doesn’t stand a chance when wisdom’s got my back.

The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):
“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World”

The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):
“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World

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“Each day, I battle this lustful world, keeping it from blinding my eternal sunshine.” That’s the rhythm of my life—a constant push and pull against a tide of temptation that threatens to dim what matters most. This isn’t a fight I stumble into; it’s a deliberate stand I take every morning when I wake up and every night when I lay my head down. The lustful world is relentless, a storm of desires that swirls around me, but my eternal sunshine—the purity and radiance of my soul—is worth protecting. Plato’s allegory of the cave echoes in my mind here, yet scripture gives me the strength to stand firm: “Flee from sexual immorality” (1 Corinthians 6:18). This battle isn’t just resistance—it’s a pursuit of something brighter, something lasting.

The Lustful World

Let’s call it what it is: we live in a lustful world. It’s not just about sex—it’s about the constant barrage of craving, the way everything from ads to apps pushes me to want more, feel more, chase more. Lust isn’t always loud; sometimes it’s a whisper—a quick glance, a fleeting thought, a subtle nudge to let my guard down. But I’ve seen what happens when I don’t fight back. It’s not just a moment of weakness; it’s a shadow that creeps over my eternal sunshine, dulling the clarity I’ve worked so hard to hold onto. This world doesn’t rest, and neither can I if I want to keep my radiance intact.

This battle feels personal because it is. Temptation isn’t some abstract force—it’s tailored to my weaknesses, testing my resolve in ways that hit close to home. A lustful world doesn’t care about my goals or my faith; it just wants me to cave. But I’m not here to let it win. I’m here to guard what’s mine, to keep my soul’s light from being swallowed up.

Plato’s Shadows and My Sunshine

Philosophers like Plato have wrestled with this idea for centuries. In his allegory of the cave, he describes people chained in darkness, mistaking shadows on the wall for reality. The lustful world feels like that cave—full of flickering temptations that promise satisfaction but deliver emptiness. Lust is a shadow, a distortion of something real, and if I stare at it too long, I risk losing sight of the sun outside. My eternal sunshine isn’t just a feeling; it’s the truth of who I am when I’m free from those chains—the purity and radiance that come from living with intention.

Plato’s cave isn’t just a story—it’s a warning. The longer I linger on those shadows, the harder it is to turn toward the light. That’s why this battle matters. Every time I resist temptation, I’m stepping out of the cave, choosing the real over the illusion. Lust might dazzle for a moment, but it can’t hold a candle to the steady glow of my eternal sunshine.

Scripture as My Sword

Philosophy gives me perspective, but scripture gives me power. 1 Corinthians 6:18 cuts straight to the point: “Flee from sexual immorality.” It’s not a suggestion—it’s a command, urgent and clear. Fleeing isn’t weakness; it’s strategy. When lust comes knocking, I don’t stand there debating it—I run the other way, straight toward the purity I’m fighting for. This isn’t about shame or fear; it’s about knowing what’s at stake. My eternal sunshine is too precious to let a moment of temptation snuff it out.

Scripture doesn’t just tell me to run—it shows me why. Sexual immorality, in all its forms, isn’t just a physical act; it’s a spiritual weight that dims my radiance. 1 Corinthians 6:18 goes on to say that it’s a sin against my own body, a betrayal of the temple God gave me. That’s what keeps me in this battle—not guilt, but a fierce love for the light I carry inside.

The Fight for Purity

Purity isn’t a buzzword for me—it’s the heart of my eternal sunshine. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about being whole, unclouded by the haze of a lustful world. This battle against lust isn’t passive—I’m not just dodging temptation, I’m chasing radiance. Every “no” to lust is a “yes” to something better: peace, clarity, a soul that shines without apology. The lustful world wants me to settle for fleeting sparks, but I’m holding out for a fire that doesn’t fade.

Some days, the fight is harder than others. Temptation doesn’t always announce itself—it sneaks in, quiet and cunning. But I’ve learned its tricks. I surround myself with reminders of my purpose—friends who get it, music that lifts me, words from scripture that anchor me. When lust tugs, I don’t wrestle it alone; I lean on what keeps my sunshine alive.

Radiance Worth Protecting

In the end, this battle isn’t about what I’m against—it’s about what I’m for. My eternal sunshine is the radiance of a life lived on my terms, not the world’s. Lust might blind me for a moment, but it can’t touch what I’ve built through faith and resolve. Plato saw the sun as truth; scripture calls it holiness. For me, it’s both—a light that no lustful world can extinguish.

So I keep fighting, day by day. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s worth it. My eternal sunshine isn’t just a glow—it’s my victory, my proof that purity and radiance can thrive even in the thick of the storm.

The Second Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):
“Purpose Over Pleasure: How I Stay Focused on Life’s Court Like A.C. Green”