Grace
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Veo
Tu belleza en tu sonrisa
Tu belleza en tus ojos
Tu belleza en tu cadencia
Tu belleza en tus fragancias.
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
The sea is inspirational melo-
dy, my stomach beats of its penmanship.
Biological immortality,
extravehicular activity,
When just a child the poet's mom said "Son,Throughout your life beware the sin of pride.Remember this when every day is done,What counts the most is who you are inside.".
Roses are red, Violets are blue. You are my friend, that helped me get through. When times were rough, you healed my scars. You will shine about the rest, and our love will forever be ours. Never wanting to hurt, pretty as a bow.
These feelings consume my bones, as a distant depression arose, those feelings of freedom and destiny are dethroned. I would not have been happy, but would I have meaning?
PSALM TWENTY AND ONE
OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY
THY LORD GOD,
JEHOVAH ORI.
1)I'll adore thy
Lord with my
whole heart ♥
and I will sing
His praise in
His sanctuary.
With me to stay
If you may
Ever y day.
I'd stick to my call
I would wait and l...look out for your tender call
For a promise not known to fail, with all, my all.
Its true that life is hard.
Its true that living always gets harder
Its true that comfort is far
Its also true that the journey is always farther.
We enter your home.
The Lord in Spirit ,
Inside my beating heart,
And wish you peace.
The troubled world surrounds us.
But we have and advocate,
He has overcome the world.
Did we design the seed?
The little grain of Hope.
Did we comand to grow?
The little sprout of Faith.
Did we create the Light?
The ray that makes it grow.
Did we command the rains?
A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses,
She smiles bright and laughs loudly,
she hides in fright and cries quietly.
she met him first here, and he made her smile.
A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses,
She smiles bright and laughs loudly,
she hides in fright and cries quietly.
she met him first here, and he made her smile.
It amazes me how some people are able to make their bodies move,
And how they work countless hours in an empty studio to try and improve.
Why is the world filled with destruction. Why are we filled with so much obstruction. Trying my hardest to struggle through. Trying to believe and juggle through. All these obstacles I face. Leavin
She was like no other.
Her spirit alone, had enemies love one another.
The words she spoke were very charismatic.
You would be drawn in without a literal magnet.
Wisdom was one of her great powers.
Still as the un-awakened beat,
Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold,
A soul no longer held captive,
But is free.
Trying to hold back the memories,
But is letting the hidden emotion flow,
Letters bleeding bodily into blank sheets
Whispering wildly in her mind
Flowing creatively through the ink
Mind forgetting the outside world
Only imagining the one within
Wishing wholeheartedly to go
The sun just rose in lost connection,
Please undo the times we have held onto believe,
False hope, dreams, and expectation.
I'm just glad those two came out alive,
In due time, it's overwhelming inside.
Could You
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
I’m gripping tightly
Onto that which makes me all I ever was and needed
The words I heard and heeded
To the lord My Greatest Influence
You have taught me how to write in rhymes
a story's scheme
and to play my voice in rhythm.
Although my writings have been shamefully thrown out
burned
Gone too far from your glory. Often believed in my own story. Day by day, my path began to darken. Involved in all the wrong deals. Soon, I began to realize what I had sacrificed. God, I need your grace. Openly I accept you with obedience. On ever
It was A beautiful day outside, the clouds were like a painting in a frame
The sun giving the clouds a kiss then peaking over their shoulder to illuminate the earth
Where is the better birth of a servant?
The mouth of a beast, the waves of the sea
or the bend of a mother's heart beat?
Swimming through the sewage of salvating fluid,
Though I was a sinner
but now a believer
Jesus my Redeemer and
my only baptizer.
It’s not by my righteousness
I received forgiveness
because He was selfless and though blameless
Sing me to sleepYes sing me a song of painSing me a song of hopeSing me to sleep dearPut hope in my mindHelp me realizeI will be fineYes sing me to sleepSing me a song of grace
Like summer cockroaches
they come out hot & defiant -
scattering swiftly in all directions.
Breaking free
from decency
She is a wildflower.
Not picked for her beauty,
but for her wild heart.
A child of mother nature
she grows in the darkest of places.
Through the cracks of brokenness
she blooms with grace.
Tasted now, a love so pureSugar sweet, a cyder richA love by no other name,Which can be called thisIt's warmth embraces, even the distantA flame, a light, burning deepThe darkest of hearts can not escape
You say you don’t seeYou’ll deny it foreverBut the truth statesThere’s no such thing as “Never”
The universe,An unequivocal mess of chaotic understandingLanguage, by which, no other comparesAnd the One who authors itBy no other name than what isThe very essence of existence, language
He’s been called DeadHe’s been called a mythIt’s been askedCan He make a rock even he can’t lift?
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
Frozen hands on the face
Echoing, echoing
Killing me without a trace
The silence, loud in my ear
What then, oh my, oh dear, oh dear
That’s it, I’m done, life’s not worth living
no light at the end to guide you
even though I'm pointing the way
you will ignore me,
won't you
because you think I speak lies
but I wouldn't lie to you
I couldn't because
you're too deep
I wish
you took his hand in yours
and I hope
you guide him to your shining light
he is not saved
and he needs to be
because
he is too important to lose
fly into your honey, free
does your soul rest with the trees
can you hear the fairy angels calling, whispering to me
I am 1nce up on my time I come to earth I offer rhymes
I am the weight of the cross
I am the nails in your hands
I am the soldier's laugh
I am loved by you!
I am the thorns on your head
I am the point of the spear
I am the insults of the crowd
Wrapped in a sleeve of grace
Cuddled in an angel's wings
Between it's heart and mine there is no space
Between it and me there are no secret things
When I die my angel will hold my spirit
You taught me how to be a "man"
My bad. You taught me how to be responsible
You taught me to stare at the obstacles
And overcome the impossible
You taught me that sometimes
I must blaze my own trail
nothing can bring me peace
here in the dark
I am dying
but the light lives
that much is evident
seen through shuttered windows
I didn't think my heart could break anymore over you,
But here I am wondering what to do
Because every thought of you
Rips another piece away
And every time I try to pray
I have no idea what to say.
It's the feeling of running through rain
holding your heels instead of trying to run in them.
The sheer satin and silk tulle skirt, gracefully,
flying with you, flowing around you as you run.
I lean on my shovel and survey the field after harvest.
Way back in Spring, I had set out to clear the field of blackberries.
At first I snipped them down, I trimmed the whole field.
No Pain Is Wasted
My spirit was beckoned.
A savior called to me
his sweet voice said, "listen"
and I held my breath, hanging on his coming words.
He came to me.
He said I could be reconciled
hot pink stripes falling from the sky.
deep brown waves and pale fingers falling from my head.
kneeling in a field behind a church with a razor to the back of my neck
Her name was Grace
But he called her Gracie.
He said it in this tone of voice
Like when a child sees a flower
That had just bloomed in the beginning of spring.
Clouds may hide sunshine,
but they bring me smiles.
showing beauty and grace,
never defiled.
They give me perspective,
prove that Im so small,
yet strong enough
not to fall.
Sometime I realize there's nothing left to say
When someone that you love says it's time to walk away and
Sometimes I know that there's nothing left to do
But pray these words come the way they always used to do
As I stand here on this nightand look way up aboveI see God's heavens in my sightAnd I'm overwhelmed with love To picture such a marvelous placeFilled with love and peaceFull of eternal life and spaceWhere His love shall never cease All of which I
As I stand here on this nightand look way up aboveI see God's heavens in my sightAnd I'm overwhelmed with love To picture such a marvelous placeFilled with love and peaceFull of eternal life and spaceWhere His love shall never cease All of which I
Beloved architect
Lifter of sorrows
I cling to you as darkness falls over me
Visionless unrest arises as fear echoes vehemently
But you are not shaken
My heart beats fiercely and my body fails me
Slight ting from crisping golden beams,
The mellow sway of palms rustles
There leaves chirping
Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle
The sounds left beyond the tides.
The oscillating sound
They ask me what I could never do without
and I am tempted to say a name or a place
But I realize now what I could not survive without
Only on this island here I stand
Not in sight another woman or another man
I feel alone though I know I am not
Thoughts running through my mind
When will I eat again?
Drink or bathe?
The mountains bow down to You. Oceans cry out for Your glory. You have created us and set us above angels.
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
I have been broken
and I have broken other people.
I have left scars on myself
and scars on others.
I have felt everything at once
and nothing at all.
I have wished to enjoy a moment forever
The King of Shadows
Was broken in battle
When a man stepped up
and got nailed to a cross
but He was not lost
no, even Death He fought
not for Himself but for us
even our soul had been marked
Lurking in unsual places
Often hard to find,
Shining bright on strangers faces
with grace it falls to the blind,
Making doubters optimistic
Showing things in diffrent light
A REDEFINED TREASURE
I was named after an ocean grace
But I have been drowning in my own outrage.
I am being eaten alive by life
as my thoughts squirm down my neck.
Boldness and fear Goliath and Uriah Michal and Bathsheba Saul and Jonathan Amnon and Tamar Brother against sister Absalom and Amnon Son against son Son against father Child and Solomon Fasting and rejoicing Guilt and forgiveness Blood and temple
Jesus, He is Lord of Lords and King of Kings,Jesus, He is the Son of God and God's Word is the truth of all things,Jesus, He is God
I've started saying Grace, I thank Jehovah for my food.I didn't do that in the past but I've changed my attitude.Jehovah didn't have to give us taste buds but he wanted eating to be a pleasant experience.
In this life,
I have sat with the lowest of lows;
And have been seated at the heighest of heights...
But of all the places I've been,
Nothing compares to kneeling in the presence of Grace.
"Listen," they say, "for his graceful whisper. 'I love you,' He says."
"Wait," they say, "for his healing touch. 'I'l heal you,' He says."
"Look," they say, "for his understanding guidance. 'I will lead you,' He says."
With ease I walk
in the confidence of my Lord.
His peace I stalk,
for alone I cannot afford.
I see His beauty
in all of His creations.
As Christians it's our duty
the love we share as humans
is recycled;
we dont simply give, or simply receive,
but both.
so why should we as humans
take something we dont deserve,
and abuse it,
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel. My friends call me Gabe. And my father, well he hardly calls me at all. How's that for subtle? Please don't feel sorry for me.
The Lord is my Sheperd, that means I'm the sheep, i have nowhere to go unless my Lord speaks, My Lord is my Provider, If He provides, I eat,
Enslaved by thought so I carry the tale with worn feet,
My kind was contained to cultivate something sweet.
Sugar cane working,
Rays from the sun start to sting-
My ancestors with worn feet wished for fresh wings.
Sometimes I feel like Your love is misplaced
I don't even deserve the chance to imagine Your face
It must be grace
Even if I'm disobeying you and acting as the shoelace
I used to be a fan of bliss
Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus
I used to be a fan of it
I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff
Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
Every day I make mistakes.
There are many rules I break.
And I wish I wouldn’t sin.
But I often do, and then,
I reflect on Jesus grace.
On how He took my place,
On the cross He died for me,
Type.
Just type.
My fingers dangle above the keyboard,
Splashing each word, verb, sentence-
That comes to mind.
The words are like snow to me:
Soft,
Delicate,
And pure.
A room as empty as the heart
SHots of pain like a dart
EMotions ragging in
THinking of a deadly sin
Water lays on his face
Not wanting ro leave a trace
Roarig coming from the window besides him
When others dont DESERVE grace,
When they NEED a friendly face,
Go out and FORGIVE them.
Make them FEEL like a jem,
This can KEEP them from disgrace
And in return treat you with GRACE.
Out of Grace
God it’s been so long,
I don’t know if you’re still there.
God, I fell so hard,
How could you still care?
Soothing sound of water
Sprays mist on your face
Waterfalls have such power
And grace!
If I could drink my tears, I’d no longer be thirsty.
If they would quench the fire, I’d no longer be burning.
If they would wash away the worms, I’d no longer be hurting.
Concentrating one's mind on the wounds of a dagger,
Does not heal the brutal stab wounds.
It is possible when one dwells on thoughts of anguish,
One injures his being further in irreparable ways.
Love.
It comes in many forms.
The love a parent has for their child.
Instant.
The love a dog has for its master.
Unconditional.
The love a sibling has for another.
Growing.
Oh how I wish I could change the past.
the mistakes I've made
Are too numerous to count.
I have failed too many times.
I have disappointed others,
And I have disappointed myself.
It would never happen here.These four walls, yes, they are fortressWith glistening steeples all within clean, no, pristine.A supernatural worldWith perfect peoplewith painted on smiles and perfect lives.
Seldom do I think your not powerfulA servant of JoyA peace initiation for the Indians of SenecaA LoveA FireA beautiful path in the light of foreverA reminder of effortless serenityPush me down
I lived in StarlandWith all the fellow saviors and saintschoosing patiently to divide the grate and canisterbarren fellows without knowledge or understandingI was flying intrinsically away from the cauldron of desire
Sometimes you gotta make a new wayA new way to get you on through the dayAnd though life comes hard at you, you can know its trueThat what my God isIs That He's Love its true
The dust settles and all is clear
The storm of life subsides
In my darkness you are near
In you I must confide
In my weakness I grow strong
Through danger there is hope
Grace.
The blond haired girl with an angelic face.
So hyperactive it is tough to keep pace.
She lives life as to win the race.
She may not be the one to sing,
Eyes softened,
Spirit felt
the heart of God
in tenderly melt.
Golden glow
your piercing gaze
reflects His love
in treasured clay.
Reaching farther,
searching more
I open the window
and my hairs stand on end.
The clouds hang low
and the tree branches bend.
Triumphantly the wind sings;
WHOOSH! comes its longing tune.
This is one of my favorite things,
We were friends back, years ago
Back When She was a awkward nerd and my hair was nappy.
Now We're all grown up, reunited,
And All I want is to make her happy.
Butterflies avail tight lids
Bliss, for the life of we, trinity, take flight!
Flaps, nor honorary than the film that corners street jungles,
From flat to round.
As I walk across the street
I see an amazing sight,
The clouds all drenched and soaking
With HIS glorious light.
I stop and gaze in wonder.
I cannot believe my eyes.
Are these the gates of Heaven,
I am numb
My arm is a mess
There is so much pain
The cuts are stained with blood
Each cut represents something
It's a hidden meaning
That people don't understand
They just see me
Broken
Have you ever looked down on a barren land
Searching for the brushstrokes of an unknown hand?
Staring into a sky of robin egg blue
Tracing hairline cracks signaling life anew
Cool sunset flows
Making golden rivers run over hope-smoothed rocks
Vibrant colors sharp in the sky
Pink like hope
Fading blue like faith
Deep kindness, rustic orange
Golden glories
I feel like I’ve tarnished your name
But I am not a disgrace.
For so long I felt shame
But now I receive your grace.
You lavish it upon me,
See past all my faults.
You told me who I could be
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
it’s totally pride
and god, i’m scared out of my mind
to be known
like i have some devilish secrets to hide
the fear is crippling and only draws inward
but this soul’s designed to reverse the cycle
With 7 billion people in the world,
it is easy to be just another face in the crowd,
craving attention by being loud.
We are all born with a voice deep inside of us,
which can develop over time with
Because my heart has a song to sing
of life, liberty, and grace.
Because I have a voice to be heard
to spread the word of love and peace.
Because I have knowledge to share
A blue and grey feather
Floating down the stream
Lying on its back
Head towards the sky.
A boy, just a few yards beyond
Sits by the flowing current, slow
Letting out the tears
Miles away apart from grace,
I need your love to guide me through; where no fear is ever known.
Though seclude, I feel right at home.
Late at night, like my overseer I feel you watching my every move.
I have been kissed by your grace.
Saved by your son,
kept by your mercy,
inspired by your word.
You are a relentless lord,
head strong on holding your children.
Lord, you're with me every step of the way.
You call my name and I call You friend.
Reach up my hands to You,
I give You praise.
Every minute.
Every second.
Of everyday.
He makes me sad
He makes me love him
He makes me feel
love for life, music
Stirring up something
so gentle
Feeling grace is a blessing.
I long to make
Fearless, Gentle, Lively, Powerful
A Three Letter Word No one likes to talk about it yet every human being goes through it.A three letter word that sucks all your hope, making you bitter & controlled.Some begin striving for the pot of gold which slowly fades to copper while t
Its like swallowing flint
To be here.
Among the talented people
The children of broken homes
Motor homes
And hill-top homes.
From the highest of life
To the lowest of lows
Poets, word weavers,
The world we live in is such a disgrace!
Some flourish greatly while others die
Do not let your life be a waste!
She weeps tears of dew;
Her humble boughs sigh.
Wind becomes her grace,
And the sun her hope.
She shields clouds of rain;
Veils her heart in leaves.
Weather won't weaken,
Her roots sink to deep.
Happiness
Is a bunny
Of fluffy cotton
That grows
Like water
And strives
Like a flower
Jealousy
Is the death
Of a relationship that
Is hurting from
Lack in trust
Everything has a face
Just like my Brother’s old backpack
Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares
And every time I look
At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces
than have it all washed away
washed away in the rain
People are colors, not shades of grey,
but colors combine to make grey anyway.
Always Gold
By R. M. Otto
I am a cad,
I am a liar
I want for all but can have none;
I yearn for hope
but am stricken from it.
All I deserve is the fire,
For a girl from a small town
She wanted a lot from a big world.
Tears and sorrow filled too much space,
She had to do something, it had to be erased.
Sometimes I let my soul become like a desert land,
building up on every side castles made with sand.
I try to hide behind these walls of bitterness and shame,
selfishness and hurt and pride grow like a hungry flame.
