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Standing on the precipice of Divine Love...
Overlooking the Great Divide.
The formidable chasm fixed between serpent & dove...
Only The Cross could be that W-I-D-E.
So one might cross over from death to life...
He imparts me with His royalty & fills me with His love for me
He seats me amongst nobility, renting showers from above
He takes me to His gardens—replete with gushing, bubbling springs
In a fractured, tormented soul...
It has been said there are many rooms.
But some prefer, I think...
To forever call them tombs.
Poor spliced-trashed souls wander motionless...
Next to impossible to convince...
Devoid the faculty to trust.
To have been this way forever since...
Yet, hoping to trample his doubts into dust.
Finding it so irrefutably hard to believe...
Nature versus nurture, the spirit versus the mind, who am I at my core and what have I learned from my interactions with mankind?
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.Even when in a famished state I hunt,In pastures green and lush with abundance,He renews my spry and exuberance.
Hello assholes!
I am the Puppeteer. With a capital letter and - not otherwise!
You are mistaken if you think that I have bungled you to do it.
Between jerking off, I had to spend a lot of money to create your fucking zoo,
sometimes i am so easily decieved
I believe what i wish to be true
and when the fantasies of my infancy are ripped from my grasp
I weep at the feet of misbeliefs past
for the comfort of lies
A woman of worth greater than rubies
Never failing to fulfill her duties
Through cold and drought it is no matter
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
Each drop fell, bringing with it a taunt over our own depravity.
It shouts, “Liar, Schemer, Thief, Murderer, Adulterer, Covetous- Human?”
Well sir, in your flawless plan, there lies all but one fatal cavity.
“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through
Put bullets in the heads
Of all you hope to acheive.
Your life, is futile.
It is the most meaningless
Of all vanity,
And I suppose I can not
Describe it.
Death to self
W e jumped into the pool late one night,
E veryone’s clothes still on, ears waterlogged.
L ooking down, I saw my pink shirt
C linging to the cold curve of my hip,
If you are the suffering one reading this
Know that tomorrow will get better and there is a light
Hold onto that light like I do every day and don't lose your faith
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound
Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse
Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound
Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse
Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
Who can see the Lord?
Our creator invisible.
Like the winds only heard
My beloved is like Jonah;
He's been in the belly of the Beast.
Once the whale had thought him dinner,
Jonah was quickly freed.
My beloved is like Matthew;
Imprisoned, though not to blame.
A predetermined gathering
One in heaven, the other earth
Many voices answering
Great noises call forth
He is there in both places
A voice whispers into my ear
Do as you wish
It came from behind, I turn to see
I hear a hss...
A snake disappears into the sky
Could it be true?
Did this tree give me my liberty?
FRUIT
He said nothey said yesIt hung they're so perfect He said no, they said yesone little bitedeath
Driving home.
Went straight instead of left and
ended up at the dock
facing that water
running under and out from me to the foot of the colossal mountain
my tongue was blue until you found me,
I was wasting my days with dirt on my face ,
blind from it all , the world became my personal space
What a sad life it was when sin tore us and God apart
What could we do to be saved from His Wrath?
Nothing, because God had a plan to save us from the start
It'd make sense to sell books filled with psalms our love has inspired.
Profit from the nonstop poems venting the glories I admired,
But it's not worth a dime , not even a dollar,
Love is patient.
It puts up with you...
Even when you put mayo on your subs
Or mushrooms on your pizza
Love is kind.
It tells you you're beautiful...
The word breathed out with divine power
The word inspired in the foreknown hour
The word preserved from the final stroke
The word kept to the unlearned folk
The word once known contextually
In the beginning God created the heavens and earth.
Genesis 1 is a lengthy poem we collectively have chosen to read as a story.
It's validity is, en masse, inconclusive.
I’ve been here before. I’ve fought this war, but here I am once more.
I feel crushed under the weightof it all.Feeling so small. Feeling like my back is against the wall.
Brittle dirt parts with each step
Moving toward the side of the path
Growing closer to the ocean depth
100 feet down, a deadly bath
Running shoes carefully laced
Gear ready to handle every step
What does my soul want?
You see if my soul wants something...
The very thing that makes me, me...
If it's crying out for something…
I’ve heard you say,“I want a man of God who leads, loves, and stays.” But you won’t follow him when he tries to lead you the right wayinstead you take lead and lead him astray. You seduce him with sinand see it as a win. Don’t tell me you want a B
Born into you,
Cant escape you,
There's no use running
I cant even hide from you;
Who convinces me
that I'm not worthy,
Who tells me
I can't do anything,
Who's love toward me
Beep.
A dozen roses.
Beep.
Sparkly red cards.
Beep.
Heart-shaped box of chocolates.
Beep-beep-beep.
I rush to cut down the line.
Rustle.
Balloons that say "love."
Rustle.
How does one word have so much meaning?
It makes everything surreal and feel like I'm dreaming
Love appears in the bible over five-hundred times
It has drastic effects on our own paradigms.
A year ago I lost my spark. I felt as if I was a dying flame where nothing could save me. I lost all hop in myself. I thought that if I didn’t get the perfect grades, played the best sport, looked a certain way, I had no purpose.
The Bible is a how-to book, it teaches people how to gain eternal life.Please read it and share it with your children and your husband or wife.It teaches us not to worship false gods and not to steal.
There was a special woman in the Bible and her name was Ruth.She was loyal to her Mother-In-Law and God and that is the truth.Ruth's Mother-In-Law was named Naomi and Ruth soon became a widow.
Not acquainted with these Nights..
Peculiar, yet neighbor to them,
related to them...
stop enabling him!
Departure from the gates.
dubbed the savior to him!
Channeled through his precognition
My cousin has seen many Bibles that people have thrown away.Bibles are our greatest possessions, the world has seen better days.The Bible is like a letter from God and that makes it unique.
Feelings come and go,
But God will never go.
The presences of God is like a light
That shines through the night;
His spirt well eliminate all my fear
Its light coming from above,
He came over to the side of the sea;
Out of the ship, Jesus saw a man who was quite unclean;
He lived among the tombs, his life was bind in chains;
He’d bust out of jail because he was wild, untamed.
I sit in the buckle of the bible belt
Fighting to merely exist
As white men in stiff suits
With smiles that never reach their eyes
Sit in a room in DC
That Book
That book.That bookthey saidHe said.
E’vrythingwe needed toknow beforeHe was Dead.
Crucified.to saveour souls.
I want to believe that this woman is mine
I can not believe how much of this woman I trust
How can she faithfully produce this child
I love you from my heart but actually I'm lost
Jesus cured a blind man who had been blind since the day of his birth.Jesus put clay on his eyes that he made when he spat and mixed the spittle with Earth.
For we all must die some day
On a bed or in the suns ray
One must always keep
On this earth before we sleep
The holy and inspired word
To know that the voice of God be heard
Is it truly tribal? As through history we dial,We see it is able.Accused primal,But upon every table.To it I am bridal,The sick to a vial;With many a challenger, yet no rival.The Book is it’s label.A consistent cycleFor something so “primal,”Consi
Desolated
Alone
I face the pale murky water
The greenish blue reflects back at me
I am scared
And alone
I cling to small promises in my hands
Only hoping
A mere flame
Darkness...that is what I see.
Silence...that is what I hear.
Emptiness...that is what I feel.
All around me, there is nothing: no light, no sound, no objects. I am alone, with nothing, except...
They said I can't live without food, so I told them I live by the bread of life
They said I can't live without water, so I told them I know a well that never runs dry
If I was stranded on an island, all I need is the Holy Bible.
Just God's word, is all I need.
His advice, is all I need.
God's ways, is all I need.
To read how great he is, is all I need,
Abram to AbrahamSarai to SarahCalling to goingBlessings and cursesMany to onePharaoh and AbimelechLot and landSodom and saltHagar and SarahIshmael and IsaacLies and deceitFear and mistrust Faith and doubtSacrifice and loyaltySon and FatherCommitme
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
Prophecy and powerLoved by God and loved by manDedicated in his diet and dedicated in his heartReading the writing on the wall and speaking the words of things to comeNot afraid of persecution and not afraid of speaking truthKings and dreams and m
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 can live without food, for he nourishes me.
I need not any money, for to him I do not owe.
I shan’t require a majestic domain, for one already awaits.
Wiggling toes deep in the cool white sand,
Seeing the tropical trees and wild wind dance.
Smiling at the site of the gospel in hand,
Feeling its power just by taking a glance.
For the beaten and the broken down
Who never seem to get around
who's skyies are always filled with grey
who's troubles sworm them through the day
Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah
The Bible told us that the Earth is round when people thought it was flat.People were afraid of falling off the Earth but the Bible contradicted that.The Bible told us that the Earth is round in Job 22:14.
The Bible is the greatest possession that we can own.If you live by Jehovah's rules, you'll never be alone.Owning a Bible is far greater than owning a Ferrari.Buy yourself or a friend a Bible, you won't be sorry.
Part I
A sudden whirlwind
And a voice so said
Who, dark counsels
By words without knowledge?
Now questions are
To be answered!
Where were you?
Recently I found out that a bible study made up of a few girls from my school discussed at one of their meetings how I am a hypocrite, because I say I am a christian, I say I believe in the words of the bible, but I also, quite loudly, o
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs
Satan told God that Job wouldn't praise him if his life wasn't so good.But Job proved the Devil wrong and it's not surprising that he could.God allowed Satan to take Job's children and wealth.
I'm Abraham and God ordered me to kill my son.I didn't want to do it but I had to do what God ordered to be done.I was about to stab Isaac but God said to spare him, he didn't really want him dead.
Typically, my policy is practicing self-censorshipActing like I'm masterful, with unsurpassable intelligenceIn actuality, some elements exist which aren't usually seen
Sadness blankets me
like a dark mist
a book in hand is all i have
the words within are bliss
sweet and comforting
are the words
for my broken, aching heart
To the land of wandering
and stories that ancients told
Leaving us to pondering
The memories of travels old
To the land filled with dust
Eroded from histories stone
1. As the sun peaked through the shutter like an unwanted mister
The trees sang their song in a wonderful whisper.
IT IS NOT AT ALL A PART OF GODS PLAN,
TO SEE MULTITUDES SLIP ETERNALLY OUT OF HIS HAND!
GOD IS NOT SOME EVIL TASKMASTER THAT SITS WAY UP BEYOND THE SKY,
HE IS OUR LOVING HEAVENLY FATHER WHO FOR THE REDEMPTION OF HUMANITY
I'm struggling to be heard
Through all these people that chat like birds.
I'm trying to speak the truth,
But I'm in a sound booth.
Then someone stopped and opened the door,
The weed, my love,
Pushes through the dirt,
Rumbling, blistering,
But doesn't really hurt,
She sprouts up,
Without permissions,
Just to find,
That no one listens.
Can you see through my eyes?
The pain, the hurt, all around.
Lost people seraching for a purpose that can't be found.
Their shallow laughter creates a mask,
Over the questions they're too afraid to ask.
Wildwose and rider
And drowsy nightingale.
Bird in scrubby bushland
Letting sleep prevail.
Bellerophon robber
Pegasus did take
Horsefly was his ruin
Wanderer did make.
Time the biggest enemy of mine
You can never find enough
Always looking to rewind
Well that's tough
I am a baby blue bird, drifting to the soft sands of Rio de Janeiro, while lying dead on a dilapidated raft with all cares in the world left forgotten by my bedside.
Love is not cantankerous, nor aloofness
It is not easily provoked nor angered
Love is not pugnacious, nor stubbornness
It is not self-seeking, nor self-centered
Forty days and forty nights
of detoxification hell
because God knows
to eat is a sin
worthy of the fall
of humanity.
For just as it is human
nature to sin because of Eve-
Forty days and forty nights
of detoxification hell
because God knows
to eat is a sin
worthy of the fall
of humanity.
For just as it is human
nature to sin because of Eve-
I feel as if I'm stuck in a cage, knowing my potential I bring myself to burst out in rage, this stage of trials is rough, as I lay under the rubble it is tough to see light, in spurts I try to raise with all my might but through the dust it's
We hold a high position.Standing with a strong attitude in the way we walk and talk.No man will respect the women who can’t run her own race, but every man will respect the woman who can hold her own.
That of my perception’s highest worth,
Things that, when absent, cause me greatest hurt,
The things that I pursued with no relent,
Believing that, when caught, would bring content,
Catholic school does a number on a child,
He never knows what to believe.
Dear God, that woman in the habit she rapped my fingers time and time again when I’d take the Lord’s name in vain,
Up in my room
Sitting on my bed
Alone
With these mixed emotions
Getting the best of me
Thinking
Deep thinking
About my future
If I were to
Die tomorrow
All my life
The story's growing more intense,
the characters confused and vexed,
you've come to know the protagonist,
the nails they drove into his wrists,
a book that jumps right off the page,
The story's growing more intense,
the characters confused and vexed,
you've come to know the protagonist,
the nails they drove into his wrists,
a book that jumps right off the page,
He calls them all
Into The Throne Room
The Breezes, the Winds, the Whirlwinds
Ready they come
He tells them His plans
Sends them off
The Freezing Breeze
With dirty hands and a torn up heart
I kneel, waiting for good-bye
Instead, I see tears in Your eyes,
And welcoming, outstretched arms.
I hear Your cries,
"Come back to me my child,
"My Beloved!"
Bright flashing gold and green hypnotic,
It’s plain this substance is narcotic.
Desire that we can’t ignore,
The more we have, the more we adore,
You set the mold
Every day consists of pieces of you
Differentiate life lessons and sheer misery
I’m unable to see
That words can mean more than deceit
This can't be all that’s around me
When you awake
Your faults don’t mean anything
What matters is in your eyes
What feels good now
Is bad in the book of lies
That memory can’t always be taken back.
In a church, in a house, in a town, in a state
We are just visitors no matter how long we stay.
And when they start to ask questions, we pull away.
We know that they won’t understand us, no matter what they say.
Father’s betrayal through a whetted edge,
the pain sheltered from an innocent lamb.
A higher promise weighing down one’s pledge
to sacrifice and slaughter by kin’s hand.
Polarity—tears stitch themselves to woe,
Church a place, where you
Draw close to the creator.
Church a place where you go to get you too eternal.
Church a place where you hear the sound of the beautiful drums.
Those spares,
That piano,
I don't hate.
I'm not a bigot.
I can only speak the truth.
If/when people read this
You need to know: Please look.
I judge no one, I love
Only as Christ loved me.
Yet I am human alas!
I love the way the pages crinkle
Crackle when I flip them over.
The thin feel of oinion skin (are they really?)
So smooth I sometimes run the pads of my fingers
Down the page.
You don't need to pray to get what you need
You don't need to pray to be happy
We are all born with flaws
So we hope there's a God
Who can take them all off
How can we stand ourselves
Got a clue?
Cause I do.
It's not taught
It ain't bought
A good song
Not too long
In a book
Take a look
Open the pages
Worn through the ages
Lost earthy verses
God, what I really need to confess is this...
It's all the things that I have planned that I can't afford to miss
When times get hard and days are rough
I must confess, sometimes you aren't enough.
I am a liar
skilled in the ways of manipulation
like star constellations, I connect the dots,
thoughts leading to rotten deeds
committed in secret. And to you
It’s a pretty picture in the sky
Encasement of inequity,
Familiarity surrounds.
That likeness, once assuredly,
My heart-strum's fervent pound--
Has dissipated--in a sun,
A thread riveting true;
Where mem'ries come undone,
I wrote this a few years back before my confirmation of my faith. Hope you like it!:
Dear Lord,
I've always come to church,
Always believed.
Yet somewhere, somehow,everything went wrong.
All my friends are left behind,
The school I once knew is gone,
The battle for life, is like this:
Friend against friend until all are lifeless
They never see how they hurt, or whom
Rather, they only See at their doom
Where destruction laughs
And they scream
