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A land flowing with milk and honey
Has its place in dreams and for those gone…
And for us?
It has been.
It is now.
It will be that war conducted on
Both sides and either shore.
Match my ire dear liar
Preach of a demise so dire
Grieve my soul's innate desire
Speak of kindness, light the fire
Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End,
In You, our lives, our souls transcend,
The Author of creation's song,
In Your embrace, we belong.
see how i glow
in the light of glass gods
divinity washing over filth.
my soul,my body
a sin,an abomination-
unsalvageable.
drown me in holy water
purge the impurity,
God is there for us and he'll never forsake us.He will be there until the days that he takes us.He'll continue to be there for us when we're in Heaven.He sent his only begotten son to save men and women.
IS THIS NOT HOW THINE’S CHOIR WILL SING
WHEN THEY ASCEND FROM THE HEAVENS?!
WHEN THINE BLEEDING EYES ROT
AT THE SIGHT OF SUCH HOLY LIGHT
If you want to go to Heaven, Jesus is the only way.If you haven't accepted Jesus, you should do it today.If you want to go to Heaven, accept Jesus Christ as your savior.
Skin x Spirit: A Love Story
The skin I am most comfortable in
The reciporcal reality of it being
defining but divisive
accomodating but attractive
Nature versus nurture, the spirit versus the mind, who am I at my core and what have I learned from my interactions with mankind?
Nature versus nurture, the spirit versus the mind, who am I at my core and what have I learned from my interactions with mankind?
Just when I thought all hope was gone,you gave me the strength to carry on
As I walk into the land, our salvation is in your hands.
When I opened my heart to you, your love it has guided me through
You think you know it all because you're a scientist.You make me angry when you say God doesn't exist.You believe there is no God and you say that it's a scientific fact.
Vice versa, its we verses our own vices, immersed in internal conflict that eventually attracts external crisis, despite the advice of Christ to recite the Hebrew words of the righteous, we go versa to a vice that distances us from enlightenment o
I am dreaming of a beautiful black Noel night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seenIn the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and brightAnd the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
Too many think that they are GodToo many think that they know GodToo many think that they see GodToo many talk like they know GodToo many sinsToo many SatansToo many prosecutors
Been looking for affection
at a rich man’s resurrection
found plenty of gold
but little introspection
His friends cry crocodile
and the family’s lamenting
The Christianity of Constantine is the form of Christianity I despise. It is the Christianity that gets tangled up in political affairs. It is the Christianity that asserts it's power over others sometimes through violence.
I have collected church pamphlets in the past
They sit wedged in between some of my books.
They have a seductiveness to me.
To promote their belief in salvation
They will present questions for the intellect
like a thirty second commercial
Signs will line the road reading
Got Jesus?
Jesus or Pizza, which one will you choose?
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.
My momma always did say those bradford pears,
Smelled like the dead,
Somethin’ ‘bout a southern curse.
Ain’t nothin’ lonelier bein’ inside these pine walls,
The Sun can't reach her
She's covered in mud and planted in a hole that her tears water
Salt from the earth runs deep through her veins
And her dark skin reflects like jewels in a cave
First: Jesus loves you. Even if he is the only man who does at the moment.
Two: your sexuality and your religion are not mutually exclusive and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Today I realized the word Shepherd, is one "e" away from Sheep herd
Which isn’t enough to write a poem about
But it was enough to make me not kill myself today.
Our brutish bullets' babble
Battered this cathedral,
Corroded ancient heavens
That dawned in its arching dome,
Crumbled blue-veined marble,
Shattered angels' sorrow,
As gods began to groan.
I've always been an atheist
no God could have grounded me
'cause I saw all lands
like temples
hallowed sanctuaries to find refuge
and my faith was held
by the people around me.
Damn
Those white people, eh?
With their saviour complexes
Help us, we say
Rebuild our town after an earthquake
Here, they say
as they pass us their gospel
with a single bag of rice
Red
All I saw was red
A woman who came
in the name of love
could not leave
acting as if I were to drop
down a cliff any minute
Yes, I believe in the Christian God
Oh to be like Echo,
Always calling out but never heard.
To be like Midas,
Always reaching out but never touched.
To be like Medusa,
I think I always knew I was a little bit messed up in the head,
See with me being so quiet and all as a child
They’d look me in the eye
I wish I’d told you how good you looked in your suit when you picked me up for Homecoming.
I wish I’d told you how much I think about the time we went to the corn maze.
Expressing on paper has always been easier for me,as my conversations are with the sea.for i ascertain some of life’s secrets never hearing a wordwhile the waves caress and love me.
I'm having one of those days
Where every insult I can tell myself
Is rolling around in my head
I'm not smart enough
I'm not capable
Imagine growing up feeling broken
Broken like a clock stuck at night
Afraid of words that you’ve spoken
Or fearful of those that you might
Imagine stealing a glimpse at redemption
Today is Easter Sunday
The grass is a little greener
The flowers are beginning to say hello
The chill in the air seems less invasive
It’s time to wake up, get out of bed
It is time now to fallTears should stream down my faceAnd my throat hoarse from psalm
It is time now to abstainHoly ink should stream from my lipsAnd my throat hoarse with pleas for forgiveness
I might be wrong in thinking
That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms
Dark wombs
Even darker tombs sinking further down to a heated core, a hellish home
My body, at last.
Let me tell you something disgusting.
I’m still in love with you,
I don’t want to be, I don’t mean to.
Oh my sweet boy
You who were once my morningstar
Far away and too far gone
Lost amidst the endless sea
Drowning you with each crushing wave
I used to think that I was alone
I used to think that the ground would crumble beneath me
God, I would hear
I didn't think that he cared
I didn't know he was hear
God, I would here
The best ultimate religion I ever learnt of is " Good Deed"
No
matter how religious one is without a good good all in vain.
There’s so much I do on your behalf.
Restrain myself.
Degrade myself.
I keep myself in check.
Keep myself down and lowly,
i was raised to believe that God is in church
lately I think that is the last place he would be
It's my first attemt at an acrostic poem-
And the body is made to die, a
Very fine specimen, crafted with precision
Arranged into an organism, a
There’s a devil kneeling at my heels
and an angel bowing low before me.
One burns bright and blinding,
the other burns strong and lasting.
Okay So This Verse Speaks...
Upon ... " Biblical Themes " ...
Because Words Like These...
Now Really Don’t Seem To Have Too Much Worth...!?!
Because The Meek ARE NOT Inheriting The Earth... !!!
and to think for a minute that your corpse will bid you farewell– it’s a tragedy for some, but a mercy unto others.i can only pray that the taste of my death will be sweet,
It’s not hard when it’s not present
When we’re working together and we have to hide
When you’re 1,500 miles away
It’s not hard when we don’t think about it
(Disclaimer: This poem does not insinuate I engage in incest.
Mention of sleeping with my brother refers to times in the past
that I have been woken up by my younger siblings after they'd
If this world is holographic, then the afterlife is real.
Heaven is eternal.
Hell a temporary abode.
And the life inbetween.
All completely real.
That pain that I felt in my chest yesterday
is in my gut today
And I don't know if it's the heartbreak
moving through my veins into other parts of me
or if it happens to be the alcohol
I begged you for forgiveness
But you sat on your throne a laughed
I know you gave me my time with him like I asked you too
You gave me his love so you could watch me
As you took it all away from me forever
They say the devil wears Prada
But today she wears something new
I was raised as a Christian child
But God where the hell are you
I've been told if you need help pray to god
I’ve traveled to many countries,
Met people white black and brown,
I’ve seen beautiful locales,
Many times I brood alone
Thinking of the world’s melancholy mourning
Bearing the weight of creation
Upon my hateful human heart,
Until a presence fills me
My kiddos in Sunday School inspire me
They never fail to make me laugh
They've always changed my worst days to my best
Being a teacher is valuable
God will only find you in death,
Your life won't matter to him.
The help that you expect
Is shortcoming with every breath.
I had a dream nothing mattered,
Time just plays with us
The taste of wine reminds me of a man who died to redeem me thousands of years ago.
I have never met him.
He doesn't know me.
Back up, take this cracker from between my lips,
I don't need you to save me.
- to kiss god on the mouth
his lips taste like cheap pekoe tea and overly sweet vanilla creamer.
i run my hands through the hair of something i don't believe in.
there are no hymns, no bible verses
no miracles.
Sing Swan song
This is how our cries to blank void
Becomes a joyous song
Sing Swan song
For a death and rebirth in Christ
Let the sound of our voices
Enclosed in defeaning silence
The Yule log burns embers deep and bright
in the dark and dense woods.
The wind flies high in the sky
the birds follow its path.
The thunder roars in the sky
and the fire only grows brighter.
Orthopedic surgeon fled Vietnam at age fourteen
Old Lady works full-time and rescues children in between
My doctor doesn't know mother died from a complication of this surgery
Pray for the impossible,
Preach for those before
Learn to find what’s possible
And make a future to live for
As a daughter of the King,
I know I am more than
a number that magically knows my
flaws, imperfections, strengths, desires
and dreams.
I know I am more than
the sterotypical,
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
a feather at one’s nape:amidst that cocktail ofsound sight scenthis piqued some part of me;wafting, it beckonedand stroked my core.
Eternal emptiness static,
It was said and it was done.
Fields of creation galactic,
All but a thought for His fun.
For He knew all of what was to come.
A world, devoid of promise and truth,
Twilight of the godsNo, we are the dunes;with flimsy crust,with grass and scrub,we hope to holdagainst the dry,the drift from shifting winds.
One day,
we’ll surge past the exosphere,
flying at
two hundred ninety-nine million seven hundred ninety-two thousand four hundred fifty-
nine
I'm a lot like Cain,
That is, I don’t think about
The consequences of my actions. I don't know
What they’ll be
Until they happen. I
When I was a kid, my mom would give me and my sisters
coloring books to keep us preoccupied
during Sunday Masses- Jesus themed coloring books, of course.
The Catholic kind where you use crayons to
I own the rod
I own the staff
You walk through the valley
I make the path
You fear no evil
No shadow of death
I comfort you
With every breath
I don't believe in them
But there are gods
Gods which can only dream of finding someone like you
Someone who listens so closely
That their head pounds like a breaking dam
Waves crashing over the sides
I do not belive in them
But there are gods amongst us
Covering their ears
Trying to block out the sins of this world banging against their skulls
I am no saint
But I wish I could be your angel
she loves a woman but,
she still closes her eyes and bows her head to pray to
a god who i always thought
would never love me.
love thy neighbor but,
only if they have the
traditional kind of sex.
Blood drips down the hands
of the Savior who is filled in body brands
He, who died for You
Is the one that is stoned until turned black and blue
We were about to move
again
And he said we needed to paint the garage
He didn’t explain why
but he never does
But I don't know much about God
I know want to sit with him and his others
But my existence is sin
And I'll never reach what I want
Its fruitless
i think i was 11 when a stranger first asked where i hid my money
it was a cold winter day
you could see your breath sway and stay as the snow flew your way
i glanced back at his face
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared,
The children sprang from their homes and met at the center.
Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Small, and hidden among the hills
We go to receive the joy
Painted white by our own hands
Laboring together in industrial joy
In the spring, when the Easter is,
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.
Sometimes I’m a sexually repressed nun who fell for someone outside the faith,
A guy carrying multiple, heavy bags of groceries for someone who won’t return the favor,
I recently realized I could re-draw all of my mythologies - after all i say never beg for power because the powerful never give or bestow power. they act in power.the powerless always has the power to do right.
Whether she blamed him or he blames sheThe fall was always meant to be.The gift of knowledge,Forever blessed,Born from the woman’s mess.Yes it is she, sheWho stole the apple from the tree,
cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our st
Now, I know what you’re gonna think,
I know what you’re gonna say,
“Another poem, really? It doesn’t even have a title! What’s it gonna ponder on, world problems? We don’t need to be reminded of these things!”
You're my sadness,
Also my happiness
You're my lover,
Also my enemy
You're my laughters,
Being me is waking up and living every day you make descent that is too slow to say and to fast to understand.
Falling down into a burning under under land
Unable to reach out and grab a hand
You hide behind pages withered with millenia of hatred
Each letter an excuse for you to say "I don't care if they hold hands,
Just don't do it front of my kids."
There is no end in site.
Stereotypes exist because of..:
Muslims who blow things up,
Christians who wrongfully judge,
Sometimes it helps to pause a sec
To bow my head and genuflect
To slow my breath and just reflect
On the sins of mortal men
Sometimes I laugh until I cry
We’re doomed to cry until we die
Petrified flies swaying in the altar
Exasperating fly swatters roaming around the safehouse
Perilous sprays to keep them away
Sprays that only enhanced the flies to make them stronger
Day one
Religious
Dependent
Straight.
Youngest
Church is ok, would rather be somewhere else
“Baby’d” if you may
Day one
Religious
Dependent
Straight.
Youngest
Church is ok, would rather be somewhere else
“Baby’d” if you may
A series of fortunate events led me to grow up, to glow up, to dream of living more by the Torah - to give up my childish dreams and rebellious fantasies. Number One - All my “number one”s suddenly seemed immature and annoying.
For 8 years, on every wednesday night, my CCD class and I would sit in mass, eyes closed, with folded hands,
Tired.
Exhaustion
I seek to be retired
Where did it come from
Starting when I first came to the planet
Beginning of my life
The questions pop up like fireworks
Sparks flying out
I cover my face, evading them
while fire licks the dark sky
I push my hand over my ears
I don't want to see, to think
It hurts, my head straining
The Young Sapling
By: Madison Winchell
The young sapling, small and frail
Is suffocated by the roots of mature trees.
I grew up in a suburb
I grew up in a suburb full of white people
I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
I remember the confusion day after day,
only a child and oblivious to the world.
I remember hearing my mother pray
please, hear us and heal us.
Open your bible, pray for forgiveness, tell him your sins, the lord is your witness.
We are all children of God with free will; we are family, you know.
Then why in the definition of religion is the word control?
May 25, 2019
I cast my gaze upon the cool, crisp glass
I see a glimpse, the glimmer, the shadow, a horror
A face, my own, familiar, but not my own
For within it I see another face
Once, I played alone in my head,
Not a worry in sight.
That was a distance memory,
A dream I think back on while lying alone in the dark.
What that really me?
That carefree little girl
Again, back around to the beginning.
Repentance in cycles without an end.
My fallen nature; I keep on sinning.
No need for sex, all I want is a friend.
I have left reality for the mind.
Maybe you should just try to let them in Try to let them see that you're hurting, that you're hurt by his words. He damaged her beyond repair yet here she is... brOKen. I'm okay she says, I'm fine seriously.
I may not relate to those who are happier than me.
Although I may not show obvious signs of struggle, I am still lost.
When I got on my knees for church
And asked who am I doing this for?
When I watched a man die on the street
And wondered why anyone need be poor?
When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead
The air becomes dry
and the wind stops mewling
familiar hymns that I stopped singing
So that I may talk to you
Not smiling at smiling me from the DMV.
Not watching an R without all of the PG.
Not even checking the squares of democracy.
There are good and bad people in this world.
Doesn’t matter who they are.
Love is the only thing we need,
The thing that really defines us.
Isaac, my siblings, and some other random kids are running in a field.
We’re supposed to be playing tag, these kids and I,
but my siblings know I don’t run and don’t expect me to.
don't you ever just want to throw up
at how many people use
our belief system to justify
their rancid, filthy hate?
i'd give my left arm and right hand to love everyone
the way i'm supposed to and
reality isn't therapeutic
reality is a lot of words i
don't feel comfortable saying because
i am both a big sister and religious
Anxiety.
It’s always been there,
Lurking in the depths.
Have I learned how to rid it?
Not yet.
But as a person who has beliefs of what there is above,
I have put my fears to faith
I broke one of God's Commandments when I stole an extension cord.I was struck by a bolt of lightning because I angered The Lord.God is cracking down on those who break his Ten Commandments.
Even if I'm not happy, Jesus will still be here.
God will still hold my hand when I'm filled with fear.
They still think I'm beautiful when I think I'm ugly.
I ripped my heart from my chest, as I am apt to do;
"Do you believe in God?" Does "God" believe in you?
I wasn't raised a Catholic, but I know Baptists,
What looms beyond the trees—a monster black.
I see his visage clear, and hear its moan.
I wait to feel the claws upon my back,
Then wrap around my neck intent to choke.
God hired angels
To write some books
Those books
Were called life
The angels have to
Choosing our destiny
Arranging our fates
Erasing our dumb choices
My mind is a labyrinth.
I am trapped in an endless cycle of fear.
I am so afraid. I know what I must do…
I must leave the garden,
The only place world I have ever known.
I must leave His grace.
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant?
It's all I have ever asked of someone.
How is someone to be omnipresent?
They cry "all hail the one and only son."
In this poem,
The name of my crush has been redacted
And replaced with the word "god":
God,
you’re hot
But that’s another poem.
God,
let me write poems about you.
its always been you
you've been there all along
the perfect harmony to my everlasting song
you took my breath away
you made me proud of who i am today
you helped me to see who i really am
When I eat veggies,
Nature comes to my own brain,
When I drink cocoa,
I thank God that I exist.
What can explain it?
I am not an accident.
Why with randomness?
Everything has a purpose,
It emanates from you.
A paramount aroma. One so compelling we may be blinded by it.
Like a bat who's lost the ability to echo-locate, only guided by his scent.
And just like the serpent tempted Adam and Eve with the forbidden apple,
the burning desire for you to be mine led me into your coils of damnation.
Sitting outisde watching the leaves change colors
I contemplate and think about my righteous Savior
How He has always been present ready to guide me
I am the wild youth.
I am made to become something as I had started,
But I stand here as nothing.
My voice is the loudest, the most rebellious, and the angriest,
Intrinsic
Alway wondering,
my mind yearns for truth.
Morals never took precedence-
your preacher was unconvincing.
Hatred,
Manipulation,
Fraudulence,
Corruption.
The world we live in
Should be seen as a sin.
We walk around in a mask
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked, "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
Stumbling in the darkness,
They say that ignorance is bliss.
But yet leads to becoming careless,
Oh! How did mortal eyes ever miss?
Such a brilliant radiance,
Which was concealed behind a certain oblivion.
God Made Me A Better Man
the morning stars made our
heavenly skylights ignite today
the colors corresponding
creating value to everything
God you have made me a better man.
When sky speaks of nearby heaven,
and the ground of human hands,
between them rests the freshest angel.
Tomorrow he has silver dollars woven through his course, unkempt mane
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
With five blows of a hammer,
The Western Church was torn,
And all across five hundred years,
The argument was born.
Bam!
No prophet spoke as Caesar,
Indeed, nor did our Lord,
Some dark nights I think about Hell and of death,
Of torture and devils and cold demon-breath.
A monk, a professor, a seer, a writer,
In my half-asleep mind debate on hellfire.
I have been beaten and shamed
My heart has broken, my mind has fallen apart
But surrounded by my struggles
I’m still standing.
I was white bread, sticking to the roof of his mouth:He was all bones and warm brown skinWe leaned into each other,
I just came back home,
Now I will be starting school,
School life is different.
Today I saw a beautiful dream
It was somewhere from within
It seemed so real at the time - I wonder
I dreamed that love has ruled the world
That no one is sick or hurt
Jesus, My Captain
You have displayed
Love
Forgiveness
and Grace
To make me a woman
of God.
Jesus, My Captain
You have given me
Family
Friends
and Community
etheral ututopian world shaken to the core
carnage of murder,of kidnap and rape,they point that accusitory finger at all of which who don't believe
screaming their scriptures at soil wrought sinners.
You weren’t there when I needed you.
Your selfish ways were rude.
Your priorities were skewed.
You manipulated me for your gain,
And you cared nothing about my pain.
But in your absence, I found my assets.
What comes after death?
What lies beyond the final breath?
Is the body just a mere shell?
Do we really go to heaven or hell?
Or the murky fields of Asphodel?
Or are we all under a spell?
I want to see God like my mother does.
She welcomes Christ like an old friend,
and loves Him as family,
but all these saints are strangers to me.
I hold a wounded Christ,
or so legend says,
within this fragile sand dollar -
five punctures - hands, feet, side
no blood or gore to disturb me
but a gentle reminder
of his sacrifice
GOD IS SCIENCE
A Sonnet
When God and Science both come out to play
There’s something people need to realize:
The wicked man may drive them both away,
to the girl who clutches attention
like a boa constrictor claims its next meal
you do not get to tell me how to feel
you do not get to tell me I am not valid
What do the eyes see?
Permanent vibrant colors
Or chalk drawn images
Washed up
When the rain comes
Dripping onto rooftops
Streaming
Down walls
Perforated edges
I don't care if your here I dont care if you're not
I don't care if your a woman I don't care if you're a man
I don't care if you're young I don't care if you're old
There are stained glass windows illuminated by winter memories purged
The dust dancing on sun colored air
Who can see the Lord?
Our creator invisible.
Like the winds only heard
The world is a maze of good and bad.
There are times when we are happy and times when we are sad.
They call me Medusa,
a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa.
The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight;
jealous? Of what, the rape of an innocent acolyte?
The lust of a capricious potency,
I’ve been face to face with the Devil.
I have braved darkness, deep and shallows.
Above and beneath the bowls.
O! The howls!
I came a long way on this hell road, with my eyes closed,
* Subhanallah = Glory be to God.
Sixteen ghosts died inside me this year
Subhanallah.
A classroom full of men I should have loved
As
I look up,
I see the world
that was left in
the waters reflection, the life
that happened, the pains and the
When I began my journey, I wore a dress of white.
It dazzled and became me well,
It sparkled in the sunlight.
I am lost in a sea of minutes and hours
I am trapped in a castle, locked in it's towers
I am floating through life like a leaf on a breeze
I am crushed by my fears and left on my knees
I'm an atheist,
But that doesn't make me rude.
Keep on trucking, theists,
By all means, you do you.
But I don't appreciate
Being painted as the villain.
I'm not broken nor filled with hate;
I died to sleep
Perchance to dream
To escape this old world
With its horrors yet untold.
But, alas, I stirred
For a frightful air
Disturbed my slumber
Causing me great despair.
virgin means untainted
although i am not innocent
this is how
he left me
this olive oil has been touched
mutilated
I refuse to submit to the brainwashing of
Faith.
I am liberated through
The world;
I am limited by
Religious culture.
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
I don't need
Humanism
To be good, I require only
God.
I don't need man-made distractions such as
Technology and modern advancements
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another
Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother.
One love for a higher power
And all we do is argue.
In this final hour,
Recognize the common
rather than the feud.
We forget the heart,
light came from the window
and fell on my arm
the other day
it felt a lot like you
warming me from the inside out
wrapping me in peace and contentment
I watch the world pass by
So many church steeplesSo much crimeSo many hungryThree jobs and no restPreacher says give to meYou will be blessedNo religionJust church
I'm paralyzed.Stuck in these feelingsstuck in my head.It's too late for treatment,I'm already dead.I'v
Father, can you hear me? My heart in pain outcrying,I need redemption, I beg you, please, To calm my fear of dying. Father, I apologize;I lay my burdens down.For all the sin and all the lies, I’m sorry, I cry out. Father, for your grace, I thank
Hatred and brutality make up our personalities,
Endless wars and fighting brings nothing but insanity,
They explain it as fidelity, define it as loyalty,
But is killing your neighbors truly an act of audacity?
Dear God,
Or
Maybe not so
Dear.
Where are you?
Where have you been?
It feels like I’ve been on “Read”
forever.
Where were you?
Dear God,
I can see my whole face in the pupil of my eye.
I can eat a whole piece of my mom's pumpkin pie.
I can handle a handlful of the diamonds in the sky,
but why try when we're all just gonna fly
I want to scream
But I stay silent
I want to run around without shoes
But my shoes stay on as I sit
And I stare at the frozen statue of a man
I pray to Him, I wonder if He even hears me.
My routine:
Alarm set to wake me up at 5:00 A.M.
After I awaken, I play some tunes.
I like J. Cole, Kendrick, Tupac, Jay, Nas…
Dear former self,
I’m writing you from the other side of that place
Where the two rivers meet
You haven’t seen it with your earthly eyes
But have with your soul
You haven’t a memory of it
My Dearest Clementine!
I’m convinced little birds help you dress every morning!
You’re a tall sunflower with petals bright and soft.
Your cheeks are dappled with tawny freckles
I am ancient hopes,
I am fragile dreams,
I am the stony, hardened tears
of a soul with too many years,
in a journal with degraded seams
as a blind heart in darkness gropes
The forest air
floats heavy in the trees
the ground illuminated
by it, a gothic chandelier
moonlight dances on the cauldron
with contorted contents to puppeteer
and so it cooks
Dear Allah,
This is Your masterpiece of wonder,
Who at only six years old
Could speak and direct the world,
Be it real or virtual.
Early in the morning I sacrificed my time and my sleep to climb this mountain.
While all was still dark and asleep, we were all awake. And so we began.
Different but similar, in distinct scenes
Interpretations of that which is “eternal”
Some of the bounded in settings infernal,
Variations seen
In the beginning, man created ideas
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
I felt him
rise from his deep slumber
The new day shall begin
as the old day is numbered
He felt me
gravitate towards the light
I felt the need to be free
but it was too bright
God, our mother,
my mother,
When you formed me, incubated me
Was I apart of your being
did you speak in my voice
as I sometimes speak in yours?
This is our last chance to grieve
Dear Lord, I was only thirteen
The host of trepidation freshly forgot,
You coerced forgiveness from fester and rot
My mind is an ever-evolving ball of guilt and shame
Every thought twists and turns, leaps and lunges, crosses and curves
Every time I catch one two others take its place
I’m only sixteen
Who do you believe?God or the influential priest?Who causes your grief?Is it God or the beast?
I said i’d leave you alone
But nights like these make me want to talk to you.
You’re the piece of my youth & desperation
That god no longer wanted to carry.
Don’t look at me like that! As if I’ve never opened the bible. As if I haven’t memorized the well glorified scripture John 3:16, as if I haven’t had Matthew 7:1 drilled into my mind “Judge and you shall be judged.”
to god:
age 5. strawberry dress, springtime shoes, thorny nylons,
i asked why i had to dress for religion like dad does at work
To the ones I no longer hold dear,
When your picture is pointed out on the tapestry
That's hung in the archives of my heart
By it's new inhabitants
Give up Yahweh. Stop thinking
That everything happens for a reason,
That you’ll be rewarded for the good.
Stop wondering
If you’ll be punished for the bad.
She whispers into the darkness,
to find light.
I do not understand.
If she is trying to find light,
why look in the dark?
Dear God,
I’m in a funny spot
I call it funny because I’m laughing out my mascara
I know You’re here
Dear World,
I made a choice, I chose a chance
A chance for freedom
freedom for all
For immigrants, for natives
For love, no hatred.
Hatred is a weapon
A weapon I will not use.
The walk to my curch is somewhat lengthy,
but I need the salvation tonight.
Six o'clock is fast approaching,
urging me to pick up my pace.
The fellowship dinner winds up taking 45 minutes
Dear God,
Your truth is all consuming,
And your salvation greater still,
Than any human effort,
And all of human will.
I care, though, kindly to ask,
How you our sole creator,
May the tired souls of the restless and stressed be pitied and blessed,
May the lost souls of the faithless find comfort and solace,
May the children of this world be guided towards edification,
Smoked weed all day just to take the pain away.
Cigarettes the same day.
Wanted a new life he told me yes you may.
You can do anything, I can make you sing.
You won't feel anything, No more pain just play my game.
Soothe the mind, captivate with sound.I've got a life time to grind.
Don't forget he's mine, To future extent my tempo is his heartbeat.
Fortune found compose distruction of deceased, extermination of illumination.
They said she had to be on drugs.
It wasnt because she had a disfunctional family and people filled her head with dark.
She wasn't ever depressed for thinking about how the world turned.
You try to take me down, I'll look you in the eyes.
Look you up and down, then have you tell me lies.
Tell it to your friend we're all gonna die, so take it to the skies.
Articles Of faith, confession, then communion.
Luminous, telepatic, and wise, i'm never gonna die.
This intuitive power is rising me higher.
There's crystal clear vision, ain't no such thing as division.
to the one whom gravity holds tightest to,
you're an aging collection of
thin skin and heavy bones
known by a name
passed through the lips of few
with ribs housing
Will You hold me again, my Lord and my God,
hold me again, through this wind and this fog,
for the waves and the wind of this sorrowful sea
can be most wonderful if only You'd hold me.
God, move your peopleMove in this placeThe Lord's name is powerfulForever God you reignYou call me cou
They say to view him as my father.
But my father abandoned me,
and my father forgets to love me,
and my father tells me "shhh" every time I speak near him,
and my father chose a life of "spirituality" over me.
We're the arrows that God uses for his bow, and most of the time, he's missing
He's drunk in his backyard and blindly picking us up from the dirt ground
In the entire history of humanitythere was but One Manwho practiced love and anmityas perfect as one can.He is better than any otherand no one could come close.He cared for me like a brother
A clear tapestry sewn together with the tools of Passion, Love, and a firey Obsession
Can be bound together with ones true confession
Because I Love you I let God take you away,
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...
Who am I?
In terms of religion,
Who am I?
I'm plagued with confusion.
When I die,
What's after life?
Is there nothing?
My mind's full of strife.
Is there Heaven?
Honestly, I was born in the wrong era
into a time of progression
my values constantly put down
because I'm "special."
No, just different.
So go ahead and critisize
I may be a traditionalist
How many universes are there?
Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number?
Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer.
The cosmos is a large and mysterious place,
Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
is this all a dream?
or is it all real?
are our lives a mirage?
perhaps, we were created for fun
are we placed on this board game
to do nothing
but be shot down
by the aspects of life?
Love isn't always perfect, but it's consistent and unconditional
It is patient, kind, understanding, and genuine
It's asking how someone is doing
If they're not good, you'll be there for them
As I sit here, I begin to wonder, "How can this world so easily cast me asunder?"
Falling Victim to all of the pressure, and a pain so deep that none could measure.
And the battle begins... He strikes from every angle...He sneaks in through them doors of... lust and desire.And every time you're weak, angry hungry or tired...HE FIRES! Liar....
I once saw a star
In the midnight air
shining straight towards me
Though it was lovely,
it was manipulative
Though it was manipulative,
I kept wishing
Wishing to the star,
Politics & Religion
Were never meant for polite society
My parents taught me.
But polite society doesn't exist
At least in this day and age.
Now and again vulgarities show
Marring perfect plans
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion.
Alone in this world
Yelling into the void
And out of my indecision.
A mere two words prompting a connection beyond.
I was born with puppet strings in my skin.
With hooks in my joints and a painted-on smile.
I was born to please and placate,
To be Mommy's Little Angel
(To look pristine).
I was born to vomit bubblegum pink
All around are people, too
Busy to
Care about anything except the moment they are in, too
Distracted to notice that they are not the only ones that
Exist. They do not have the time to see the world
Late at night I lie awake
Pray the lord my soul to take
And if I fall asleep tonight
Don't let me see the morning light.
Late at night I lie awake Pray the lord my soul to take And if I should have dreams that are bright Don't let me see the morning light.
I've seen a lot of red
The first when leaving my mom on the first day ever
Running downstairs to show dad
Excitement, not fear, not nearves
I was too young then
Bloody noses, bloody knees
All humans are born free and equal yet it never seems that way,
Hateful words of society corrupt people from day to day
“Dress how you’d like your body is great!”
Boom!
The sound of another gun shot.
Breaking news!
Another murder.
Seek shelter!
Another flood.
What is this?
It is a mad world,
but also a bad one.
Since when did it matter who you love?
when did loving someone of the same sex become a crime?
since when did religion stop being included in the first amendment?
when did believing in something different cause mass panic?
She flies away
Blissfully, swiftly away
Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take
But not life, no
Age is what she seeks
I Am(read from top to bottom)
I am empty
It is untrue that
I can be filled
I believe
Faith isn't real
Stop saying that
I can be saved
I know
incomplete
I am not
What a glorious place is this,
that the freedoms of speech and religion prevail.
What a devasted place is this,
that th stifling of free press exists.
What a magnificent place is this,
They see me
just a brown woman,
they fear those blessed
and melanin infused
with strong pigment
and color,
A true badge of honor,
The United States of America
To some a haven of privilege
And others a hell of prejudice
There’s a system in place
A list stating
Mother America
I am did feed thy milketh
Her breasts were consumed with youth.
A preliminary smile that inspired a nation yet to be conceived.
Change is inevitable
Change the inevitable
Life is a repeating bell curve
Ups and downs on a massive scale
And America is on the down turn
-
Unemployment: 4.5%
It is awfully hard to pick a fight with something that you can not see or reason with.
All my life, the one thing that I have never seen, the one thing to which I have not been formally introduced.
A fair haired child born of a Mama converted to religion and a Daddy inclined to believing from afar.
My thoughts are too loud to
not let out,
But I don't
know what to
write about,
the rhymes spout
but they all sound the same,
they fall from
the clouds where
my soul hides,
White hoods
Confederate flags
Burning crosses
Callin’ us “fags”
Vicious and violent
Even if they can’t reach us.
But we don’t stand a chance
If those who could help don’t show up,
Why am I hiding from God?
Unlike Adam and Eve,
I put on a "Hello brethren, happy Sabbath" facade, instead of a fig leaf.
America the free
But are we really free?
Striving to contain a positive image
Looking into the mirror
Not many like what they see
Remain a healthy mindset is what I strive to do
Blinding light nearby
With the crashing of the waves,
The weight: too heavy
Which way do I look?
Everyone talks about how blue the sky was that morning,They talk about the first responders who were quick to help the hurt,About the people who traveled to the golden gates that day About their family members and their friends and all effected,Ab
We are the people of the USA. We’ve got to learn that we’ve got to pray. We the people are united no matter how hard we try to be divided. Yes were different, I’ll give you that. But it only takes one to make an impact.
Always be sure to read your Bible everyday so that you will always have Gods word on your mind and in your heart. It is very important that you do this in order to live life the way God wishes for you too.
Boom boom
Boom boom
She runs a race
She can not win
Love out love in love out
Again and again
A pointless feat
Yet she pushes, again
Too much the pain
A land invaded by Europeans
Soil soaked with the blood of the Natives and Slaves
Immigrants come in droves to get the great American Dream
Her words can hold rhythm with the way your heart beats
Her mouth spews promises
I wish she could keep
Theres whole galaxies in her head
But she's afraid to leave the earth
They say God is in the cosmos
Whether or not I pray to a God is none of your concern
Whether or not I pray to multiple gods is also none of your concern
Moonlight
drips from the pores of the sky and
shines light upon green gardens and barred
fences. The grey tint shows indifference on faces and in
Breathe.
When you take a breath, what do you feel?
Do you feel alive or ready to help this nation thrive even more?
Now think.
Red, White, and Blue. Such beautiful colors that wave high above,
Lately though all I see is Black, White, and Brown.
Funny how three colors can unite us, funny how they divide us.
Four and a half years after you came into my life you are gone from it
One year of silent staring
Seven months of friendship
One year and four some odd months of dating
And the rest in between,
Well...
"With our heads pressed to the wall
they'll try to end us once and for all
because of the things we pray we'll
have to pay for it each passing day.
They'll expect us all to fall
That great flag flys high above us, it says freedom for all
Freedom for all has some terms and conditions though
Must be of a light or fair skin tone
Must be of a christian denomination
Must be a man
When He was happyHe placed in the skyA thousand twinkling diamondsAnd the lover reaches up, up, up
To grab these tiny jewelsAnd add to his collection
We are all renters here
Living in borrowed space
Here and there, far and near
For the entire human race
A song played on the radio.
Told me that I gotta know
That I'm not alone.
Eyes welling with tears,
I turned it up so I could hear.
Someone with a love so great,
That it never runs out.
Hearts
Something you are given at birth
A sense of love, happiness
Sadness, pain and family
A beautiful yet treacherous
She never liked the way her clothes fit on top of the skin that also never fit quite right. Her hands had always held things too tight and her feet could never run fast enough. She was either too much or too little for a demanding world.
The clock is set back and time is rewound
As I look behind myself and contemplate
I see a girl, chiding - so afraid to be found
Lying beneath an oak in a cowering state
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own.
It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word,
"For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
She cradled my hand and spat the truth
this religion is just not for you.
I peddled to shore when the sun rose
and practiced a life I have not yet disclosed.
Ripples danced over my chest
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
Shout for joy to the Lord, and worship gladly;Come before Him with joyful songs, asserted grandly;We belong to Him, He made us, pasture of the majesty;Enter his gates with thanksgiving, fervent and radically.
Your love has wrapped around me,
like a quilt fabricated of the never-ending world,
There is a song that you sing,
a voice soft as silk, and sweet as honey,
My fathers arms have held me tight,
There are celebrities who people idolize.They may not know it but it's wrong in God's eyes.Jehovah God is the only one who deserves to be idolized.This may anger some people and some may be sur
Joseph and Mary tried to find shelter but they were unable.Finally, an innkeeper gave them permission to use his stable.Jesus was born in that stable and Mary put him in a manger.
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.
Why must we feel heartbreak? From where does it come?
I assure you this: It doesn’t come from above
But rather from evil with malicious intent
First pleasure, then pain and spiritual torment
Why must we feel heartbreak? From where does it come?
I assure you this: It doesn’t come from above
But rather from evil with malicious intent
First pleasure, then pain and spiritual torment
The Baptism of Jesus was a great experience and because of it, you and I are moved.When Jesus was baptized, God said "This is my son, the beloved, whom I have approved".
God.
A being we can never fully grasp without His help.
One who brings us joy and emotion.
He who first felt pain and sorrow
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.
Thanks God for letting me wake up today.Thanks God for letting me live another day.Thanks God for letting me have food and not to suffer from starvation.
In the beginning, God was the only one who had the gift of existence and he shared that gift with us.God also gave the gift of existence to Jesus and the angels and if you ask me, that was generous.
Do you ever say thank you to Him?
"God i just had the best the day, thank you again."
I'm not saying I believe , I'm not saying there's an ounce of Christian in me .
This darkness of mine is not worthy of my home’s beauty
And you care not, for in you there is no darkness at all.
You know not of the rolling hills that I sat and longed for mutely.
When you're tempted to commit a sin, remember God's son.When you're tempted, ask yourself what Jesus would've done.Jesus Christ has never sinned, he was a perfect human being.
The lifeless air hung around my neck like an old scarf in the cold. Drowsy eyes of toddlers bundled in layers of coats with their Sunday best underneath, walked sluggishly in the path of their parents.
Martin Luther King JR. has his own holiday, God should be given a holiday too.God deserves to be given a holiday, that is what our Government should do.
Too many people don't believe in The Almighty God anymore.They don't believe in him, God is somebody who they ignore.So many of today's people are non-religious, they believe that God isn't real.
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.
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us?
We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust
So that we can maintain our grassy plains,
Cultivate creativity,
Stumble, trip and fall
I will arise once more
No weight may break me
No obstacle may bar me
I will overcome it all
No demon shall sway me
As my alarm rings I lay snug in my bed
Bound in my blankets I wish I was dead.
The world outside my house is strangled in fear.
I'm quite warm and rested; I'd rather stay here.
Waking up every day
I know that I am saved from yesterdays sins
that might have carried my heart away.
He keeps me going,
my energy flowing,
and happiness He keeps on showing.
Death can't bring about life but that wasn't so in Jesus's case.When he died, it brought about immortality for the Human Race.Because of Jesus's death, the dead will not perish, they will live forever.
Satan is working extra hard and he's coming after me and you.We must resist his evil temptations, that is what we must do.When Lucifer makes people do us wrong, it's best to forgive them.
If you feel worthless and think that nobody cares, it's not true.You are priceess in the eyes of God and he won't abandon you.When some people feel anxious and depressed,
Knives thrust deep within the backs of others;
Smiles that keep igorant minds at bay;
Words that break barriers and bones alike;
Deception and destruction and acts of strife.
In a world so empty of hope.
In honor of my early morning church seminary class teachers,
Sister Bruce and Sister Freeby
Bang! Bang!
My alarm clock sings its wordless song,
It's not just the sun kissing my cheek and brightening my eyes
It's not just the chime that tells me someone is thinking about me
It's not just the wind flying beneath me as I ride down the hill on my bike
We sit around the table
While the fire dances in the air
Silence filled the room like a swimming pool filled with water
Eyes connecting
Hands grip tightly on one another waiting for something to be spoken
i wonder what the others feelwhen drinking wine or grape juice.it's strange, i know--it tastes to melike comfort, love, identity--the fruit of the vine, warm chanukkah nights,
Oh Holy Ghost this ehco toasts to love that's long been gone.
I started praying because of you.
Like the Holy Ghost you were
always there, always wanted
never there, never wanted
My first love.
You see I knew the man, but not the message.Now I know the man and the message.The message is not in the magazines full of airbrushed models.That tell me everything that is wrong with my exterior.The message is that "I am fearfully and wonderfully
The stained glass sounds like a wind chime as it fallsThat wind, like the choir, brings God back from the dead.Maybe there is still a pew with a wrinkled hymnbook
There was a looming sadness cast over the age of men, a shadow of the greatness to come.
I bought a picture of Jesus and it's hanging on my wall.When a man walks with Jesus, he has it all.Jesus lived on Earth and died t pay for our sins.Without him and his father, manind can not win.
Religion had locked me up, in a closet
shrined with Adam and Eve and Mary and Joseph,
Adam married Eve, my child,
Mary wedded Joseph, my child.
I want to bite down, bite down, bite down
"I'm proud of you, you did it on your own."
Bite harder.
She's still trying to suck the air from my lips
I was stopped by a man in a room made of gold
He sat and told me his life story
yet he couldn't look me in the eyes
as he called me beautiful
We were both looking for "God" in all the wrong places
Their noses are higher than their IQ's
they step on sweet innocents as if they roses.
When will they relize?
We fumble around as if we've been shotten ,
but in reality we are all just rotten.
His Love
It envelops me in happiness
It makes my heart sing a song
It pulls back the curtain of confusion
It teaches me right from wrong
It shows me the purpose of life
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
Born from a virgin and in a manger
before this time, He was just a stranger.
Just a name that I would call out in distress
but now I thank Him for all that I've been blessed.
The times when I first used words to speak, talk, and prattle
Were not the same experiences where I used them in a poem battle
Writing came easy to me, so did speach and rhyming,
I read a pamphlet that asked if religion is dying, it's almost dead.Religion may be gone forever in just a couple of decades ahead.Religion is important to me because it's what America needs.
Lord, I am a sinner.
This I know for certain,
Yet I am not actively working towards self betterment.
Lord on the rare occasion that I get down on my knees to reach you,
Most times I do not know what to say.
there is the power of man
and there is the will of God
when the two do not pursue the same method
tragedy is necessary
I am a tragedy;
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The night sky spoke for itself.
Emitting perpetual promise,
Unlike the pretense of your idols.
Your lens dotted with the dust of pastors,
Fear of heaven,
Mine clear with the spotless faith in
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me.
Say it loud Im black and I’m proud
Poetry is therapeutic
I lower my pen to paper
And I don't have to pay one hundred-forty dollars for temporary peace of mind
Tears released
Breath finally caught
I am whole
It is memory
The bad
O Saraswati, seated on a swan
Lotus in hand, and clad in white
Mother of speech and verse,
I salute you in your voice.
Born in the palm of the Mother
And raised on her nectar
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
God loves me
and he loves you
no matter how many sins you make
god can forgive you
gods the one who made the grass green
and skies blue
he also made you
to those who believe the big bang theory
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.
If you tell me again
That we’re no different
That we just happened
Our luck was purely evolutionary
I will give up trying
Give up telling you that
We’re different
We’re special
I've been guilty of my actions and not wanting to take the blame,
I've brushed it off and put my weight on another man’s shoulders thinking my sins will soon go away.
i know it's a sin
to compare you to God
but damn
you're the closest thing to heaven
that i ever saw
If god is real, then why not the Zeus?
From retarded apes, we have diverged.
From near extinction, we have profused.
Our mental growth has been induced;
Yet irrational thought has come merged.
A heart of love is pure and kind.
It knows no evil ways.
It's jealous not, nor proud in mind.
It's patience never fails.
A heart of love will suffer long
And bear all peircing pain.
Me, Black
Afro
American
Product of rape
Product of hate
Product of product;
I reproduce in self hate;
Me.
I sit in the front of the bus.
sun rising, yeast baking in the soiled sheets. froth of your love like latte lattice stuck to the brim of my tongue. bric-a-brac baby, midas touch, gold sheen of betrayal in morning love.
god wears a necklace with a thin gold chain
and "julia" written in script, a name clutched
in the hollow of a sunkissed throat.
god wears a soft blue skirt with
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
Driving home alone late at night
is something of a religious experience.
It’s not something you’ll want to do often—
it’s like church that way—
but you realize that
sometimes we need loneliness
There is a sickness in my stomach that was not there yesterday,
It is a turning, churning feeling of what was taken from me,
And it doesn’t go away.
Every time I think of you it burns.
I take a step closer and I look at Him in awe.
So pure and divine.
Creater of my world, Savior of my life.
Only for You, I would kill with a knife.
Cover up and head down to the temple,
Visit me with your new beloved girls.
May she be happy with rhinestones or pearls,
May angels protect you from the devil.
Contaminated in desperation,
my heart longs for your voice to heal its wounds.
Though weary, my mind seeks restoration.
My soul awaits on words to make it swoon.
if you asked me to write down all my trivial thoughts i remember on a daily basis, there wouldn't be many.
maybe a melody of laughter with friends or
blurry faces brushing by in the hall or
When will it be ok
To no longer hide
From a world full of hate
And a society full of lies?
Jehovah God gives people gifts, my gift is the ability to write.When we think about what God does for us, it causes delight.Albert Einstein wouldn't have been a genius without God's contribution.
Blah blah, night, blah blah, death.I’m tired of this song.
But I picked up a book of hymns today, turned to the index. Some on faith, lots on Jesus. None on death. That section said “See ‘Funeral’.“
I’m not religious. I mean, I was when I was younger. I was brought up in Christian family. God was my saviour.
Problems of mankind are caused by the tongues of men.
You see our tongues could either be a blessing or a help to cause sin
I believe in a god
But not a god that others do
I believe in a god
That makes bookstores feel mystical
That makes you catch a whiff of old books
That makes you almost swoon with nostolgia
Soft pattering on the roof,A steady blanket of feather-light rain bathes my house.The dark periwinkle color peeking in through the blinds;It's safe. Paws padding softly over to the window,
She
pens her whispers into hushed handwriting.
shouts her fears, thoughts, angers into the cold clean air.
slinks through every inhalation that passes,
My feet walk over this earth and I remain ignorant to so many things. From whom the mirror shows me To how to use my hands But my mother has told me about you She kissed the crown of my head when I still could not see nor talk And whispered "Than
Walking down the street, my mind as clear as the baby blue sky,
"Hey, look at that girl, she's one of them!" says one angry, aggressive guy
Now my mind is not clear, it is far from pristine,
When a rough day has passed,filled with tears brought on by the persecution of my peers,I look towards the sky and see,that despite the storm, the sun fights to shine brightly.When the memory of my dear brothers last days cloud my mind,my heart sh
o lord our lord, how excellent
thy name in all the earth!
psalm viii
the linen-draped priests can spend
all Sunday summoning up this
stained-glass earth-shaker,
Oh Krishna! I cannot bear the agony in my heavy heart.
Being all alone in this unknown place is enough for any gopi to suffer.
In this materialistic world, I am undernourished
What is life?
What is this endless sea of emotion and complexity?
This grief and this joy?
This pain and this comfort?
This chaos and this peace?
This injury and this healing?
Although you may not see him
He is there
In your weakest hour
He is there
When you start to doubt
He is there
Struggling to make ends meet
He is there
Feeling alone and depressed
All I need,
it is not the same as what you need.
Some people need food or water to survive,
others need a phone and a person to thrive.
I too need those things to live,
but they're not necessities.
In childhood, I was cut off from my family.Unable to speak in and on their terms,I reached for the tongue long lost to me.
So, tell me,
When you speak, does the world hear you?
What do your words say?
About your character? What do those words tell?
Because what I see,
loving, protection and comfort all that you give me
never selfish, nor greedy
your love for me forever felt
even on bad days because of your sons welts
even through my fathers death
He wakes up the sun
to shine on the morning
He raises up the moon
to shine through the night
He keeps me safe and he holds me close
and with his love all things are right
He touched my hand and it felt like fire-
Burning, hot, sweet desire,
He meant the world.
He meant the world when he said he
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
All I’d need
Would be God
With His wonders he’d keep me alive
Because He parted the red sea when his people were being attacked
Made it rain fresh bread from an empty sky
applying for heaven
purgatory
is cold and bright
and smells like metal.
g-d’s butler will have you sit down at a crappy plastic desk
Grace Of God Turned My Back On The StreetsSo That I Can Live A Holy LifeStepping Up , And Stepping OutShowing My Friends That I Am The Model Type I Am Scholar, But I Am A Product Of A High School Drop Out... The Life I Chose To Live Is For Me To
In the finite plane of a lifetime;
Catching dreams and atoms in a jar
A unique rainbow ship to learn to steer
Through tossing waves of pathways near and far
The masquerade of time my biggest fear
When the ships starts to tremble amid the threatening waves of the ocean
As the sky turns into giant puffs of blackness
Hold on
Hold on tight
Faith, its the only thing I need To stay safe and sane Knowing God is with me calms me Through storms & rain I know he's the only one The only one who won't leave Leave me stranded or wondering
For many men will chase the skies, but few will ever find them
A mortal man will morph his guise, and his darkness shall consume him.
Searching for a heaven here hurts many unforgotten
LISTEN, who told you that God could not be a woman?I am almost 6 feet under my own fearsand I have no holy power to turn tothat is a reflection of me.Who shoved their generationally skewed
Never.
Never give up on me.
I'm like a tree, budding in my love for thee
First, I will not know
For my limbs had not yet been free
From their canopy of leaves
Then when I do, I'll be uncertain,
Memorable Medallion
Hail Mary.
Bearing a lily, St. Gabriel does not tarry
With expostulation and adoration
Of the Blessed Virgin.
In the lonely darknessStands a kind, but hurt orphanShe goes by the name, LaurenHiding her tears with smilesWhile looking up at the night skyNoticing its the only beautiful thing...In her life
they asked me, what's the one thing that i need?
my intuition said tuition -- but my soul said "im free"
i call it emancipation, cuz my cup is full of seeds
because i reap what i sow but no reaper reachin me
The sunbeams are harsh on my skin
yet you are here
My thirst is never ending
yet you never leave me
Even though I feel alone
you have not left
Though my enemies may be tens of thousands
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
In all the world, in what we hold dearest
I cannot seem to say I could live without
The air in which I breathe throughout the day
Or the ground beneath me which bears my weight
your love; I am wondering if it’s enough.
We said forever but I wonder if I am a liar.
I wonder if my God has forgiving me for gambling your love.
My heart would feel complete if I only fallowed through.
Restless days have accumulated from the regression of my knees.
Parasites are sinking in, remembering the days I turned away from you.
This mistake devastated your heart, but God the heart is elastic.
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.
Looked at the clouds yesterday
They put a smile on my face
All I could do was think of you
And all the things that you do
Like how you take my pain away
You brighten up everyday
Hand written with a quill pen,
Growing each day,
My Wiccan spellbook is my pride and joy.
I look at it every day,
And it reminds me,
Of who I was, am, and will continue to be.
On a deserted island, here I amDoomed to die, in the sandI won't bring any tears to let cryOr something to hold, like someone's hand.
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be,
It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree.
It was not a hanging, that's far from true,
It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
He is like the father I never had,
The one I go to when I am sad,
The one who I thank when I am filled with joy,
Be free of mind and spirit. Let God be in control.
He will show you the way,
to achieve your final goal.
Fighting what He tells you, just takes more time away.
Consider Judas Iscariot, son
Of Simon, follower of Christ the Lord.
Their souls were knit, and became as if one,
His heart's best brother, above all adored.
Consider this; a favor, asked by a friend,
The billowing wind, the scent of the sea
The crash of the waves, the sound of silence
And me.
The darkness falls, yet stars gleam bright
As seraphs-in shadows-stand guard,
Waves: crash,Sand: coarse, grainy, irritable,Waves: crash, break,Shells: sharp, jagged, painful,Waves: crash, break, awaken,Sun: hot, blinding, powerful,Waves: crash, no more,
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.
He will never turn away from me no matter how many times
I push him away or doubt His love
Or question him angrily about why I feel this way and why terrible things happen
I cannot truly live without His love
I gasp in fear as I for the first time see
The frightening, frothy foam around me
With selfish fright, I see the swiftness of the water
Flowing steadily to you, my father
The pastor began his sermon as he did every time
Reading from a devotional that he found online
As far as pastors go, he really wasn't very good
He tried to explain things he himself never understood
See the thing about God is...
People
You, me, he, she, I, they, we...
People
love to forget their own purpose.
Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
Just another kid right?
I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence,
because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
The day is cold,The sun's grown old.The sky is grey,I can't tell between the tears of the sky and the tears of my face.Yet, I will mumble under my breath,Hallelujah
Soldier of Christ
I tend to see too many people going through their relationship with Christ like it's a job.
Being a part-time Christian,
but expecting a full time God.
There is one you never tell
One you never hear
But that one,
Is the one who tells you
The one who hears you
You were right,
In the world's eye
Sitting at the height
until you die.
See livin' breathin' ain't that simple,
Nothing like a clanging symbol.
You got to make a choice,
The world may be a dark sky
But God you're still my bright light.
You shine through the gray,
like the sun shines in May.
The thing I cannot live without
Is Him whom I can never doubt.
So even though men think it odd,
I'll praise the name of my great God.
Longing for hope ,
begging for more rope
to secure my hold ,
with every secret I've ever told
the rope never let's go
God Almighty by Christian Betancourt
How great is our God?
That spoke the very Earth into existence
With a simple breathe of air.
There's a formula
for everything these days,
and I can prove more
things than I can understand,
And I can fact check
the stars, number the sand,
Tiny bald head
smothered with faint peachy fuzz,
wrinkled clenched eyelids
hiding deep blue orbs,
unopened fists punch at the sky,
Thank you, Jehovah for giving me such a wonderful mother.Out of all of the women you could've given me for a mom, I'm glad that you didn't choose any other.You gave me such a terrific mother, she was so special and unique.
I stumbled upon a chapel last night Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour
Some people think that Jehovah God isn't real because he's invisible.They assume that he's not real because his existence isn't physical.Air is also invisible and everybody knows that it exists.
You ask me why I don’t believe in god,
I have seen god and that is reason enough.
1 I have seen god in the pinhole pupils of the street junky as He gets His fix,
The Painting of Life by Tristen Reese
There are different paths in life; yet life is like a maze.
You make lefts, you make rights ... but are you making decisions that are winning.
A is for adultery and
B is for bitches— the
Cunts that
Don’t know how to keep their legs shut.
Egged on by eager men,
A is for a dirty girl,
Banished from the
Church, a
Devil’s child,
Excluded because of an unlawful
Fuck.
Things usually feel better in the beginning
But it didn't take long for me to see
What I was trying to do was never me
Religion is alcohol;
an addiction to judging.
So many people drink it’s poison and their minds get hazed.
They become close-minded;
obsessed.
Time.
It has grown
these knarreled
and misshapen oaks.
It has ravaged
and swelled
these grey grey graveyards.
And it faded
the once
great abbey into
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.
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.
We had some visitors that came from outer space.Those aliens came here to enslave the Human Race.I met the leader and he demanded that I bow down before him.
I have decided that happiness is not native to earth.
Rather, I believe it to be
stolen
from some far away place
delivered on sun rays,
or rather taken from them,
and swallowed whole here on earth.
When Jesus resurrects us in the future, we will live in paradise.There will be no sickness and no deaths, it will be very nice.Everybody will be best friends, we will all get along.
I've always been a believer..
I used to believe I needed to be inhebriated
to appreciate the things that he's created.
When people do us wrong, Jesus doesn't want us to retaliate.He is the son of God so his words are something we should contemplate.
Adam and Eve were thrown out of the Garden of Eden because they angered the Lord.Jehovah blocked the entrance to the Garden of Eden with Angels and a flaming sword.
We die because Adam and Eve sinned.That is why our lives come to an end.Sin is what makes people grow old and frail.Sadly, we die because Adam and Eve failed.
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.
I'll do anything you want, I'll obey your every command.I'll cross countries if you wish, I will go to any land.I want to be your humble servant, that is true.I love you deeply and I'll do anything for you.
Jehovah God becomes angry when people lie.It isn't always easy to tell the truth but we must try.I've lied to people in the past, sadly that's true.But in the future that's something I'll try not to do.
Jehovah God likes it when we thank one another.It brings him a lot of joy when we thank others.When somebody does something kind for us, we should say thank you.
With a long skirt and a purity ring
With hoops and skinnies and hooker boots
With a big Irish Family as Catholic as it gets
With a brother that drank vodka at the driveins
With a decently attractive hourglass body
Jesus was known as the Great Teacher.Performing miracles was his best feature.He taught us how to enter God's kingdom and live in paradise.If we love Jehovah God and live by his rules, that will suffice.
Their prayers call out
shouting to a false god,
a deity made of silicone and lies.
Their lungs ache,
their throats grow hoarse, but they will not--
cannot be silenced.
Maybe it's their sweetness
or their powerful convictions
with a dash of humble meekness
All so very diverse
Yet morally all one
It makes the fight much harder
but ultimately more fun
Lost in thought
along slough pews–-
sweating doors–-
curdled smiles;
sleepy summer minds
Jehovah and Jesus Christ are father and son.I'm in awe because of the miracles they've done.It was a sad and tragic day when Christ was nailed to the cross and took his final breath.
Is what I want what I need?
Will you fill the void?
They say more than him is greed
But I want a voice
Does that make me faithless?
Am I too immature?
It’s what I address
But nothing is sure
To get closer to God, we must attend Church and pray.And there are Ten Commandments everybody must obey.We must live the way that Jehovah wants us to live.When we are wronged by people, we must forgive.
I have a hard time associating
With women who wear
Sterling silver cross necklaces,
Telling tales that sex is an appeal to the devil.
Monogamy is a path to a bright afterlife,
I am my variation of being, solidifies my vessel:
breaking boundaries of self indulgence.
Fixating on false beliefs.
Trapped within words never spoken, but so clearly understood.
I am but a shadow of light.
I am darkness, but He is white.
He is my strength in the storm,
My courage when I am worn.
The shadow that is me
Haunts, creeps, and begs me to flee.
Torn apart between
Two guardians’ religions
As well as my own
Torn apart between
Celebrating both of two worlds
Or neither at all
Some people think that Jehovah doesn't love them but that's not true.He loves each and every one of us and that includes you.God loves us so much that he knows how many hairs are on our heads.
Picture the summer of 2014. Driving on the freeway. Walking along the beach. Blasting music with the windows down.
Is this going to be a typical California summer? Not in the slightest.
God is our hero and I love him.He's our only hope in a world that is so grim.We need God now more than we ever have before.God can save us, he's someone we must not ignore.
Praise Jehovah, I'll praise him all the way.I will praise him for the rest of my days.I will praise him until I die and in Heaven as well.When it comes to my devotion to God, I will never bail.
He wipes the dust of his Bible in times of need.
Eats the bread cause he's hungry.
Hungry because he plants the seed so God can see he still believes.
He confesses he's sorry he's never seen
In Church
I pray the rosary.
It was recommended so a simpy
by some man in robes claiming he represents the Holy.
But he didn't have an actual answer for me.
Instead he insists to have faith, keep praying.
To some God is an all powerful being, with power and might
To others he's a mystical being delusional people pray to at night
If there is a God, why do we suffer through pain
My love is
a chemical,
a pulse,
and a
shock.
My heart is
just meat
beaten tender.
When I
throw up my
hands
they are only
bones in a row,
To get on God's good side, we must pray again and again.We must pray and ask Jehovah to wash away our sinsWe must treat everybody like a sister or a brother.We must show Jehovah that we love one another.
I drink to the greater being. 81
I feel how this greater being comes, 82
Some people plan to praise the Lord when they go to Heaven but they should praise him now.Jehovah deserves our praise and gratitude and if he were in front of me, I would bow.
Jehovah is wonderful and he deserves everybodys trust.But we're not essential to his existence, he doesn't need us.He doesn't need us but he does want us because he's full of love.
God created all life on Earth and that's the defintion of science.God is there for us and we can always count on him for reliance.When I tell you that God is a scientist, I'm not trying to deceive.
I love Jehovah and I'll love him for all of my days.How much do I love him, let me count the ways.1. I love him because he cares.2. I love him because he's fair.3. I love him because he's noble and just.
In life there are many decisions
All of which you have a choice in
Right now I face two decisions
Let him go or pull him in closer
Convert my religion in hopes of being with him
Some people think that Jehovah's Witnesses don't believe in Jesus but we do.They think that we believe that Jesus doesn't exist but that is not true.We believe in Jesus and we believe in his father, the almighty Jehovah too.
The beginning of a story is
always slow.
But soon enough everything becomes routine and
you forget
how that lull felt.
You forget how it felt to be innocent
and unaltered by
the world.
I'm right, you're wrong.
And I have every right to write that I'm right, because I'm not wrong
God is his title but Jehovah is his name.When his son returns, people will no longer be sick and the animals will be tame.Jehovah doesn't demand our respect but he does deserve it.
God's son was Michael the Archangel before his birth.But he was named Jesus Christ when he came to Earth.Michael the Archangel was his name.He resurrected the dead and healed the lame.
God
I don't know how to pray
I do'nt know what to do
I don't know what I believe
But I know I want to believe in you
Please help me to believe
Reveal yourself to me
Show me
"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."
A killer of beasts
Thats what I am.
A soldier of God.
He has chosen me
to destroy the Evil.
All of the weak;
a suffering man.
the devil persists,
but I am to protect
They call Him "Our Savior".
Lord Jesus! Our Savior!
You, the one who died for all of us.
The one who gladly gave up His own life
for us to be forgiven.
You, a so called "myth" to most people,
In sunshine or rainIn pleasure or pain
In trial or triumphYou are my Godand You are enough.
You make the day,and end the night,Thank you Lordfor my religious rite.
The Devil is trying to knock me down
The Devil is intimidated by my mental
But God says I’m the talk of the town
There is something about me that’s elemental
I know I might get bashed for believing in my religion but honestly I don't care. I have a voice and I'm gonna use it. I've been through alot and surprisingly I'm stillmstanding but I wouldn't be without god and my family standing beside me.
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.
What possessed you to play?
In a world where many straddle between unaffiliated and unbelieving
it's the worst time to take on spirits you're not sure you believe in.
it's too much going on
i have too many emotions
wanna say my thoughts out loud
but there's no one here to open up
to me
it seems like everything is breaking
cause i'm looking all around
Do not love a man who drinks as if he is invincible (but complains about the hangover);
God will never forsake people but many have forsaken him.We need God now more than ever because things are so grim.Many have chosen to forsake God and live such sinful ways.
I don't need to be baptized to be able to love and serve the Lord.I love our creator and I know that one day Heaven will be my reward.Being baptized is a good thing but to get into Heaven, I don't think it's required.
The Egyptians made a golden calf and worshipped it.When the Lord learned what they did, he had a fit.They stabbed God in the back even though he saved them from being slaves.
To deal with HATE
Of Race
Of Religion
Of Sexual Orientation
How a person speaks
Are we not children
Of our planet?
~ Ricardo
Some may wonder about God's love for you
But his devotion will never waiver
Hear his book of messages and pursue
And know his son will remain our savior
He was with you at your darkest moment
King Solomon received a gift from the Lord, the gift of being wise.He was able to use his great wisdom to see through people's lies.When a woman stole a baby, she told King Solomon to cut it in two.
Jesus left Heaven to be one of us and God allowed his only son to go.Jesus died so that people will not be sent to the Lake of Fire below.Jesus performed miracles.He was truly remarkable.
Smoking Cigs while listening to post-punk.
What a way to die.
Sipping poisonous punch, staring at neon stars,
observing couples symblozing the synths
Did I accept or reject the lie
Honeslty I am not sure
Jesus Christ was the greatest Jewish man who has been on the Earth.The world became a far greater place on the day of his birth.When Jesus was nailed to the cross, he died for people's sins.
It’s up to us to make it workbut how can weif death holds sway?And yet I still say:no, waitone minute now, shut your eyessee it therein your mind’s eyeshining from afar
She’s flying with the angels,Look at her go.She’s young and free again.The hardships don’t show.
I'm all alone in this room,
Sitting here in my stone doom.
I'm all alone in this land.
I'm not part of God's plan.
No more, I can't.
Tears pour, I can.
the moon's like God's flashlight for the lost in the night sky;
like God's spotlight to let you know he sees you and that you're a super star in your own right with your own light;
like Heaven's porch light to let you know
The best thing that money is good for is that it tells us that God is who we should trust.In the Garden of Eden, God gave life to Adam after creating him from dust.
You stagger through the door, belligerent and blind.
Anger that only spirits could invoke - menacing - gleering through your eyes.
God is with me every day, he's with me everywhere I go.If people wonder if he will abandon me, the answer is no.God is with me when I'm at my house, at the lake and even at Walmart.Everywhere I go, I carry God in my heart.
Some people believe in Darwin's theory but I don't.These people want me to believe Darwin but I won't.I can't believe in Darwin's theory because it goes against what the Bible teaches us.
He's the Son of God and he was the greatest man who ever lived.He's compassionate and he has always been willing to forgive.He's the Son of God and his blood was collected in the Holy Grail.
Blood, drugs, tears, alcohol all mingled on my skin as I prayed to you
Long nights all alone and crying,
praying for some relief to wash over me
only finding myself running closer to my self made finish line
Decide
Take your time
Life’s too short
To waste on lies
Tell the truth
But only if it’s right
Right and wrong
You decide
I’m sick and tired
Of hearing that line
The birth of light shine forth from a bright light,
it overcame darkest then received great sight.
When man was created he looked for things to be right;
Once you have emerged from the beer damp and shivered tunnel, the sun will swallow you and spit you out—no, I swear—and then the stadium will open up before you like a modern cathedral. If you get there early you will see the regular wo
We men have painted in blood a small, disproportionate portrait of our God.
Predestination of life and damnation,
One trail but two gates for the will-less cattle, and
Segregation by herds
Time and time again I have failed.
All too often have I missed the mark.
With so many sighs I have wailed.
So many times have I let sin keep me in the dark.
With tiredness and fright
They say
that insanity is repeating the same thing and expecting different results
that if you're crazy, they'll lock you away
and more
among other cliches
they say
It was you
who made the ravens crow.
It was you
who made the sun set.
It was you
who made them lose my luggage.
It was you
who brought me pain.
It was you
who made him leave us.
When we met
you told me you loved me.
The people were passing
in an unusual rush.
The mood was like when someone falls down;
as if God pressed pause for a second to breathe.
What is my mission?
How can I inspire?
I want to make a difference, but I’m just so tired.
You grab the purse off the rack
like it'll save you from God.
You take the drugs at the party
since He can't really see.
You kill your feet in new heels
because your "man" said they're sexy.
As I grew up, I was a boy and I did not care and I did not know.
The way I was living was just an average life.
All through school, my friends were your average losers.
How dare you ask me who I would be
without all these stereotypes?
Don’t you know that society has already defined me.
Don’t you know that because I am female
my main goal is to be beautiful.
There's too much discrimination, too many uncaring hearts,
Some people only laugh when others are torn apart.
Whether its racism or sexuality, no one seems to care,
Life is a river running endlessly into the Depression Ocean.i do my best to get out, but the current always pulls me back in.
You reach for me in the dark
Warm hands knead my heart
You whisper softly
Baby you’ve got me
You hold me in dreams
Is this as real as it seems?
I want to stay like this forever
It's not Rod Serling's Twilight Zone; that's not it. It's not the Kardashian's reality show; that's not it.
They say it's best to read your bible and that it's best to have a title,don't worship false idols, who's to choose, well at the top of the list is,"if it's at all tribal" it shouldn't exist,
Hate is a good thing,
When it comes to bad things,
But hate is for the next generation.
When they look up to rap kings
Who promote bad things, gold bling, and diamond rings.
Every once in a while, I'm asked the question:
Hey Ben, why don't you have a religion?
Of course, a quick response of "none of youre business" follows
But why? Because I see flaws. Flaws in the seas and the sky
So you found out
Well, how do you feel?
Me?
I feel vulnerable
Anxious
Confused
Judged
Hurt
Angry
Destroyed
This was a side of me that you weren't ready for
What do I believe in?
Every sunday, as a little Jay
I'd go to church to sing and pray
In the back of sunday service I'd stay and play
But as years came I began to sway
No longer did I feel blessed
Take me to the garden on Eden.
To the root of all my sin,
to right my wrongs,
and renew my soul.
Take me to the garden of Eden.
Bathe me in the water,
Wash away my pain.
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
Shudder and scream!
A witch grows near!
This is not a dream,
for the witch is here.
History is wrong.
A bad story told
for far too long.
We all have dreams, though most seem to never prosper
We all are sinners, nothing can save this gospel
The pigs we gobble, the devil we follow, the poisons we swallow, all lead to evil bethrothals
When do the lessons of fiction
come and play into reality?
Why does nonfiction become affliction
and government becomes arbituary?
ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!
They'll scream until they're blue.
He called them to the sea
A boundless tempest raging
Those of little faith witnessed it made still
Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum
Made still for the faithful to come
Without the storm
Do you know how hard it is to be me?
They say we all have freedom,
So when I chose to be like this
They say it's wrong
I should be like them.
So what happened to the freedom?
I am a black guy.
there's something so very strangeabout having to rearrangethe thoughts inside my headin order to go to bedbecause i just want to sleepbut my brain wants one more peepand, Lord, here's my soul to keep
My muscles, tender.
I stumble and fall
It is agony
To get up again,
But I do.
Because if I fall down,
I slide much further-
Further than where I
Want to be...
Oh Life, give me God!
Oh God, give me life!
And whatever else your capable of
from high up above.
The God who made the notion of love.
The God who turned a plain white bird
Crisp and clean,
A perfect Christian pristine,
With rosary beads stringed together with pearls,
White as purity and perfectly soft curls.
Maximillian was a boy
and oh, how coy was this boy
to alleviate his cordoroy!
It's almost scary
to think of Teresa and Mary
as an audience not contrary
to the values Max deluged
We live in a nation that's afraid of change
Religious nuts in our faces, acting deranged
They preach and force
Attempt to convert others on their course
It is in my darkest moments that I become religious. Not so that I can pray to the lord for better times, but so that I can blame anybody but myself. To blame some creator for problems I know I’m responsible for.
She awoke in the dark, with the moon in her eyes.
She'd taken a chance; she'd been foiled by king's spies.
I feel God's love
it builds me up
helps me to see,
I am enough.
in a world of
constant striving,
i live through Him
never thriving.
He turns the table
so I can see
There was a documentary on the History channelIt was about how all the gods worshiped throughout all time by all people were the same godHow Zeus was the same as Jupiter, and how Jupiter was Thor and how Thor was Jesus
I hide behind a silver cross that hangs from my neck,
My grandmother’s,
Because here atheism is a shameful word.
But it’s true, I don’t believe in God.
I don’t believe things are “meant to be,”
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
Many times we sacrifice hopes and dreams thinking that by doing so we will achieve bigger dreams.
We don't understand how many we lose in the road until we look back.
Clearest voice, sincere talks
Laughing mouth, slow walks
Walking with Him by my side, living with such heavy lies
Guilt, guilt, with nowhere to hide
You are made beautiful in this.
You are made beautiful in this.
My crown of thorns, my hands red with blood.
You are made beautiful in this.
My wounds, my pain, my death.
All this to set you free.
don't tell me things about myself
that i know are lies
don't say that i am not good enough
when i know the truth
don't say that i am ugly
when i can see clearly
If loving you was a world crime,
then Lord,
I'd take the death penaty for my time.
Hung, shot, poisioned, or a sword.
I'm not changing my faith
for some ignorant loser
THE CHURCH FOR THE MOST PART HAS DRIFTED AWAY FROM ITS MISSION,
NO LONGER CONCERNED WITH SAVING THE LOST BUT RATHER WORLDLY RECOGNITION!
IT IS NO LONGER CALLED A CHURCH BUT A CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP CENTER,
Life is a muddle
of different opinions and beliefs
What do I belive?
It's all a whirlpool of confusion
Swirling me around
Until I no longer know what is right from wrong
Round 1:
You ask your parents how they feel about gay people
"trash" "freaks" "sinners"
This is not an attack
On any ideals
But as an atheist I say
I can feel as I feel
Don't lecture me with your god
Because I don't believe
If I'm burning in hell, you'll be first there you see
I know that with my religion people make assumptions,
I know that what I believe in sometimes comes with consequences.
But why must we judge others on what they believe in?
Mists spring from the water.
The fountain of youth is before your eyes.
The soft chiming of bells can be heard in the distance.
It’s the end of the journey: a long pilgrimage.
Stand before your gods.
Dear God,
This is a letter from your queer daughter.
Wait, hold up did this girl just say queer?
"You are not a child of God!" Someone shouts!
Oh shut up! This is my letter.
Anyway you know I grew up in church
TRAPPED
TRAPPED
TRAPPED within a society that constantly wants to dissect love and diagnose a cure. A society that thinks like a big suit corporate overlord using the strings of our hearts as puppet
I envy those that shine in the light,
Those who aren't afraid to fight
for who they are.
For every time I think it's time,
For every time I say that this moment, this one is surely mine,
I stand alone
amoungst my friends
we have our differences
I belive in one God
they belive in society
we have our differences
they all hate
they mock
they laugh
According to legend, Lilith was Adam’s first wife. She had demanded to be treated as his equal and was not given her request - so she left him. God sent three angels after her to bring her back by force, but she did not go with them.
Behind my smiles
My good deeds
My leadership
My love for others
Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me
Who seek my guidence
Behind all that i am
I am paranoid
The other me is someone only seen by few,
Someone not as corageous or as sure of what to do.
Inside I'm scared of letting others down,
Scared of rejection or the real me to be found.
i cannot find
those words
i wrote
how can i
when i wrote them
long ago
weeks
years
months
seconds
lifetimes
how can we
find anything
in this world
i thought i was faulty
attributed a lack of sexuality to the fact that be i was hurt by a man who said he loved me
Faith
People say that we are molded by our experienes
I have looked death in the face
I have seen friends perish
People have burned before my eyes
My future was never certain
Each day became a gift
A Mormon, Baptist, and Agnostic talk
about God. It shouldn’t sound like a joke.
Our minds shouldn’t say comparing culture
is foolish. Yet it is still just a joke.
That Mormon is a girl, just a woman.
How nothing can compare to the deepest of lights!
Not the brightest sun, nor the moonlight night.
For the palace this transcendent light withholds,
God I wish you'd stop by and say hi.
So that we can talk about life.
And answer all the reasons why.
Like why do we have to die.
Or why do we have to cry
And why do we have to lie
Led by decievers, sharp-toothed shepherds,
by wolves decorated in the palest of fleece,
the sheep fall into line.
Spiritual catharsis the addiction, they tie the beaded tourniquet,
I want to...fly past pain's sky
always taunting me, she teases me
She told me I'd never get away
The way I dread-locks pain inside me
She shacked up with her man, Misery
They play sad tunes on strings
God
I have been whispering your name since I could form words in my mouth
My first prayers were led by parents over dinner tables
The right phrases whispered into my ear as I eyed the chicken nuggets on my plate
Nobly and drab,
heavy curtain
hangs toward justice.
Righteousness hides
primitive desire’s
poetry read to the meter
of heartbeat.
Sacred service, trust,
churning guilt at the ignition,
God's HeavenWritten by Adam M. SnowA vision splendid of the Heavenly scene,filled my mind with an image so clean:
This Lost LambWritten by Adam M. SnowOh by the morning strike of dayand by the calm obscure of night,
Have it all
from my head to my feet
no matter how tall
reach up and take me
I am yours
you are mine
the God who changed
water to wine
even in a blink of an eye
Men kneel to kings,
And kings kneel to gods.
And though no monarchy holds my allegiance,
And no deity my faith,
My moms sent me an email and said read it and do what I do best which is telling the truth.
See I’m only 20 and I love to spit the truth because I make people think about something that they thought they already knew.
Before proceeding, you must first understand one basic primordial idea that my family and I have lived with for most of our lives: the idea of one true God.
Imagine a train station-
Bustling with people-
Crammed with bodies and breath,
Eyes looking towards the ground-
Avoiding those whom are pressed against them in every direction,
I have a dream:That I will love you forever.And by forever,I do not just mean my time in Earth,But also my time In heavenWhen I kneel at your feet,In praise and glory,
"You did this"
I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year.
I am ony six years old.
As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
I'm wondering if I'm going to heaven or hell.
I should know just that so many lies people tell.
Corrupts my intel.
They say I'm destined for damnation.
They put me on the spot like Dalmatians.
It’s vital to know, the stakes I conceive
Are heaven or hell, nothing or rebirth
But how can I know when I must believe?
Why can't we all get along and sing a song
why must bullying occur everywhere and on the web
Why can't these men be a father while the woman play both parts in a child's life
The day I gave you my life
shed tears the way you shed your blood for me
declared my love for you the way you've always shown your love for me
that is when The Chase began..
the devil wanted me
Beating down bright upon me—oppressively, oh, the brute Insouciance all-encompassing within and around
Small towns with big voices
No wandering sheet music can be found here
I have no reason to search for it, I haven’t heard a stray tune
The chorus has its prose, and its stories, and I hear them and feel nothing
I reach for the canister of ash
And take my thumb and smear it
On my neck, like a holy gash.
I wear my thread every day.
I don't question my faith and
I never look the other way.
So I've created a mission
To spread my decision
To talk about my beliefs about the topic of religion.
A touchy subject, people get defensive,
But it's a result of the way it gets presented.
Just one more hit.
Everyone else is stoned and wasted beyond help.
Sorry God, I tried to contain myself.
Uh, what's that over there?
Someone brought ecstasy!
Cool, man.
I speak for Him- it’s not my fault
That all those people died
He made me- He told me
Therefore I’m justified
Those minisculed waves resemble my resentful, wrinkled handsAs we descend this goddamned surfaceInto the oblivion called sky and the heavens.
I crawled but then I slipped
I sought to be but bumbled
I walked and then I tripped
I dared and soon was humbled
How well is my destiny written down
That times are exact
Situations are perfectly placed with the ideal obstacles
That made the encounter with him magical
Love everyone
thou shall not kill
thou shall not covert thy neighboors wife
give to the poor
hate gays
pro war, fuck ya 'murica
wanna hear a joke? women's rights
As I come into the age of majority
The world becomes both lucid and murky
In the recesses of my mind.
I am faced with a crippling melancholy
that no amount of serotonin could
Ever counteract.
If you appreciate my culture,
As much as you claim,
You should know
Your disgusting
Urban Outfitter’s shirt
Desecrates
My God’s name.
A sacred image
Against
I’ve never been able to bow my head long enough to pray
Too consumed by the urge to peek
I’ve always been more concerned with what was going on around me –
Why do people need
The presence of a god
To do what's right?
Why can't they do
The right thing
Just for the sake of being good?
Is someone really good
If they only do good things
Is anyone up there?
Tired of wondering where,
warn out on wondering how,
and never getting a reply.
If evil is the problem,
who can give us the answer?
If God is the ultimate good,
landing lights
stomp
ancestors awaken themselves
on my hand, belongs the nail of a great-great grandmother
on my face is an ancient beauty mark, belongs to a great-great-great grandfather
"I am not religious", I tell them.
I'm just not.
I am not rejecting religion.
Just after all these years of having christian religion shoved down my throat I'm just not interested, you know?
For what you do not know
could be for better or for worse.
To say this one or that one
or what about none?
For what we see hindsight
seems like 20/20
But in the midst of the rising
It is hard to conceive,
What humans can not perceive.
From undead beings,
To god-like deities.
Although incomprehensible
Through science and worship,
We blindly follow,
Tonight Dear father, I put aside my greed.
To pray for those who really are in need.
For the children crying,
beaten black and blue.
I hope they get the chance,
to live and fulfill their youth.
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something
-Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers"
-To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
It's dark and alone in here
But I still bite my tongue because it's better
I don't mind the spiders and ghouls
The reward means so much greater
I would rather be what I am not
To please my own kin
Loneliness is like an abyss
A world filled with endless darkness
A place where light is consumed
The heart trembles because darkness laughs
It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
Religion is
more powerful
than your government’s
atomic bombs.
Mamas and papas
drag their kids
behind them
down the rows
of pews worn by
years of futile prayers.
Believed in what is not true,
Faith is what it is,
or is it?
False is what I break,
Truth is what I make,
or do I?
Destroy what I need,
Create what I want,
or do I?
"You're an atheist?!"
"You know you're going to hell right?"
"I'll be praying for you."
Yes. I'm an atheist.
No that does not mean that
I worship Satan, or
I hate religion, or
I hate God, or
-I walk into the restaurant tightly holding onto my Father's hand. All around, I see other guys.
What is there to be said
When all the pictures have been painted, when
wordsmiths more skilled have woven better phrases
Who am I, who am I?Sometimes overcome by Christ's curious effect upon the soul;
The sky has turned grey, the world a state of decay.
What is there left to do, when they all count on you?
Save them from a god, who they think no longer cares?
Bring them into the light of truth and disappoint them?
I've learned many things
In the eighteen years of my life,
Many of them being rather disconcerting.
Perhaps to you,
But not so much to me.
Alone and lost in the forest with only the sound of your feet hitting the dirt, only your flashlight to light the way you feel as if you're the only one left on the earth.
I sit aloneon the ruins of human failure.On a stonemade of the promises broken.Feet underneath me,to stand would be impossible.I weep softlyon the ruins of human failure.
My father who has given me eternal life.
My Lord who always finds in his heart to forgive.
My God who is there for me,
Eventhough,
I am constantly not there for him.
What is time?
I've never understood.
It's how we measure our lives,
but i'm not sure that we should.
We don't expect to live,
but yet, we breathe.
We continue to stay here and Be.
Sometimes I sit up at night
I can't help but to dwell on all of the things wrong with me
i'm lonely most nights
I try to figure out why i'm alone
For I have known the eyes already, known them all,
Eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated sprawling on a pin
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
Finding God is impossible
No one can proclaim that
God created the heavens and the earth
That is ridiculous, for we should realize
Evolution
Is the truth
Creationism, and Christianity
Could you love one whom you've never even seen? Could you cry for an ambition you've never even believed?
A poem has changed since we were little;
“Here is the church, here is the steeple,
Open it up...”
It started with four words
Let. There. Be. Light.
And so his light shined on the world
No brighter light that’s ever been seen before
A prelude to one of the greatest stories known to man kind
I went running
I have to stop, breathe and breathe
When I tilt my chin for air, I see the sky
I start to weep because I know nothing is beyond that sky
Empty space waiting to do something, but it can't
Dear God
I don’t understand
why you would leave me.
I prayed,
my God, I prayed so hard,
I followed your rules,
I preached your word,
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
I knew there was something truly magical about the trees.
My little sister,
nature's mortal fae,
taught me how to speak to the trees.
It was the most amazing phenomenon
Pray to her God, his Savior, their Saint
Hold your hands to the One who determines their fate!
Kneel down for them, to the Almighty King
Partake in their wailing, dance with them, sing!
The story of a corrupt society
The alcoholic priest preaches about sobriety
Religion brainwashing people
Children sexually abused in the steeple
I am half-Mexican and Half-Cajun.
This means two things; - One - I am HOT!I have the taste buds of a volcano (and the temper of one too)
and don’t get me started about this
*bronze complexion*,
Dense
black
sky
stars
drip
in
from millions
and millions
of miles
away.
From here
It's not healthy, I know
Like I'm just putting on a show
Writing rhymes to forget
That I am very sick.
Maybe something's not right
This worsening plight
I’m not allowed
My God is gentle, He is sweet, He is kind
He has given me my body, soul, and mind
are we the glistening flakes of snow that fall
between trees?
the sum of every analogy
could not describe what I believe;
what being
human
means to me.
and if my god is out there,
I am not who you think.
I am more than this.
I have to be.
I will not end.
Some part of me remains.
There are Two Million of you
Hundreds in our school
One of your facilities on ever block, if not more
And all you have to say is: YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!
If God made me, and he makes no mistakes, then I am not a mistake.
I must live like I am not a mistake, and make the most out of life as a Christian.
All that I’m living for now, will it be here tomorrow?
A bunch of hypocrite christian the land of no religion
spreading rumor talking shit what happen to the worship
tell me to go to hell
tell me i'll burn there
tell me i'm the devil's spawn
i really dont fucking care
tell me you'll pray for me
tell me you have hope
tell me i'm not that bad
Carrotsticks.
Carrotsticks to invisible pink unicorns.
Carrotsticks to alien beings in your head.
Carrotsticks to spirits.
Carrotsticks to flying spaghetti monsters.
Carrotsticks to Olympian Gods.
I was a turtle.
I don't remember
My life as a turtle.
Nor do I remember
My future life as a ruler.
But I say I was
Because my parents said so.
My life is in the hands
I am a very religious heterosexual female. I am currently dating a guy, going on a year now. We are very happy together and we've even discussed marriage way down the road.
Lost in the darkness
Although never knowing light
Their souls silently searching
People use scripture
for every argument,
With hate and vigor
It seems they're incompetent
of showing love.
The simple truth:
Everyone's a sinner
And we're all hypocrites.
America
land of the free
America
home of the brave
America
land of the whites?
America
home of the hate?
America
land of the different
America
home of the same
When worse comes to worse,
push comes to shove,
you can always look above.
Freedom of religion, we're so diverse.
Too bad it's really just a curse.
No one will accept anyone's beliefs,
I heard the grass is greener on the other side
Only if you abide
By the rules they preach to sinners
Only those who reach it are truly winners
And the everlasting pulsing is gone
I’m coming home
I look around only to find
Sixteen year olds are pregnant,
Twelve year olds are getting high.
Innocent people are getting shot
And teens are committing suicide,
Why hate?
Who cares?
It's none of your
business ma'am.
Don't raise your kids
Then hit another man.
Level out
Then love.
Father, I must confess, I know a man.
A very troubled man.
A man who is need of your prayers.
He is merciless like the devil,
An insomniac’s restless night,
From the outside looking inI spy the winds have changed,Through the window I seeAll the things deranged.
It is said to be best served cold.
It grows in your soul incripting like mold.
Such a sinister idea, an evil from the inside.
From the dawn of time to present day.
It infects everyone of us worldwide.
What kind of belief have you got up your sleeve?
I believe there's nothing to believe
So get out and never come back
And go home to your stupid little shack
Since if you believe nothing then you have no hope
You died died so I could live.
You were beaten so I would be healed.
You rose so I could believe.
There is none like You.
Who is this King of Glory?
You are exhalted.
You're name is the mightiest.
A little girl feels thatShe will end up alone.A young boy has noFather figure within his home.These things are well known,But will change when I run my household.
Lost and afraid, our youth wander alone
“What am I? Who am I?” they cry and moan
Frustrated they scream “I can’t find myself!”
Then anorexia destroys their health
These things are running through my mind
God's path for me is hard to find.
It's true, there are things that I do wrong
Maybe sing the dirty parts of a song...
it's 9:00 on a sunday morning
and instead of being home with my beloved Pop-Tarts and my homework that I wouldn't be doing anyway
The Ocean and Its Sand
The Pelican was there, I believe, though now long gone.
Still, the heart beats and the mind wanders on.
The early fog has disappeared; feather clouds take its place.
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape
Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
I am the strange man.
The man that is a boy.
The boy that is a man.
I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong
with the same hands.
So I try to write as well as I can.
when i was young,i believed i would go straightto hell for questioningthe good book and god:
I believe that people use religion as a way to escape reality. However, I love Jesus.
I believe that work is just a way to get paid. However, I love my job.
Dear God,
I heard you're up there
But I don't know you like I should, cuz it’s felt like you’re not here.
And now you’re showing me what love's supposed to be,
I, the student, seized on a night of cold,
Booked and found guilty, for reasons unknown.
Immediately, my freedom was sold,
Despite my friends' pleas, I was all alone.
Later, while I was brutally tested,
Jesus looks like me
Her face is brown
Her neck is long
She cranes her head
Over the world
She watched behind
Red robes.
Her curly hair
Stands up high
It sings praises
I watch over the world
From my throne above the clouds
Watching the people pass by
As if they think I'm not around
They question my existance
Their words pierce my heart
Why can't they see
There's Someone knocking at the door,Never going to go awayTime and time again you hear Him,Keep asking to come in and stay.
Searching the skies I found a light
That could be the key to my soul's flight
A mutual embrace with a knowledge of right
To take me out of and reverse my plight.
Longed-for comfort through clouds of pain
I belive in one God creator of heaven and earth
because thats my religion since my birth
it doesnt matter if you believe in ying and yang
or that the world was created with a big bang
Some believe in a greater being,
Some do not.
From what I've found true in divinity,
I found no to much more freeing.
But if I had a second shot,
I would pray,
They let Ma do it;
An aesthetic state of who she was
Becoming greater in a different world.
They let Ma do it;
She is the harbinger of a spirit to be unfurled.
They let Ma do it;
You are special in every way
You are simply cute all round
You emergence into my world is awesome
You brought hope, peace, joy, laughter, wealth and love
Dear Adam,
Do you remember the garden?
Does the wind take you there still?
In waves and hurricanes of memory and emotion, does that land there return?
Who He Is, Can't Be Explained
He Is Called Many Names
He Has Given Many The Strength They Need To Proceed,
Everyone seems to have all these high expectations for me,
for I am a preacher's daughter,
I am a "smart" person,
I am innocent.
No one expects me to slip up.
I am not allowed to get a bad grade,
Denying your presence is known todayYour blood and body keeping us goingSeems people are praising every SundayAlthough looks like thoughts haven't been flowing
I walk through the Valley of Darkness alone
Nothing was ever there to call my own
It's a long way down when you're up so high
But still I told myself that bittersweet lie
Fear has no definite definition, or provisions but is without a doubt the basis of this country’s decisions.
The thoughts I have here,Will never be found anywhere else.The feelings I have here,I'll never feel anywhere else.The love I have here,I'll never have anywhere else.
Be still. Be resilient.Do not bother God, for He is always busy.If you must have faith, keep it safe in your lungsDistend it with every uttered gasp,Humble it with every sigh.
Be this your occupation
Or unholy mutilation
We walk the earth in unity
United in our scrutiny
With it we define, the meaning of life
The need to realign, without much strife
To impose our odds, beyond our right
With it we have created monuments containing artistry and Beauty.
Yet we have also pillaged and destroyed each others lives and things.
We have used it to try and spare all life.
No,
You cannot and you will not be nothing more than you are now
You are not a butterfly, no pretty wings will sprout from your nonexistent limbs ; you will forever be a worm
Go to hell.
Take nothing but the sins on your back
And the coils of lies you have spun.
It should be easy for you to talk to everyone there,
Because you all speak
You sing him hymns, hoping he'd see you through.
You tell me his words cannot be fathomed.
But what if they were never true?
Welcome to the Mourners' Bench
Where I can not say no
A place for all the burdened minds
Rain
Look while it drips and rains
He feels our pain
Yes, like us he weeps and cries
Hence the drops fall from the sky
While grieving for the fate of man
And the rejection of His mighty hand
I've tried to make sense of it all,
but reasoning fails, which leaves me falling
down again, to where I began
to misunderstand this life.
If the only absolute
is the knowledge that there's no truth,
She is small, but puts the mighty in God Almighty.
Her eyes are worldly and her lips are wise,
Speaking words of wisdom upon just meeting,
Her ears can hear the voiceless' cries.
What do you do when there are no words to expressall the thoughts you've barely fathomed into a conscious
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,
I wrote this poem because of a journal entry I wrote entitled--"Entries from an agnostic." T
What do my demons look like?
Beautiful, appealing on the outside,
they tempt even saints.
They steer off the path those
who have the smallest complaints.
Finding these small holes in faith
Let's Call It Love
Swearing? That’s not allowed.
Your bra strap is showing, what are you a prostitute now?
This is a church, not the street,
The Child of Darkness
The Child of The Night
Searching though Darkness
Searching through The Night
Hunting for Brightness
Falling, Falling, to my death.
Dropping through the clouds.
Airplane dropping right next to me to its death.
Love is patient
Love is kind
We are made in the image of God
Love conquers hate
Love makes us human
Love your neighbor as yourself
Evil is wrong
Evil is sinful
Dead man walking
Sentened by the boss
Look who's talking
Sorry for the loss
Dead man walking
We'll get there somehow
But where are we now?
Let's get rolling
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
“You pray, God listens.”
The biggest lie I’ve ever heard.
He wasn’t there when I laid dying,
He wasn’t there when I asked for advice,
Stuff You can’t say to your Teacher
Dear every white teacher that I have ever had,
Yes,
calling on me
while my hand is down
to answer your questions
about the black community while
I am
Life is but a picture painted by God
Everything we discover and every step we take
Is another brush stroke in his creation
From every atom to every galaxy there is beauty
For us to find an adventure which is life
The sour taste of wine
Some false bread aged over time
And a quiet pastor of loyalty.
Crying babies of false misery
And the confusion of glass paintings
The colors of Jesus Christ raining.
Look at me and tell me
I didn’t fight for my rights.
Because twenty-four hours seems more like twelve rounds
And some days the bell doesn’t sound.
Their blood runs through my veins
Dear Lord,
And then the thought vanishes
Like ink words never written on a page.
The words that fall like glistening coins from my lips
Lack backing in a truer currency.
Beatitude between us,Wove a cloak of blue.Rally the grove, Pan,Seraphim are true!Hearken, sweet Venus,And linger your love, too.At last, wed your myrtle, for a crown is lined with pearls anew.
In this day and age,
She made love
With the wrong man—
Her father.
A love without consent;
A love filled with hate;
A love that brought new life.
He slaughtered the life—
Dear God, give me guidance
Please just take this walk with me
For I've lost sight of you, and the Devil is all I see.
Lord, I'd rather be blind
Than witness nothing other than lies.
At school the other day, I was asked not to pray.
It rocked me and shocked me. What could I say?
I am but a student that is meant to obey.
But did they have the right to ask me not to pray?
Stuck under the microscope
Pins through wrists and feet
Dried lips once muttered how to cope
And conquered Death’s compete
It only makes you feel better
To admit to the sky
As if someone's listening
And yet you ask why
Why you get no answers
And why there's no relief
I can tell you why
You have no belief
Out in public
You can get looks
For the way
You blow your smoke
Not giving a damn
Who walks by
And you still
Swear like a sailor
On the phone
I like to pretend that God saves everybody
That he saves the young atheist down the block
And the girl who had a baby in middle school
And the boy who used to believe in him
I seek no safeguard or heaven,
Nor purgatory or hell for crime,
I do not search for god or demon,
I care not for the religious sublime.
I do not want an eternal soul,
they say I'm a loser, i say I'm anomalistic.
optimistic, perhaps wise to the things of the spirit.
cannibalistic maybe, i eat the flesh of my savior.
but man does not live by bread alone,
I allowed them to leave their misery between my vertebrates, attach their lust on the wailing wall of my body
Hide their redemption between my hips
No matter how much I express myself
and people sympathize to understand,
there's still that part of me that's
never really known.
All alone.
It craves to have light shed upon it,
It's just another day, still hanging by a thread.
When I open my eyes, to see a pillow and a bed.Where I lay my head, I think to myself thank god
I'm still alive and not found dead.
Religiously Politically Accurate
Politics and morals
Don’t go hand in hand
Maybe this is the reason
That religion is banned.
“Religion’s not banned, it’s your right,”
That old book, in the corner, dusty and left behind. That is God to me. That book will always be there for me and anyone who needs him.
So I'm suppose to sit here like I have no sense?
Your white collars praise the past so there's no past tense.
If you can't live in the past there are no regrets,
and your water still expects us to pay infinitive debts.
I am that HijabThat cloth, that fabricThat symbol, that fearIn people’s eyes
Why does she wear it?
I want to ask you
if there is some connection
between the religious pendant on your wrist
and the dark skin that it halos.
I want to ask you
if you can feel the collective sigh
I walked a mile to high school everyday.
I sat for six hours.
I learned about subjects
that I didn't care about.
When school was over
I walked a mile home
and spent my own time
doing more work.
Who is to say I am going to Hell,
Without knowing my full story?
Without knowing how I will spend my life?
Without knowing all of me?
Where will I go for being true?
Conformity is like a box,
Your as sly as a fox.
You try to sneak in your ways,
This is not a game everyone plays.
Its so serious,
Dont act mysterious.
I have my beleifs as you do yours.
When I am twelve my cousins
ask why I never go to church
Because I don't believe in God
I qualify a Judeo-Christian one that is
they gape the lack of God
new in the way a thorn is
Company,
Mindless thoughts to tell them,
Saying what you think.
Bright one early Sunday,
He took my hand in his claiming it.
Choppy words and sounds,
Playing through the day,
Different x5
You see I am different
No matter which way you...
Swing it, write it, or say it
Say it, write it, or swing it
Different I am
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
What was it you were thinking?That fateful day you leapt,out of those burning towers,as we all looked on... and wept.
I wanna be close to yoy every single day
I wanna follow you every step of the way.
Your ways are ways are stright and narrow
help me discern these confusing arrows.
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
As you March through this life,
Your steps are forever traced-
Legends- are left behind
Precious Memories,
are scattered-
throughout this earth.
I stopped talking to godwhen I was 15because your eyes seemed softerthan oak church pews.
When I was young
I had a special friend
And right from the start
I knew he'd be there thill the end.
We didn't need to talk
He knew my every thought
Sometimes I ignored him,
Its crazy to go from a gangster to a christian
A loud mouth to a listener
A gun toter to a bible holder
A brother fighter to a man molder
To go from ripping and running the streets
To hymnals moving my feet
Time ran outI stood stillFelt full of doubtLooked out of the windowsill
And as I thoughtA little moreI heard a knockingAt my door
They tell me who my God is
But how can they know my God
When they do not know me?
They tell me why to follow, to obey, to submit
The scriptures and holy texts are law
Unbreakable, unforgiving
God? God?! Can you hear me? I scream your name every day. I patiently wait for an answer, but I never receive one. I want to her you speak to me.
Don't teach me to be a hypocrite;
Juding people who don't think what I think,
Labelling people who don't do what I do,
Arguing with people who don't believe what I believe.
The sky turns dark
A deep black
falls upon us.
The angels cry
as the Earth pushes
further away from the Golden Gates.
Twenty centuries of deep sleep.
The great hands try to shake
Force fed faith,
She refused to swallow.
Knowing not to bite
The hand that feeds her,
But she still snaps.
Her only way out.
I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and pa
I’m slipping
You see, some days I wake
Not fully realizing the opportunity I have to cease the day
And instead of treasuring such beauty
I become distracted by the essence of myself
Somewhere along the road to Zion, I fell from the narrow path
It's time that I return from iron, it's time that I head back
It was written in the form of lions, which created a clamp
The world is as ugly as it is beautiful,
as evil as it is good,
as cruel as it is kind,
as cold as it is warm,
as dark as it is bright—
but you will always have a choice on which side to take.
Undying feelings,
Never rested eyes,
All these feelings that fit in my life.
Academics, Home, Chores, Parents, Love, Divorce, and College,
A never ending stream.
Thoughts and feelings,
At five years old, I hardly understood
The tragedy that had just occurred.
I vaguely remember my kindergarten teacher
Frantically racing from one room to another
Desperately trying to gather information
God gathered the dust in his hand,
Formed his greatest creation.
He gave but one command:
“Knowledge is for me alone.”
God knew, of course,
That man would disobey.
Curiosity is a deadly force;
We are like one crayon,
in a box full of crayons.
There are bright ones and dark ones,
sharp ones and dull ones.
Sometimes we get lost and unused.
We feel dark and dull and without hope.
hands and knees burn
from the rug’s roughness
and the trees bow their heads
children’s faces wet
with the sins of yesterday
ropes pulled
The voice of the clock ticks
As I sit & think
My time begins to shrink
Sitting in a room full of desperstion & need
Trying to put all the beeds onto one string
When you look back at history you notice certain patterns
How people fought for rights or did things that mattered
MLK said he had a dream
Some stated what they believed
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,
Take a look inside my life I bet you think it's perfect no strife but its actually the opposite the constant consonant of a continent that's how my life is when you look on the other side but it feels like there's nobody by your side it's tough.
Don't try and tell me who I am
I get enough of it by society
don't judge because "you know"
maybe we are the same size but not same shoes
don't assume we're all delenquents
some of us just want help
It's everyday nowI'm always the targetI didn't ask to be gay, it just happened.They always torment me, "You're gonna go to hell."He pushed me into the back corner"I can make you straight"
I saw a man enter Heaven once;
His last breath was Hallelujah
The priest showered blessings
Upon him,
In the hopes that His Lord,
Would receive him
Peacefully.
He did.
I once saw
Dark and angry is the day
The streets are empty
The sun shows not a ray
Sadness permeates the houses
Staring like empty tombs
Increasing the thickness of the gloom
I wander through the abyss
Am I the only one to look up at the sky and wonder
What is beyond the stars yonder
Like a sponge I soak up information
About anything that I can find
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended?
Im not allowed to say that in class?
Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
Take the time to listen,
Take the time to know,
Take the time to hold on,
To that which is truly good.
I knew that I loved God
and I thought this was enough
I lead retreat, I said my prayers
I clung to him when times got tough
so now you say I'm wrong
in believing what I do
If my body is a temple,
you are my act of worship.
I yearn for your touch,
yet they quote "the Truth."
I indulge in your warmth,
and they reference "the Word."
I trace the lines of your lips,
All intellectuals are atheists
it started when i parted home to downtown to sit down with an intellectual crowd for chow
immediately i guessed which guest was the most proud
DARKNESS fills my sould. HATRED fills my thoughts. The LIGHT is too far. I will NEVER see it again. Fuzzy...different...this is quite serene. I now realize what those words mean. HOPE is written out. LOVE is within this text. I FEEL it.
Father, forgive me for I have sinned;
But worse than the others, I’ve sinned against him.
Father, forgive me for I have sinned;
But given the choice we both know I’d do it again.
Through the wilderness, I find a blessing.
I hear a voice that whispers in the air.
Despite my weakness, I hate confessing
That something is clinging without a care.
My mother is the queen,
For control is all that matters.
My father is the king,
The foreseer of decisions.
Mother fends for her bishops,
But they cannot save her children.
Who Is He?
Who is this God that people talk about?
Where does He do His work?
Why is He so important?
I feel alone in this empty shell
no one knows my hell
I thought I had control
But you wouldn't leave me alone
now I'm stuck in this house
You're a cat I'm a mouse
If I'm alive
Can you take the raindrops from my brain?
They blurred my vision and the path to admission.
Can you take the raindrops from my brain?
They hurt my ambitions on completing the mission.
when no one else
was around,
You found me.
You picked me up
like a penny on the sidewalk.
when no one else
was around,
You saved me.
Your mercy emerged,
She spends her time looking for truthIn the ruins of BabelAmong the pariahs and lepersJust another lost soulTurned away from societyHer only crimeWas to loveThe wrong soulThat sung half truths
Hail Mary, full of grace
Keep me safe in your embrace
When did life become this race
of who could wear the shortest skirts
and tightest shirts
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
Trapped up in emotions will she ever get out? Living without fear but still facing doubt. So many things in this world she would love to obtain, going through so many phases but still trying to remain sane.
My Love,
You are my heart, my joy, and my bride.
For you, I took the nails and the wound in my side.
For you, I was beaten beyond recognition.
For you, I lived knowing I’d endure crucifixion.
I saw Saint Mark in her room, my mother told me,
beside Bible verses, embroidered pillows,
a picture of Jesus holding her in his arms, all 89 pounds.
Miriam was 15, my mother began, before she melt into a coma,
They speak of heresy and witchcraft
But create gods out of Men
They make me the martyr
And forget that to spill blood is still
a sin.
I am stoned for a word
They speak of
sunday obligations,
academics
moral television
This in place of
spirituality
knowlege
art
Cocktail party filler
you could write
God is the ultimate artistWith His fine, illustrative beauties of the worldThe complexities of intricacyPsychedelic impossibilityEye exploding colorsContoursContrastTime in linePast future
Can one attain the ability to
Invoke happiness onto
Himself or herself
Would denial have to tie into
This indefinable equation
Although to each his own
But what is its definition
The greatest fall of modern civilization,
was abandoing the philosophy that kept us from the coffin.
Aristotle and Aquinas held the keys,
to western civilizations victory.
In his metaphysics they lay,
DECiSIONS
I'm very upset right now...
But I'm not gonna let it show through
I feel like I could just cry saying boohoo
I'm stronger than that
The woman I am, can stand,
So I woke up one day and wondered where I was headed
because I can't look back my past it has been embeded
No time for regrets so I gotta keep moving
but ironically I can't move because my past wasen't soothing
I hated you.
I cursed at you.
I clawed at the sky at times hoping that my wicked hands might scratch your face.
You hated me.
I thought you did.
I'm supposed to be where wings are made but I'm not sure how to fly yet.
When will that person come, to show me how to get to that place yet unknown?
That place where in my dreams is revealed but in life is classified.
My biggest pet peeve... Is when people don't text me back.And technically God isn't a person,But my point still beingThat for days I've been impatiently pacing these maroon sanctuary floors,
To which are you referring
The lines that you are blurring
The hands unheld and the tears untouched
Hungry, hurting, hopeless
I can remember the day that I was saved
Inside of my heart I was totally enslaved
The devil had a complete total hold on me
And there was no way out that I could see
Nothing but a continual dark heavy night
-> I first crafted this verse at a deeply reflective point in my life. My thoughts were on the past actions of myself and those close to me, and I began pondering the driving force for those actions.
Lord,
I know I’m nowhere near your model image
For what a good human is
I come here with nowhere left to turn
Exiled from my home
Mama keeps telling us to wash the dishes.
I am lying here, with my young dumb stuck in slumber mind, thinking why Mama just did not do it herself.
The refreshment of man, comes not with me, but rather we. "We the people" all after the liberty, freedom, and pursuit of happiness rumored we deserve. With ambitions to gain what we know little about. Take now. Learn later.
We are bornwe are taught to survivewe procreate, we teach,and then we die.
Chains of a Biblekeep us in prisontrained to believein a false wisdom.
Who shall I praise in my moment of glory
Who shall I praise in my moment of pity
Who shall I praise when I need to be happy
Who shall I praise when I cry like a baby
Who shall I praise when I don't know who to be
i am a selfish being, with words that amount to nothing but space.in between the lines you will find i am a crack within the human race.and for so long i begged for you to speak loud enough to hear.
Live life
Give strife
Repent sin
Through thick or thin
Show them love
Through Him above
Lead them all
Before we fall
Show Him off
Before last cough
Guide them well
Are you real?
Are you honestly here for me?
Always by my side?
Forever my shepherd guide?
My mom tells me to pray,
Stone cold science
was what you were
until year three of Evangelical
bible camp.
In the two weeks since
we last scoffed
at bible thumping
jesus freaks
and
basked in the glow
Holy, you say you are
Worship the Almighty God
Praise Heaven above the stars
However, you believe you are not flawed
You are quite the preacher
No evil, have you ever done
Im slamming through these rhymes like it means nothing,
Some say its a crime, yet im not doing the time.
Some say its intense, but I see it as common sence.
Some say it comes from the heart, yet they dont know the start.
I wondered as I walked on
Thinking,
"Where am I going?"
Don't we all wonder?
I wandered and pondered the question
Wracking my brain
In an attempt to find
Answers.
Chill cinnamon rolls and cherry pie
go down until I feel ill
At a plastic table my siblings
are resolute
Crusts of fresh white bread
crack of the cue ball in another room
I. First-light
Eyes fly open and I light up a cigarette.
Check to see…yep, still there. I slowly unfurl
My cramped wings, the slow rustle of feathers
Gambling is a sin, so never begin,
Money madness makes it more maniacal,
Stacks against itself the odds of real success,
It should see it’s blessed, learn to rest well,
Don’t send yourself to hell,
Fighting the weeps of sin,
The devil has stolen from me.
Scars from self inflicted injuries,
Break the devil from my actuality.
My flaws are seen so pronounced,
But GOD believes i'm worth it.
Sand in my pockets, skipping off my fingers, and stuck in my eyelashes, under my tongue and between my teeth.
Many wish to talk to me about the things I ought to be but understand I fought to be all the things I am right now.
A single drop of water
Soon became a stream
I closed my eyes to stop the flow
Was harder than it seemed
The stream kept going on its way
Continuous it flowed
We are each called to serve the Lord
With many gifts to us He's poured
My gift of poetry
I pray to use
To give light to the world
And light its fuse.
I am a soldier of the cross
What happened to America?
The land of the free, the home and the brave
Now it just feels like we're worshipping idols
Stuck in sin
And we're slaves
Marriage doesn't matter anymore
Not to the world
Crawling in her crib, she was the main topic of discussion. Would she look the other way and pray to God; tell her father that she loved him?
We hide the smoke that lights the vicious days
As tree tops block heat by burning green leaves.
I raise my head and bring my hands to pray
For the forgiveness from what He perceives.
Just because
4.0 knows the equations of quantum mechanics
Doesn't mean that he is smarter than 2.0
1.0 might not know the terminal side of an angle
This gracious land beyond the seaForetold by prophets to be nearA land far better than you’ll be.
A time has passed but all I seeAre kingdoms lost–forgotten yet “dear,”This gracious land beyond the sea.
There are people who find solace in deathI find the angel's path sodden, indifferentThere are those who yearning to lose their breathBut stop themselves with the lord being reverent
You can walk, you can run, you can climb, and you can fly high in the sky.
But do you reach the Lord?
You can buy many jewels, you can buy many riches, and you can buy any possession.
But can you buy the Lord?
I sleep at night
And wake in the morning
Its more of a daily routine
I hang with my friends
And never make my bed
What's the point anyways
I Talk and Talk and never shut up
Inevitable as death, are smile will invert.While God shuns his eyes to unworthy souls not raptured.Addicts to flesh; never sleeping or at rest.Hunting to pray on the hunted ravenously tasting life at the pulse.
I am from the dry desertthe sands that dance in the windI am from the heat of the sunthat warms our heart at the time of warI am from the coldness of the winterthat settles in our hearts during tough timesJust because I'm a Muslim and and Afghan,d
No God, No Peace
Know God, Know Peace
Know Knowlege, Know Power
No Failure, No Cowards
Know Love, Know Pain
No Pain, No Gain
Know Ambition, Know Succes
No Breaks, No Rest
To them, i'm a queen.
Gayly waving my wand, round and round.
Bubbles: each worth a thousand points.
No, a million points.
The source of all power lies in a
Soapy sphere.
I'm living high on Paradise
Where nobody cheats, and nobody lies
I'm blessed to walk on streets of gold
I'm doomed to walk these streets alone
Theories, religions strong and able.
Flesh and blood sit around table.
Pray, eat and go to bed.
Pray once more before resting head.
While doing so, one apologizes for lack of responsibility,
Ability,
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
Faith... Grace... Mercy... Salvation... Redemption...
I am told that I have these things.
I am told that these things are given.
Free. Free of charge to me.
Though we have many strengths and skills
having imperfections is always real
some of us may need pills
while others don't need any thing but an appeal
We have to embrace the fact that we are made
It’s really sad when someone feels that death is the only to finally find peace.
It felt like I had hit a brick wall when I found out that you had taken your life.
If faith can move mountains and can calm a sea,
imagine what would happen if everybody believed.
Faith is a substance of things hoped for, not seen,
so don't go looking as if it's an everyday thing.
My God, Will never leave me, He will never forsake me. He loves me like no other, He is my Bestfriend, My Father, My World, My Everything.
My mouth was a cathedral in which you loved to confess your sins.
My thighs were the alter at which you knelt within,but it was never you who was supposed to be on their knees, as you told me.
A ticket and a dream was all that she could see,
An orphan, and hope for all that could be.
Not even a hop, skip, and a jump away.
To arrive on a plan was more than they could ask for,
Blessed are the philosopherswhose dedications stained the eyes of humans staring up concrete obelisks,
They have always asked us a question
Judged us like a book cover
And they expect us to answer
We’ve been through harsh times
Of discrimination because of our skin
You Great Dividing Line, you stand so strongBetween two priorities of my life:Do I up my GPA and succeed in academicsOr do I find myself in Christ?
The world I live in is changing I can see that
It’s like we pulled terror right out of a hat
Our government is now more corrupt more than ever
Promising us that it’ll all get better and being all clever.
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.
On words alone, you taste faith.
On belief alone, you see the ageless.
On lie alone, you feel nothing real.
On truth alone, you hear a song.
On visions alone, you are the fake seer.
what if God took away the moon?will we ever see the night sky the same or different?if so, what would be the difference?will the dark side of the earth be ever luminated naturally at night?would we be more dependable on light to bright the night?
And as I looked up at the sky
I asked to the heavens,
"why were we given the earth,
if you knew we were going to destroy it?"
A bird flew
The stars twinkled,
the planets moved,
I walk, I sit my, back against this grain
These words speaking bliss, penetrating every inkling of thought that is bound in my brain
As the climatical moment fills my soul, I come upon recollection
Gun in his hand with his face to sky / Ashamed of himself, he started to cry / Freak, Homo, Loser, Gay / Venom-dripped insults everyday / Nobody knows what he's feeling at night / The pain he goes through, the internal fight / Pulled the trigger,
Dang, were do I begin
Should I start the story of my sin?
Maybe thats too broad but here I go
Im not your average 18 year old you know
Once upon a time a few years ago
I was a bad kid, stuck on the below
Heads tilt sideways
Eyes peering in
Hearts beat to the same
Rhythm.
Come with us
Come with us
They plead
Lips glued upwards
In a grin.
Hair is swaying
You got me thinking
Of what’s out there and what’s inside
You got me thinking
Of how we came to be alive
You got me thinking
Of whether we contain a soul
You got me thinking
Beneath the deep blue sky
Lies the moon and sun
Speaking of the many days
In which are yet to come.
Listening to the silence
Hoping that it stays
But knowing that the peace
I breathe and live for the word of God. Church is my home and the bible is my foood. I read passages and learn about deaths, pets, and dangerous moves.
Swollen and aching,
From this pain inside,
This gift is magical,
Growing and developing from deep within,
Getting bigger,
And stirng things up,
Pulling on to whatever it can,
I paid for my sins with a couple our fathers
Five Hail Mary’s and I didn’t even bother
Wrapping up the prayer coz I didn’t see the point
Church congregation I reluctantly joined
Shoutout to the people who are always themselves,
who stay true to orginality not caring who else,
is paying attention to way the look or the way they act,
and like having a life thats not staying on one simple track,
What is race?
Does it tell us what to like?
Does it determine our future actions?
Or is it simply just something that pigeonholes us to carry the weight of the actions of our ancestors?
Look! Look! Look!
Brown, hazelnut eyes
Shutter and shift accordingly
As long, unorthodox lashes brush away dust mites
Teeth yellow growing green
Tongue hairier than the green goblin's spleen
I watched as you, though you never knew, came humbly to this earth
asking why, do we live and die and questioned at its worth.
Who decided that we the Church
HAve been SO oppressive
So bigoted,
So wrong
That now, we are always wrong?
Who decided that the Bride
Was so bad, so wild
So broken
That we aren't worth hearing?
You’re etched in my mind.
Now be etched in my heart.
Then nothing in this world
Could ever tear me apart From Your love, Your Mercy,
Your powerful hand.
I want my life to be
In silence, she contemplated... planned and planned again, in the event that she wasn't successful She didn't know what was in the here-after... but she knew that it couldn't be worse than this...
The world is SPINNING OUT
I have no utter doubt
That history repeats itself
And its happening now.
Do you think for a moment
That this would not happen?
Warfare in the world
GIVE ME A BREAK!
I’m kinda new to this,
But I see how great your love truly is.
I also see a crazy mess,
And it’s bringing me distress.
Kindness obsolete;
And sometimes kept descrete,
I don't keep the worlds histories
I don't solve the worlds mysteries
And I am not their story keeper
I am no mans scribe.
That is not my life.
ink smeared onto palms touching
smelling of slight rust and the ever present sweat
sweat off of a workers back who comes home to find what?
his wife sitting watching ellen asking questions
why are you so tired?
We walk the Earth like we own it
We live as if we can live forever
Commit sins, show arrogance, and show no fear to anyone or anything
When I look at my reflection
I see a strangers face in shame
this image doesn't help my pain.
My shattered heart can beat no more.
I must keep in these bitter tears.
Where is the light in this darkness?
I've always wondered why dawn cracks.
Dusk doesn't, but somehow daylight
is like lightning.
Somehow the sun breaks things
when it rises.
He has done such wonderful things for me
Nourished,cared and protected me
By his goodness and his grace
He has everlasting love each step of the way
The old man she calls Father is swathed in female fabrics
he cornered her in a dark confessional back facing to listen to her
aching soul,
wanting change,
emptiness that burns,
loneliness that make you week.
gasping for hope and relief.
wanting change,
heartfelt repentance,
loneliness depleting away,
Why are we ashamed to keep God in church on Sunday morning, maybe Sunday night or even a mid-week service?
Is it so hard to believe,
For what you cannot see nor hear
Is it so hard to believe
That you can be touched by a spirit that is not their
Is it so hard to believe If you close your eyes
A long time ago,
where the seven rivers flow,
there lived a man and his seven sons,
where all the rivers split
from a single one.
The first son, Mammon
always wants more.
The second son, Amon
crumbling walls in a deteriorated village
the sentiment builds by the minute
and every minute
a new tower fumbles.
All it would take for the ending of this destruction
is one hand to grab another
I’m looking at a generation of girls
who reject the word beautiful.
Who’d rather be pinned against a wall
by boys whose names they won’t remember.
They don’t want to remember.
Girls who are afraid of butterflies
Like The Lord,
I get bored,
always gettin ignored,
cause my words
Have been poured
down your vocal chords
N you can’t afford
To take what you stored
To put toward
for a new bulletin board
Warm winds from the blue sky and singing of birds.
It is true, God makes no faulty day.
Oh so, there is a chill in the wind.
It is true, God makes no faulty day.
Nothing to woe, life needs the storm.
You can’t watch, follow, or listen to that
Those politics full of evil whether you’re Republican or a Democrat
Don’t listen to those unholy people, they are no good
A new life came into the world
Happy tears, hearts filled with joy
God just set another story to be unfold
He set free an angel, this baby boy
Another human being added to this fucked up society
You had me beside you
We laughed
We talked
We were perfection…
Up until the point where I was charmed into your words
You came up with the idea
And I had found a spot
And together we dug
My only crime is my religion,
So my sentence is severe;
They’ll declare the death penalty
To my presence on this hemisphere.
They say I’ll have an impartial jury,
In this Land of the Free,
Let the walls come crumbling down
My heart is open to You
My words speak of what to do
I'm lost
I'm scared
I'm broken
Give me Your word
It'll comfort inside of me
Nothing compares to Your love
His love
His blood
Our Father
Our Savior
His only begotten Son
Jesus
Sent from above
He died for our sins
Nothing Greater
Than God's love
He Rose
From the dead
A mask of happiness,
Hostile glances,
Confused & timid -
A bubble
Translucent, vulnerable, easy-to-read, small.
With one prick, it is gone.
Every hand held taken back,
Every smile erased;
Society is blinded
This world lost its vision
People saying God
Forgot his own religion
Hand over your heart
To a flag that needs revision
It just doesn’t add up
We’re all products of division
When the others shut their eyes, I kept mine open.
I thought about what it would be like to be minuscule, to climb on the statues in church.
I thought about what could happen to make me stop kneeling.
I always knew I was
(poems go here) The wind it sits, highly enthroned,
Its voice a commanding power,
Pulling over trees into prostrate positions, mocking humility.
The wind, when edged voice speaks,
Stridently spoken, bold-hemmed terms,
The golden streets of heaven above,
all I've ever known is love,
from a Father who poured out his life for me.
Because of this I am truly free.
My mother and father taught me to cry for salvation as my lullaby.
Society is only introduced to an oversimplification.
No type of foundation.
Never resulting in application.
To often religion preaches we must do,
Good works are not bad, but this is partially untrue.
rain on me lord lets shout your glory
bend down in precious joy
rain on me lord clean me of my sins
drown me in a wave of holyness
send a flood my cup runneth over
rain on me lord
God saw that it was good,
And he rested.
A perfect world,
But still untested.
Free thinkers.
Free willers.
We ate the fucking apple--
Turned us into killers--
Killers of our God,
You say you live your life evangelically,
But all I ever see is hypocrisy.
Personally, I see you equally,
But your thoughts of me,
Are made judgmentally.
You say that you love and talk to God up above,
You’re not above me
you just judge me
in the direction you think I ought to go.
You don’t know me
so don’t show me
that you think you know my dreams
No one knows more
than the one who dreams,
Like a touch upon the heart
He touched my hand.
A feather, caressing my pain within.
I fell apart..
I fell, melting through the tiniest all seams.
Like that feather knew
On my path, I'm headed for hell
Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well
But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name
He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
Who are you to say I'm evil?
Who are you to say I have no morals?
Who are you to say we're wrong?
Who are you to preach your song?
Who are you to kick us down?
Who are you to call me clown?
Joking?
I hope to dance in a wide open field
And spin around waiting for the rain to fall;
No wish for an umbrella as a shield;
Waiting for my lover's enchanted call.
I hope to perform In a coffee shop,
Save me, Lord.
You're the only one able.
My faith seems to be dying.
My Bible gathers dust.
My list of trespasses grows alarmingly.
My relationships are imploding.
You're all I have left.
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential.
And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain.
There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
God’s love will never end
I will honor Him being all I can be
I know it's wrong,
but I am mad at God.
The God that lets bad things happen.
The God that let my dad leave me.
The God that took my aunt away from;
away from her kids.
The God that let people hurt me.
Lying to the ones I love
and dying in silence.
Covering the carpet with blood.
Switched over to autopilot.
I speak and laugh
day by day,
but, the outlier on a graph,
I'm always wallowing in pain.
He’s with you when you’re living your own Paradise,
Your life driven by your own will and having God’s plan on Paralyze,
Don’t seem to realize your Paradise is really a Pair of Lies,
The memory of your body
Naked and glistening
Contrasted under the cotton sheets
Is to recall the grandiose of the stars
Retuning to the humbling innocence of newborn planets
And the substance of the human heart
Part I: Depression
I can't help but see
All this pain and sorrow
Encircling me.
When there's no hope for tomorrow,
No love for the fellow
Who needs it the most,
All life seems lost.
Temptation, created by the one and only…true abomination
He used to sit at heaven’s gate, before he betrayed our God and sealed his fate
Forgive me Lord for I have done wrong…You watched, You saw, You knew all along
You stayed by my side…even when I tried to hide
Now all I can do…is apologize to you and even that won’t make me anew
Deceiver of Men, Conjurer of Fools…I’m not scared of you
No evil spirit or demon, for I have the Tools
To take on you all…bring it on, for I stand Tall
Imperfection is easy to see, it is in every one of us…including you and me
How to be perfect then?
It will never happen…not what, not who, not where, not when
So you ask why?
People in this world talk bad about others…I hope they realize we all sisters and brothers
From our Father up in Heaven is where our words should be
I Knew a Man Once
I knew a man once.
He was a good man,
He gave me somewhere to put my faith.
Somewhere to go when I couldn’t see for the snow
Blizzards swirling around our living room.
I have a voice.
I have a voice that often toys with the idea of being loud,
and like chips ahoy, which turned out to be cookies instead of chips,
I’d expose my past shyness as simply a decoy.
I’ve always wanted to believe
Mama told me you were everywhere
And the pastors told me to pray
So I wore your emblems
Around my neck
Around my wrists
I stayed shackled and barred to your pews
He’s going for glory.
She brought glory to her name.
Is our definition of glory becoming fame?
We use the term so loosely, like it’s another conjunction,
Yes it’s a noun, it’s a verb, and sometimes and interjection.
In the ticking of clocks
In pebbles or rocks
In sunsets or sunrise
In seas or skies
In late night talks
In lakeside walks
In the busy street
In a set of bare feet
In fits of rage
The Other Side
Egyptian.
What does it mean to be?
Me, I would not know
any more than a fish knows
to survive above water.
How would I know?
My King has come,
He is a wilderness that cannot be tamed.
Satan thought he can play these games,
But the Father roars and shakes His mane,
and Sin is gone, it has been defeated.
When you think of Jesus what do you see?
A man, a son, a human?
To me he is more then a person
A savior more like
A preacher a teacher a friend
But most of all a sacrifice
Broken,
misplaced.
At home,
with no face.
Blended into
memories,
No one will
remember me.
Adventures
are
lost.
When al is lost, and hope it seems,
has left me here deserted.
When friendship's cost, of life and dreams,
have proved too much to pay.
When solitude, and loneliness,
are not enough to comfort.
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
Six thousand years
Religion is still here
A god still questioned
A book full of lessons
The future is planned
By a very great man
Over time I have learned
The reason I have yearned
I've got this friend
His name is Jesus
He gave me a brand new life
All because He loves me
Ive got this friend
His name is Jesus
He died on a cross because
All because He loves me
I didn’t believe in omens until that
stumbling alcoholic of a curb
outside of the Epoch coffee shop
struck its drunk
‘screw you’
into Gus,
my white Kia Spectra’s bumper on that
apparently fateful
PHASE I
I have big dreams with standards set high
The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly
I live in a country whose president looks just like me
Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
My conclusion, revolution, only solution
Government pollution, prostitution, no given restiution
Conisistent years of slavery, soliders die from bravery
Veterans don't get the respect for what they get paid to see
There's nothing much I want to say,
but I'll pour my heart out to you anyway.
All I can think is no more talking.
Only out of faith, we gotta keep walking.
Never spoke a word to you before now,
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Repent both for the friend and foe
See the sorrow, the agony
Sought to aid the misfortunate
Diminished by bureaucracy
So fists to cuffs, the guns appear
One brain for admission
Two to commence the submission
Three for a laugh track
Four the media is out of whack
Bashing is on my resume
You want my soul, how much will you pay
Forgive me God,
My lord and savior.
For I have done things,
opposed to your favor.
But this you know,
and this you have seen.
So it is no secret-
My soul is unclean.
(poems go here) Dear God,
I've had a long day
and I've been trying to pray,
but the words on my mind,
keep spilling out in rhyme.
I know everything happens for a reason,
Walk down the hall and all I see is sin,
Homosexuality,
Lust,
Where do I begin?
Girls showing off their bodies to get stares from boys,
Enjoying the dirty looks like their self-respect is a toy.
Lust,
Hate,
Coveting.
Fighting the Devil for the purity of my soul.
TV,
Music,
Books.
Lust is made easy for a 17-year-old girl.
Brutal winters with snow falling ‘round
But you don’t notice cause life’s got you down.
God’s whispering in your ear, he’s giving you signs
But you go around saying you’re “fine, just fine”.
Why aren’t you listening?
This generation is desperate for you Lord,
Lost in the ways of the world
Misguided and misjudged,
Without you, we become what we are called.
We're in need of your love,
We bow down at your feet
I don't know if I will ever be able to
describe you in the way I truly experience
you.
When I think of you, I lose the words.
I can only feel them. I know you aren't meant
for me.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left.
To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why.
Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
Shame
Brought on by ourselves
In this sin-filled world
We delve
The wretched Fallen Angel
Seeks to devour and continues
To mangle
BUT You
Could always see
And for those who believe
2100, Ma.
can you believe?
the people here finally found their way to
God.we searched so long and- would you believe it-
they just built a big long
staircase up to the
sky and there’s a
Every day in the hallway or when I’m sitting in class,
Someone asks me a question about my religion.
I’m happy to talk about it.
Until the derogatory comments and assumptions slap me in the face.
“My pastor said this…
There is a girl.
She has the whole world a head of her,
watching her every move.
Standing alone in front of everyone,
Pounding her chest she rips her very own heart out.
Discrimination
Five syllables more venomous than a rattlesnake bite.
More painful than a little girl not getting her kiss goodnight.
We all know what it is,
Yet we act as though the impact is nothing.
I don't have an angels voice to sing you beautiful songs
I cant tell you I'm perfect cause I do things wrong
I cant say I'm the smartest person with words
Because I get scary like little birds
When trying to fly
They provide answers to those who are new,
About questions of life, of faith, of love,
As the old scurry from what they knew true.
I am free.
free to fly
free to cry
I am not bound
by earthly treasures
nor do i give a
second thought
to those who
fight with fists
and fall to pleasures
I do not,
will not
Went before the judge and left
with the guilty verdict of worshiping
with moist lips but a chap heart.
“Forgive me/ they were delicious/ so sweet/ and so cold.”
-William Carlos Williams
There is nothing that can keep me from believing
There is no one that can change my heart
I can say that the Lord is my Savior
But are my actions following my words?
My heart says I love my Heavenly Father
Oh, to find the slumber and peace that eludes me with every twist and bend of these unfamiliar streets
I'm the sheltered homeless beneath the glass future that breaks more each second
Through the ages, people have learned to adapt to society however our own instinct won't let us be truly free
there are bonds that capture our brains and hearts that lead us astray
Organization and age make things true:
The indubitable, untouchable motto and slogan of our world’s understandably irrational population—
A population that postulates a prescription of a promise for a better future,
I saw upon a dying street
Beneath the trees' barren
Humiliation,
A young man
(who reminds me of my grandfather)
Raking all the leaves
Into a sad pile
And laughing,
He sets it on fire
I wish to find myself among the angels,
I wish to die a martyr,
I wish for God to forgive my sins,
And for the soft mold of forgiveness to cool my scarred hands,
I wish that I could forgive myself,
We are the people of this world
We are the people of America
What are rights?
Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race?
NO
Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
My God isn't her god, Isn't His God, Isn't your God. My God has a different name, a different form, and claim to fame.
Though very different
God made us One.
Gay, Gender confused, Bi
We are One.
Together we can protect
Our brothers and sisters
For we are One
and for One we stand.
The world is on fire
Amongst all the lies
should we give into desire?
For what do they yearn
leaders so greedy
can they not see us burn?
I know you play for keeps but my God does too. And I can guarantee he is much better than you. He loved me so much he died on a cross. What you bring to the table and what you have done is one in the same; all you offer me is loss.
I’m surprised I passed kindergarten
I couldn’t help but to graffiti outside the hetero-gender defined lines
Like an awkward categorization you attempted to force into a Venn diagram
I never really overlapped
Welcome to this place
Where judgment is our game
We'll chew you up and spit you out
You'll never be the same.
Faith;
Such a simple word with much deeper meaning.
How can we describe a vast concept with this small word?
We are not meaningless, faith shows us that.
What happens when the logic takes over,
It was never my intent to return to this place
dark halls of betrayal, and lacking in grace
Lustful intentions, like geysers of steam
scald memories ‘neath mahogany beams
I'm told prayer gives you answers,
I'm told it helps,
I'm told there is someone listening.
They say He cares,
They say He actually does something,
They say that He made us from His love.
Fields golden as the sun
Bees buzzing up in swirls
A blow of faint wind
Sent silent whispers in my ears
Leaves twirl with no fear
Clouds dance as in slow motion
Skies open with great intensity
If I could, if I should
Allow myself belief
In something greater
Could I, should I?
Will it help me to see?
If I can, should I be
Something greater
Than I am?
The world small at my feet.
I wrote this a few years back before my confirmation of my faith. Hope you like it!:
i'm not sure He'd hate me if I told one lie
Stole one thing
Judged one person
Or hugged one guy
Time does not exist, only clocks. My body is a pendulum. The rubber soles ticking along the concrete so harmoniously as to measure out the perfect period.
The sun rolls down the crested hill,
The light, it follows after.
The clouds drift by as sandy dunes,
The sky, it echoes laughter
Of days well spent and friends well made,
Of quests before and yon.
You have now brought this new plate
Plate of Gold, that no one else but I can Hold
You have now brought this new light
A light so powerful, not even darkness can contrite
For you have NOW brought this new happiness
Walking into a coffee shop
I see an old man
Dark black suit
Great white tie
Golden gloves on his hands
I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful
and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful
but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers
Do not put down my ideas,
Just because you do not agree;
Do not shun me,
Just because you refuse to see;
Do not attack me,
Just because our thoughts differ from each other;
There's Something in the sky
Just because the lights turned off when a car went by.
There's Someone to share the pain
Just because you heard a name in the rain.
