Word of the Day, - October 29, 2014"For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast." ~ Ephesians 2:8-9Word of the Day, - October 29, 201410 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
NothingnessNothingness17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Used to Be so Connected to my Surroundings
One with the Flow
I Was in Tune with the Natural World
I Remember Listening to the Bob White Quail Whistle
As a Boy I Was the Greatest Empath
Then the Void Called to Me
As I Sought Deeper Meaning
No Longer Simple Wholeness
What Was I Missing?
I Sought the Yin to my Yang, The Yang to my Yin
Doing the Dance of Balance
I Wore my Heart on my Sleeve
Until it Was Broken into a Million Pieces
And I Entered the Void
Prepared to Face the Infinite Nothing/Everything
There are Locks on the Memories of That Time
Buried in the Subconscious
When I Had Sought the Face of God
And Asked My Questions
Hidden From Me in Plain Sight
I Am Left With the Residual Effects of the Nothingness
I Am Empty
I Am Hollow
Seeking What I May Devour to Feed the Inner Empty
A Starving Vampire Once Full of Life
I Gave Up my Very Soul for the Knowledge
And I Bare a Wisdom Beyond my Years
Yet I Find it Hard to Express
And Much Harder to Find Understanding
The Perfect CityThe Perfect CityThe Perfect City7 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The ancient city
Eternal citadel bright
Upon the green hill
By Matthew Daley
I sing Star Spangled Banner(Music starts)I sing Star Spangled Banner15 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Me: (sings) Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed by the Twilight's last gleaming? whose broad stripes and Bright stars true the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the Rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the Home of the Brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, where the foe's Haughty Host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze, o'er the towering Steep as it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, in full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the Star Spangled Banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the Free and the home of the Brave!
Lilith et la vipereQue tes crocs sont beaux, que tes mots sont doux s’écria-t-elle.Lilith et la vipere3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh sublime démons ! Oh incube cruel !
Tu as su trouver ton chemin dans le dédale de son cœur,
Tu as su si bien la séduire, elle a bu à tes lèvres.
Tu l’as suivit dans sa chute, lui chérubin corrompue,
Ses yeux noirs, ses psychés si noires,
Souvient toi de cette étincelle, lorsqu’en mère attendris tu lui baisas le front
Quand tes lèvres charnues se posèrent sur son front pâle;
Cet homme, à la langue du serpent,
Ses paroles sont faites du même venin que celui qui luit sur ces crocs
Mais toi tu as accepté de boire la ciguë
Tu as accepté de lui confie ton âme à la chaire encore si chaude.
Tu m’as suivit. Oh belle créature !
Nous nous somme enfoncer si profondément, si loin de la Lumière,
De mes mensonges j’avais su séduire, si facilement ton cœur si fragile,
poezia unui silver surferinstinctiv miros plămânul fantomaticpoezia unui silver surfer20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
parfum inbibat prin neocortex
duhul albinos intim ruginit în culori
înfipt pe altarul pradei făgăduite
halucinant și atrăgător
voi deschide veșnica fereastră cu ochii plini
de-o natură neatinsă și voi respira
adânc visele mele
să le expir peste veacuri deșirate-n clipe străine
reînnoit (îți) voi deschide veșnica fereastră
cu ochi deplini
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Smokey FogLooking back, insideSmokey Fog21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fog crept its way,
It shrouded my conscience.
I felt inferior and lost faith
Transforming to reach standards
That seems undesirable now.
Fixing my vices, but worst of all
My concept, blurred
I've turned to something foreign,
Unsatisfied and obsessed with acceptance
I put my soul under stress.
Had a idea of finding new bonds
But was self-blinded to see my current ones.
And closer introspection,
That my origin was bright.
It glowed despite being buried
In the deep fog.
From that moment
I accepted my old virtues.
Then a spark came,
New virtues began to develop.
I know now that I’m not that bad,
As I’m only human.
No excuses for keeping vices however
But I learn to not be distracted
By the smoky fog
And drive myself to destruction,
seven eras at your endthe words of revelation fall from your lap to mine,seven eras at your end13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
god. it’s perhaps that i’m the wrong john or jacob,
but superfluous was not in the universe’s law.
job asked why the righteous suffer,
and i was sated by your wisdom before it led to me.
you held the blood and you sew them to stars
raining memories of jerusalem, of
an innocent mind turned against you.
i threw your book out and it soaked out
the iron garden, as did i.
we lived in a city enclosed in adobe.
by itself, i hear the procession of children crusades
pillaging broken windows
playing the seven trumpets of solitude
plied within. god, they say
you are right. i know, before adam and eve, that
you do not imply fair.
jerusalem was a city,
and it became a citadel where the walls
grow and i am ripped at your endpoints
by moving stones of forgotten
childhoods, forgotten graves.
i shed feathers of ink on easter monday,
finding where i am on your number lines only to find
you penned the word of the world
in six and