Faith, Trust, and LoveYou know my every thought,Faith, Trust, and Love13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My fears and my dreams.
You lift my troubled spirit so high,
No matter how dark things may seem.
The book You gave me,
Tells of Your love and for me to love.
I have but to trust in what’s written,
Giving my worries to You up above.
The book You gave me,
Says to seek out Your light and not to hide.
To live by my faith in You,
Being comforted knowing that You’re always at my side.
The one You have chosen to share my heart,
Fits me like no other.
Her laughter fills my soul with song,
I can feel her with me even when we are apart.
These words that I write,
Are written in praise to You.
Thank you dear Lord for saving me,
Always guide me in everything I do.
Poem - Take Not That RoadTake Not That RoadPoem - Take Not That Road2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 062 – 201411224
Take not that road,
the one that leads to ruin.
Take not that road,
the one that leads to death.
So says the seer,
viewer of the future.
The time to come
is clearly in their sights.
I left the house,
a destination in my mind.
The seer was my spouse,
she worried fates most unkind.
The night was fluid,
two destinations I had in mind.
Both photography included,
But first to the art show divine.
Fire, fashion, and more:
fantastic music and acts galore.
I shot the Cirkus,
and snapped the fashion show.
Contra called me,
dance was beating in my blood.
The trip was never made.
To more pictures I was swayed.
Wasted Wine played on.
Discordia flashed steel and fire.
To these sights I was drawn.
My camera captured shots admired.
The Cirkus on again!
Partner acro, bed of nails,
to swallow and walk glass prevailed.
All done, too late to dance!
I headed home straight away.
The road led to my safety.
I took not the other road,
the one that lead to
Hell through my EyesHell through my EyesHell through my Eyes4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How best to kill the wraith that dwells inside?
This song of all endings, playing from my heart
The lyrics plague, leaving aftertaste so tart
I pray and lie, in my head I can’t hide
Tears and hollow misery none can bide
This is torment eternal, Hell in part
The wounds are yet fresh, bloodletting as art
This is not death, just a life ill applied
But if fixation dwells on the obscene
How am I to laugh if Heaven prevails?
It is not my place to know, I can tell
This is how I make sense of what I’ve seen
The answer is spelled with two boards, three nails
If He views through my eyes, He has seen Hell
966Orli wzrok omiótł widnokrąg powoli.9664 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dał porwać się myślom artysty...
Słońce krwiste łzy dzisiaj roni,
Zalewając czerwienią nieboskłon czysty.
Szmaragdem bory lśnią między szczytami,
Błękit morza w szafir przepływa,
Pola oblane plonów bursztynami...
Przyroda tak potężna, wielbiona. Żywa.
Jednakże nie tylko Słońce błyszczy rubinem!
Orzeł ujrzał z zachodu lawinę
Stali i wojów obcych tej krainie.
Dziś tryśnie szkarłat rosy, świętość zabiorą!
I rzekom, i górom, i łąkom, i borom;
Lecz nasza wiara nie zginie!
I'M STILL HEREAn aching heart you have carried with you since the dayI'M STILL HERE4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you thought my spirit had gone away,
but dearest beloved, I never could leave you, a place
of love you made for me all of my living years, your face
with tenderness and inner light I basked in its glow,
and the many kisses you lavished on me sweeter than a rainbow.
I haven't left you, please know this infinite Truth,
to you and your love I am stuck like glue,
you just can't see me though I wish you could
but I haven't left you, I never would,
let me ease the pain you carry in your heart
since the day you believed our spirits did part...
During my last mortal hours I knew I wasn't alone,
your love eased the gateway for my spirit to roam,
but I didn't go far...in your aura I am now curled,
never to leave the one who loved me, in your aura I can now be found,
aglow with the love we shared, please feel me around.
Remember the times I hid among the fuscia leaves,
you couldn't see me but you knew nearby I still cleaved,
that's how it is
Eye switch shakes beerMe thinksEye switch shakes beer4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of Lies and days
A magic witches' brew
that poisons me
shifty eyeball stew
Corrupts that which
The eye he cast upon me
that drives the judgement bus
has Torn me
far from You
I no longer
bears our trust
The eye that always
in the sky
me thinks this
third eye Spell is cast
a Capital 'I'
A curse upon
the shaking spear
ensures this spell
If you should seek
to dent his 'I'
His story shows
To Yefiri Tou Hronou Το Γεφύρι Του ΧρόνουTo Yefiri Tou Hronou1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
στο γεφύρι του Χρόνου
το παιχνίδι του τρόμου.
Μα νέος δειλιάζω
σ' αυτό το κακό
Μια μάχη, μια λέξη,
Cerulean in the Upper SpaceEverything is nothing but a blue abstraction--Cerulean in the Upper Space1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A mirror of the home once I knew before.
Eyes like the ocean wild, a mirror reflection...
Wonder I, is this the color of my soul?
Pulse it, feel it, the clouds themselves are blue.
The fair oblivion is nothing but a deeply profound azul.
The body electric sings, and buildings around distort
To some rich cerulean sky beyond the upper Space,
The purple ribbons float on alien wings,
Dance about my vision as they sing.
Come to me, you prophets of forgotten memory,
Tell me why you perplex with this unsaid message?
Am I insane, or is the world's sanity a delusion?
A turquoise mind that floats forlorn in nightmare,
To be survived only in the blood millennium old,
Passed down by minds from another world.
I can't tell if these visions of an electric city
Are of the future, or an eon passed.
The cerulean blood screams of memory
That I never knew I thought I ever had.
And then You came, and showed me a way,
And now it's more clear than a crystal sky.
Manannan mac LirAncient one rising from the foamManannan mac Lir1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ocean his home
lord of the sea
hear sailors plea.
Commander of winds and thunder
brings souls under
guide to the dead
but feel not dread.
Tempting kings with offered treasure
life is pleasure
trickster at heart
knows magic art.
Raven DreamsThe Raven Mother spoke to meRaven Dreams1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
somewhere between earth and the sky,
telling riddles of truth and lie
her winter heart longs to be free.
On a night
when the moon
you called my name
before there was
Like death I was caught in her eye
her feathers fell from the ash tree
each revealing a secret key,
she sings a culling lullabye.
I gave my answer
weaving dream catchers
to send coded messages
I know your heart
Before my sight Raven vanishes with a smile
and you remain standing at my side.
Where your Soul LivesYour soul does not reside in a specific partWhere your Soul Lives1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your soul embodies you
The mind controls how your hands work
But not what your hands actually do
Psalm 119 ProjectAbove all things, O Lord, your Word remainsPsalm 119 Project1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And captures me with sweet refrains:
A song of joy and love that never fails
Although my fading flesh travails--
Afflicted by the consequence of sin.
Acknowledge me, O God, begin
An awesome work, a miracle, for I
Adore and lift your name on high.
Both blood and water flow down from his side,
Broken now, I turned my eyes and cried.
Breathless, ill, and choked with all my tears,
Bound by utter impotence and fears.
But though the sight is grim, I start to feel
Beginnings of a life that lives for real.
Before the cross of Him who died for me,
Bespattered by his righteous blood, I'm free.
Come to rule and then to try us:
Christ, the King of earth and sea.
Crucified, rejected by us:
Christ who seeks us jealously.
Calling us to hold his hand:
Christ, our Savior, Son of Man.
Can we follow, though we sin?
Christ forgives and lets us in.
Days of defeat are close at hand:
Daunted, but I understand
Death as nothing but a thrill,
Deigning you as greater s
un basm de moarteînșelătoare-i viața proprieun basm de moarte1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
o manifestare mișcătoare
tutunul frunzelor vechi
încă emană suflet de soare
tăișul ierbii încolțită-n perechi
își pierde ținuta dar nu și ființa
nu contează de câte ori
se taie ce-a crescut cu altă limbă
rebuturi false golesc abundența
ascunse după podeste înalte
nimic nu-i mut pentru suflet
totul este energie vitală
plantele cresc de le șoptești
de-nnegrește vecinul cu detergenți
toarnă îngrașă sapă și calcă
cu-n tractor uriaș orice șansă
pământul asuprit rămâne sterp
peste tot se ucide sub motive
doar Dumnezeu e în povești
tu spui că moartea e certă
dar înșeală decând trăiești
ZZephyrs glide above the waves,Z2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Zooming forth from him who saves.
Zigzags leaping toward the shore,
Zeniths reach to long for more.
Zest of life he gives to bless,
Zeroed debt when I confess.
Zealously I search for you,
Zion, city made anew.
We Were Born in FireWe were born in the fire,We Were Born in Fire2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a garden where angel's weep,
the snake a muse to inspire
when devils learn to sleep.
A garden where angel's weep
Odin waits with a cup of dice,
when devils learn to sleep
wisdom always has its price.
Odin waits with a cup of dice
he will wage you an eye for an eye
wisdom always has its price,
an oracle cannot speak a lie.
He will wage you an eye for an eye,
Loki is a trickster changing shape,
an oracle cannot speak a lie
truth gives no promise of escape.
Loki is a trickster changing shape,
the snake a muse to inspire,
truth gives no promise of escape,
we were born in the fire.
YYears of dedication will progressY2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yarns of love and faithfulness:
Young one, hold his presence close,
Yield to him, be not morose.
Yell for joy and shout his praise,
Yes, call his name for all your days.
Yearn for all He is, and see
Your spirit set alive and free.
XExchanged for lies, this savage worldX2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Excludes the truth that's been unfurled.
Exhausted, lay your burdens down,
Extend your hand, hold out your crown.
Examine all your heart contains,
Exterminate the old remains:
Expect the new to rise like Christ,
Exalted in His sacrifice.
the seer's secretsHumans, elvs, orcs and all elsethe seer's secrets2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are seldom given gifts of sight
And knowledge seen through magical eyes
Yet these gifted are known by many
They offer coin for your wisdom speak
But there are frauds who accept with greed
Theas liars are not true
They know not our secret that we knew
For those truly gifted with sight beyond
Know the seer's secret
Not the trick to our mystical eyes
But the organization of those who see
A man who studied chaos itself
Founded our coin trading ways
He knew the value of others
And now we all speak for so
But our founder wisher than all of us
Cannot teach, nor speak his sights
But he desaires us brothers, sisters
Judges, juries, traders, recivers but most of all
We are those who see
And the only way to know us
Is to see us trad our single coins
And simply ask "what is my question wise seer"
Growing UpIn your tone...Growing Up2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do I hear,
A haunting melody?
Singing songs of fate and futures past,
Yet to be unseen.
Life and death,
Oh, Woe is me!
To hear your mournful cry.
Is it fate?
To know such truth in all the lies.
But I have seen it now and known it true.
That you struck such a chord in me.
To cause such musing here and now,
For it, my fate, now is doomed to be.
Destiny, it is to cause, such a despairing fate.
Oh, Woe is me.
To know that I have lost it all.
In knowing all there was to know.
For so I took the apple from the tree.
Fore I gained knowledge at a grave cost.
Innocence is forever unknown to me.
Oh Woe is me, I lost it unbeknownst to me.
Spiral DanceDrink from the fount of blood,Spiral Dance2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
life flowing into life,
death is all an illusion,
spiral dancing in the eternal fire.
Dreams remind us of other worlds,
remember the ether from which we came,
the Holy Grail is an Alchemist's cup,
drink from the fount of blood.
Read the signs in a strangers eyes
we have all met before in another life
connecting the dots between past and future
life flowing into life.
Everything is a question of energy
connected by the threads of Grandmother Spider's web,
never destroyed only dispersed through the universe,
death is all an illusion.
There is no fountain of youth
but somewhere inside there may be a well of truth,
time forever revolving on Fortune's Wheel,
spiral dancing in the eternal fire.
GardenWhere the branches of trees are tangled togetherGarden3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the roots run through time and through Earth
Where the raindrops are made of but solid gold pleasure
And where nobody knows how to hurt
The Benevolence Between SpacesThe Benevolence Between SpacesThe Benevolence Between Spaces3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Father of the universe's one balm
Ever waxing, never in wane or fall
Cleansing pure as through silver waterfalls
Cascade of sapphire, ocean of song
All souls washed through glinting flame, right from wrong
Peace from an inferno's storm, all sins gone
Listening to saint and sinner who call
How best to give praise to our lull and calm?
Glory and triumph in infinite ranks
Red-ringed solar flare, the promised words wrote
Our God lives in the stars, light from all suns
All I can do is give my meager thanks
To you, from an ant, a cosmic mote
Not as you rate, but what may be given
WWho resurrects our dying heartsW3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where judgment ends and mercy starts?
Why chase the hollowness of hate
When all life's shadows dissipate?
We look to Him who saves alone
With souls that long to be at home:
Wartorn, tugged between two worlds,
Windswept yet still tightly furled.