He is alive!My child, I have good news for you: Ihave conquered death! My Son's empty tomb is proof of that.He is alive!1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Jesus' friends and disciples felt deep sorrow at his death, and again when the stone was rolled against is tomb. It was like an arrow, piercing them to the core and shredding their peace. What a contrast on the day he rose again! The joy on Mary's face when she recognized him sweet to behold. Jesus' resurrection showed that I keep my promises and that my power knows no bounds.
It is also a reminder that even though you pass through the deep waters of sorrow, you will not drown. Death no longer has the victory, because my Son lives. So will you.
What's your question?My beloved child, I am not like those leaders who challenged my Son, hoping to disporve him and exalt themselves. The proud love to prey on theose they counsider weak, but I never look to trap the unwary or embarrass those who thirst for knowledge. So don't be afraid to ask me any question you have. And don't think that I will be offended by you asking. I can handle your toughest dilemmas and even your deepest doubts.What's your question?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
When you come to me with the difficult questions, you only get to know me better. And the more you come to know me, the more you'll see that what I cherish is your genuine pursuit of me.
MarriageHearts flutter like butterfly'sMarriage9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying high, soaring the sky
oh how lovely did the organ sing
As one gazed upon another's eyes
And said take this cup, take this wine
And you shall be forever mine
Not for riches, not for gold
That my heart had been sold
For love and only love is what I feel
So the lovers, lay hand one on other
And prepare for their ordeal
As not just lovers
But husband and wife
A huge difference tis' so
For eternity they will stay
And even after, they will meet in the palace beyond
For their first dance in heaven!
XanaduXanadu10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
through caverns measureless to man
down to a sunless sea...
...for on honey dew he hath fed
and drunk the milk of paradise."
In a palace of marble and one of cane,
a great emperor once did thrive.
On a grandiose horse did he search for game,
so that his leopards could survive.
Things peculiar to kings did he thus indulge,
until he was quite old and fat.
Against many a king he held a grudge;
he conquered, then on his throne sat.
But legends and myths intertwine with what's true;
the myth becomes more than the man.
The great Kubla Khan gave the reaper his due;
to thwart death, no emperor can!
Look to meWell done, beloved! You have been doing an incredible job! I am so proud of your willingness to serve me-the many ways in wich you have stepped out to declare my praises in often hostile envioronments. Your deep love and passionate desire to serve me make me glad.Look to me1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Rest in the fullness of my approval. When the temptation to compare yourself with others beckons, don't give in to the enemy's schemes. He seeks to distract you and lead you astray, onto his path. A path full of heartache, fear, and resentment.
Instead, follow where I lead and keep your eyes on me. My eyes are always lovingly on you.
True GodOnly a true God exists outside the minds of men.True God7 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Landing on Point Rain Part 2Landing on Point Rain Part 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone just stared at the young clone as he stood there pointing at Captain Rex who was momentarily but equally startled as the rest at the sudden challenge.
Yularen Now really do we even have time for this?
Unduli Indeed we must . . .
Washu You asked if he is capable. How long until we are within Geonosis?
Yularen We will be entering the planet's atmosphere in twenty minutes.
She pulled out a timer of some sort from her coat.
Washu Perfect the time limit will be ten minutes; as I will need to leave before we are within the atmosphere.
Unduli . . . . . I assume it would be quick then?
Ahsoka (To Toboe) But are you sure you want to fight him? I mean Rex
. Pleading Both Sides For Ones Freedom .I can't help,. Pleading Both Sides For Ones Freedom .7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Help? Who calls thee?
One life calls for thee,
I can't help myself but to answer,
Shall it be my end?
Small talk, life calls for death,
Death calls for life but life.. no reply,
Do you feel what falls?
Do you see what falls unroll?
Can you feel the wall?
Can you see this all fall?
The fall of your ideal,
Is the strength of his courage,
Can be the fall of your war,
The unleashing of death,
The unleashing will stay,
The casualties will rise,
They will fall at bay.
I can't help but rise above the sky,
Why should I give my life, you?
One life, your life.. calls,
It calls for thee Death ,
May come the me,
Can you feel it unroll,
Now that you see it?
By MsterDeth and xSilentRebelx
Review: Abominable Putridity - The Anomalies of...Review: Abominable Putridity - The Anomalies of...1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Abominable Putridity, just the name sends a chill down any well-learned metal fanatics spine. This Russian brutal death metal band formed in 2003 and underwent a series of line-up changes before releasing their debut album, In the End of Human Existence, in 2007. The album itself was a fine example of what not to do when making a brutal record, and most who come across it scorn it... though rarely do some come out of the wood work and give it praise. Now, five years later the band have returned with their second full-length effort, The Anomalies of Artificial Origin, featuring new vocalist Matti Way. Have Abominable Putridity found a way to redeem themselves?
"Remnants of the Tortured" opens with a minute long cinema-style mood-setting introduction before the brutality takes over. Looking at the album cover, the ambiance perfectly depicts the strange behemoth emerging from its glass confinement, monstrous growls and howls are heard before a series of explosions go off, pe
Born from SinersBorn from sinnersBorn from Siners9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Genetics hand made
Closely constructed, picked from men in magazines
Sorry but I can’t protest
When the man deserved his own death
No sympathy given to the weak
Asking the devil for conversation
No former friends to view
If only the genes hadn’t mutated
I’d be happy with you
X met X
Instead of Y
Did they ever exist? Had they not even tried?
Strangled and structured
Forced to agree
I grew up bruised and broken.
You happy and free
Never knowing real hardships
Yet still learning to overreact.
While I kept to myself
It kept me intact.
I couldn’t tell you stories
Even if you pleaded
Suppressing daily memories
From decades of mistreatment
I was slandered and accused
Of something I was not,
But choosing an identity
Is hand picking the shot.
I apologize for the misery of being in my cycle
Two people blended in one
At least the thoughts are insightful.
I don't care what you think of me.
My Final GoodbyeMy Final Goodbye9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here thinking of time that's past
Wondering why love never lasts
I could read books and countless sources
And all I find is theories & pointless courses
On what to expect and how it works
How it gets better and how it gets worse
Love is a lot of things, except easy to find
I was fooled into thinking that you were mine
Love is beautiful, but only when it's true
But you may think it evil, when you rush into it like fools
I thought the world of you
But I was truly wrong
You had me feeling blue
Like a bitter ending in the saddest song
How many I love yous were really real?
How many times did you say what you really feel?
A relationship as bad as ours should never be revealed
Locked in the past, it should stay concealed
With every I love you I gave my all
With every lie, you made us just fall
Like a child on hands and knees, I was forced to crawl
Can I ever write poems of love that's real?
Or do I only deserve love that doesn't feel?
Am I forced to be a thief?
Is there a love I can st
Imperfectly Beautiful.Imperfectly Beautiful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is something that is never achieved.
People are insecure, and go out of their way for it.
They should know they are all being deceived,
Because even if something is imperfect it still is beautiful.
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si