A Walk With the Poet- Canto 2- The Ink of Exile
From behind me came voice and word...
Both new, and friendly to my ears.
In a sense did I now feel safe presence.
"A descendant of Cerberus was he...
So vile are those beasts.
Though shall you fear not, as you are protected."
I turned to find, through a doorway
bursting through with light in abundance...
The poet of Florence, in form of spirit.
Dressed the white and red of his portraits.
With upon his head, a crown of leaves,
Whose veins were black with ink.
"Poet before me, I beseech from thee, answers,
For once I had many, and now I have none!
Assist me, as I lost more than ever."
My head hung in shame,
like some criminal on the gallows...
I knew not the true reasons for my shame.
"I have many times prayed,
and my faith have I kept!
But once more, I am adrift...
Like a ship is my being, lost at sea...
My body, the temple...crumbling with erosions.
My soul fears the twists and turns of time."
"Hold thy tongue," he commanded, "And worry not!
Sent to you is the guide before thee,
1. The Black Rose1. The Black Rose in Free Verse More Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
Deserving of NothingDeserving of Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
Free Spirit Fail SafeFree Spirit Fail Safe in Free Verse More Like This
Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.
Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...
Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.
Until Eternity's End.Until Eternity's End. in Free Verse More Like This
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
Sons and Daughters of The RevolutionSons and Daughters of The Revolution in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Hierarchy lost in translation,
laid out before us, but so forgotten.
Lord forgive us our folly,
Such great division,
for reasons many.
To my human eyes,
the scorching history,
wayward amid all anarchy.
Fractions to masses,
to lead and wage war.
The eternal struggle,
to which we are oblivious,
but so highly involved.
Lord forgive me,
as I fear my efforts are in vain.
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
The Killer's MareThe Killer's Mare in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ever creaking wood scolds me with laughter,
My feet make their tiresome way up to that rope.
There swings my path to the hereafter,
As I, the voice of these words, abandon all hope.
I am the regretful fiend, the tortured soul.
Whose face is emotionless, whose heart is torn.
Mine was the life to swallow others whole,
Now mine is the being forlorn.
Grim was this account of my life...
I lived within the arms of sin,
Now is the retribution of my strife...
Yet no words describe that through which I've been.
I can hear them cheering,
those I've in my life wronged,
celebrating the Hell for me that I've been fearing.
My demise which for them has been prolonged.
My tears meet my knees at the base of the wood.
"Oh God forgive this fool before you!,
For my actions are misunderstood!."
But upon holy does my voice come untrue.
I know of my guilt, the suffering I have brought,
This world has learned of me and my ways.
To this society does my innocence ever rot!
And open do the gates of Hell in a
Genre, Oh GenreGenre, Oh Genre in Free Verse More Like This
Shame befalls me, for what the muses inspire.
Is such the magnet of my psyche? Such dreadful words from pen to paper?
I question not my sanity, only the purposes for which
such written things flow from me, as to what message is to be sent...
Though dedication fills me to the brink, so does a constant curiosity...
overflowing to the shores of embarrassment.
Shame befalls me, but I write as a messenger, and my muses come from Above,
where even dreaded words are sometimes called for.
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAYIf There's Someone You Love, Someone You've WrongedA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY in Free Verse More Like This
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day
For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear
Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine
If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To Say
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper in Free Verse More Like This
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.Find The Dream in Philosophical More Like This
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
Can I Place My FaithCan I place my faith,Can I Place My Faith in Free Verse More Like This
in this chair when I sit?
Can I place my faith,
and relax in it?
Can I trust in the sun?
Can I trust in the moon?
Can I depend on daylight to shine?
Can I trust the moon to glow?
If I go to the stop at the corner,
will the bus eventually come?
If I go to the bank,
will my money still be there?
Will the grocery store always be full?
Will Wal-Mart’s prices always be low?
Can I have faith in nature?
Can I put any trust in the world?
If people make a promise,
can I rely on them to keep their word?
I put faith in nature and the world.
I trust people at their word.
I put my faith in things from the world.
What about the One in heaven?
Can I have faith in God above?
Can I trust in His love?
Can I depend on the Lord of hosts?
Can I believe He is close?
Can I go to church and trust in Him?
Can I trust He’ll hear, even when my voice is thin?
Can I believe God is there?
Can I trust He heard my prayer?
Do I believe God rises the sun?
Is He there when I am
The Fall of JerusalemThe Fall of Jerusalem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Fall of Jerusalem
The Prophets communicate much
Many words the seers have
Jerusalem will survive they say
They say the children of Zion will not crumble
Those who dream visions proclaim peace
They who hear from the LORD promise redemption
With comforting words the priests assure us
The prophets comfort our souls with words of peace
The armies surrounded us
The prophets assure us of the LORD's victory
People with visions say God will drive the enemy back
Yet we cannot escape the city
Some people have already been captured
Yet the prophets still say we should stand and fight
It costs so much for food...
They seers say God's victory draws nigh
There is less and less food
Where is the victory of God?
Some have resorted to eating their own...
Where is what the prophets promised?
I, the LORD's prophet, question the seers
God's true prophet is the one who asks the visionaries
Those who promised victory are their own prophets
"The city will be saved" was spoken by those who did not
Dark Night of the SoulDark Night of the Soul in Free Verse More Like This
Dark Night of the Soul
As she looks back over the years
She reflects on the things she hears
The ghosts and whispers of the past
Their voices are hoarse and rasp
They come from the time of teasing
When she only knew criticism and glares
Why do they always come back?
Why do they bring her back there?
She can remember yesterday
When her troubles seemed to be forever
No hope or care
Nothing but despair
Then God rescued her from the trial
She could stand underneath
She thought she would never fall
Until the dark time of her soul came
Ghosts pull her back so quickly
So swiftly she is dragged to the dark
So consuming she fails to see the door is still open
So up front she fails to see the chains are deception
Yet she still feels trapped
She cannot feel her Saviour
All she sees is herself strapped
Strapped to the enemy's grasp
Is God still there? Can He not free her?
He already did free her
When she remembered this truth
Her heart began to burst
"Swing your lashes!" she cries to her ad
In DeathIn Death in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In death, we will be better
In death, our love will truly last forever
In death there is no pain
In death, freedom is gained
In death I've done what's best for you
In death you will no longer bear my burdens
In death we are truly free
In death I express my love
In death she stole herself
In death I can no longer care for her
In death she is gone forever
In death we cannot pour into one another
In death you left me
In death you are no longer here
In death I shall never be free
In death you are forever away from me
In death I see him and I see me...
In death why does he mourns?
In death I do not understand
In death why he is so downcast and sad?
In death she is gone
In death I am reduced to one
In death I am betrayed
In death she is far, far away...
In life I was a burden to him
In life he had to help me with every whim
In life can he not see
In life this is the best for you and me
In life I wanted her to stay.
In life I would've taken care of her
The RainAs I sit in the darknessThe Rain in Free Verse More Like This
I remain safe in my nest
Outside the rain falls
As thunder answers lightning's call
My heart stops as I hear the roar
Will God let me hear me more?
Not even media can drown out the boom
Not even cars can silence rain's mood
The rain drops onto to the windows and doors
The lightning flashes soundless words
The thunder answers with roars that roll
As God's light and sound show unfolds
The rain calms, the thunder fades
As light disappears at the end of the day
Hidden are the sun's rays
As lightning strikes the darkness away
As I look over
I see people run into the store for cover
They do not need any more thunder
They just want food to fill their cupboards
But nature will have her show
Nature will proclaim for us to know
That God is King and Lord
Therefore let us worship Him more
Rain drops whisper what the thunder roars
Lightening declares the truth of old
God is worthy of praise and honour
For God created the lightning and thunder
Praise the God who gives us the
Help me Stand- A Poetical PrayerHelp me Stand- A Poetical Prayer in Free Verse More Like This
Help me to stand
Father, help me to stand
Remind me that I am firmly in your hand
In spite of this trial
A trial that seems so vile
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death1
I shall come to you for rest
This trial is unavoidable
But You, Lord, are faithful
Even though fog clouds my vision
You are still near
My faith is not in my emotions
My faith is in Your Person
Jesus, you are with me til the end of the age
I want to see your faithfulness today
Help me stand under this trial
Let me grow stronger from something that seems so vile
Spirit, I know You are here
Through trials you draw me near
You draw us me Yourself, the Father and the Son
You remind us that someday my trials will be done
Victory is in Mighty God
He strengthens and improves me through the discipline rod
Even though painful at first
Discipline draws me to God, who quenches my thirst2
Your God is with you
Do not fear the valley of the shadow of death
My God is my rest
I will not be afraid of evil
My Life with AspergersMy Life with Aspergers in Emotional More Like This
When I was 13 years old I was diagnosed with a mild form of asperger syndrome, which is a high functioning autism. People with aspergers have an average to high IQ, have trouble understanding non-verbal cues and social norms, can be obsessive-compulsive, and can have physical clumsiness and an atypical use of language. People with it are usually very strong introverts, which can get to the point where we can spend hours- even days- without any social contact and not give it a 2nd thought.
Aspergers did not make my grade school career easy because I was certainly not normal. When I first received my diagnosis I hated it because to me it was like I had a disease for which there was no cure. Because I've grown and matured as a young woman and as a Christian, I am comfortable and OK with it. I am even sometimes thankful that God gave me aspergers because it gives me an independent streak that has gotten me out of sticky situations.
Prior to entering post-secondary education, my
Glimpse of FaithI have battled through enough tomorrowsGlimpse of Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Without any reassurance that matters would get better.
I have walked in the ashes of the deceased
In all of the yesterdays that I have no remembrance of.
I have hoped when darkness was the answer;
When life had given up on me like today.
I have loved when I have lost
Like the repetitive years that kill me daily.
I have given up and made a bloody mess of myself
As a light of faith had finally been seen.
I have continued to live even when Death was behind me,
For I saw a glimpse of my deepest wish be true.
…a hint of happiness is all I ask for…
… but not just for me…
… for others that have seen enough deadly tomorrows…
… give them that glimpse of faith that tomorrow will soon be the past
and it will be a faded story inside a dusty book…
because no one told me it would be
I Am a WriterI am a writer.I Am a Writer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
When Imagination was MellifluousThere was a time when reality was non-existent and what roamed freely was the people, who only a special one could see. Imagination at this time was at its highest peak and was mellifluous like a turquoise stream. Happiness was at a large milestone that battled the stormy darkness with glowing swords and stabbed at it until it cried soft and then heavy tears. Wars were cast out by the brilliant, who imprisoned the wicked. Warriors that had the best strategies, mastered many skills, and knew how to love were created by their Gods to protect them from any harm. Because of their service, their Gods listened to their stories and preach that their adventures were legendary. The Gods established them as the most beloved of their time until it came to an end.When Imagination was Mellifluous in Short Stories More Like This
When the pace of the stream was no longer mellifluous and rather raged into a vast sea, Imagination was lost. The keeper of Imagination would swim into the crushing waves to capture the hand of their warrior. But although their hand lock
The Unspoken StoryA book lies upon a desk, dust caked to it, a single hand print not upon it. Its spine is stiff and sturdy from not a single person reading it. And its pages are clean from the oils from fingers. Each day, practically every hour, a new paragraph is miraculously written along its pages, either creating a new chapter or an entirely new section. So far, the pages are uncountable, for there are already over a thousand and so, beginning from the birth of its author and continuing on until their death.The Unspoken Story in Short Stories More Like This
The author is in her late teen years and yet her story has not been told. And she has not yet seen what her life has truly been like, for she has drunken herself in reality. She may subconsciously know what she has become through her terrorizing dreams, bellowing her deadliest moments. But once she awakens and stirs upright drenched in sweat, she shrugs off the facts and lays back down.
Still, the book lies upon her desk concealed by many others with titles imprinted along their spines. If eyes
Still With YouFogged breath upon pink lips —Still With You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hidden cyan eyes…
A fading touch on finger tips
And hushed cries.
Gallons of dirt tossed into the ground,
Layering—stack upon stack.
Six feet under where a body is found,
Faced forward, lying on their back
Pinkish cheeks align a face,
Where a story in sunset eyes is told.
Fiery hair caresses the face.
They breathe out fog in the cold.
The expression upon that young form
Is vague in emotion.
These eyes held the story of a storm
That spoke of utter devotion.
The time of the past is slowly fading
And a plea is spoken out softly.
“Let me be still with you…” they tried persuading,
But a resting heartbeat leaves them lonely.
Only do they wish for it become true
And find out what they mean.
“Let me be still with you…”
Oh, how those words aren’t serene.
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
Screaming SilenceThese raging voices are within my head.Screaming Silence in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming about gushing wounds
And wars upon a meadow.
Hollering about blood upon graves
And a silver blade jabbed into a man’s jugular vein.
They’re so uncontrollable…
Highly impossible to tame…
My hand jolts across paper as I write their words.
My fingers punch keys as I write their words.
But the voices are so profound!
Literally deafening and making me drunk against reality.
They blind me from what life presents.
And relinquish their own images, as if I wear 3D glasses.
These voices retract a never ending film,
Although the ending is long gone,
But this tugging within my chest says otherwise.
Look at what these voices do to me!
They hypnotize me!
They lure me in with an irresistible bait
And switch it around like it was their first offer.
And I love them so much!
But…you will never see this side of me,
For it’s only within my head,
The Mind of a WriterWhat you read is what you get.The Mind of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
Many readers cannot exceed past that.
But if you bring a magnifying glass to a writer’s brain,
You may just see what we truly see.
Within the mind of a writer,
There are not just words.
It is similar to a film,
But to us it is all too real.
Within our minds,
We have a simple sanctuary.
Either it be tiny or large,
Or just a great big desert.
Noises may be here and there,
And noises, I do not mean distractions.
These noises involve the voices of who are real,
And I mean our characters, ourselves.
What you see is just the surface.
Here take this shovel
And dig six feet deep
And penetrate the ground further
And fall into our abyss.
Words are along our walls.
Voices are a frequent sound.
Images of war of love or/and hate
Flicker about like a skipping disc.
Every shade of color is welcomed here.
From maroon to auburn,
From forest green to lime,
And from charcoal to onyx.
Everything is here.
All I can say,
When you eventually crash to the bottom
Writing is NothingThese words aren’t what they meant before.Writing is Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
The page I had written them on still remains blank,
As if the story was never created.
The insertion point crosses the page,
Plugging in the letters that I type.
But as my eyes scan the page, the point at the bottom’s edge,
Its entirety is white.
as if the story was never created.
The words are clear within my head,
Flooding me with fluid rhyme.
It’s a velvet voice speaking to me,
Telling me of an Epic that must be written.
But my hand hovers over the page,
Trembling, struggling to write.
“This story will never be created.”
Is this what my writing has become?
The spark that ignited and revived my abilities,
Heightening my capabilities,
Has dimmed, and I’m left with a flickering light
That will die out someday.
Is today that day?
Will I be left alone in the darkness
With these words scrambling throughout my head?
Will I die before another story is finished?
Is a single word not worth
Vice VersaLife isn’t what everyone expected it to beVice Versa in Free Verse More Like This
It’s in a disguise to trick the blind
It’ll gobble you up or kick you down
It’s truly Death hiding behind the mask
Death is the opposite of everyone’s expectations
It’s hiding behind the mask that everyone gladly greets
It’ll embrace anyone in warm arms and tell anyone they’re worth it
It’s truly Life in a disguise
Life and Death or vice versa
Facts, or the truth, are what we don’t want to hear
They’re deafening enough as they’re spoken
They want people to suffer in their power
It’s what makes Lies so lovely
Lies are what we wish will connect to our senses
They’re so lovely to us and want us to believe in their profoundness
They keep people sane and away from the Truth
It’s what distracts us from the Truth
Lies and the Truth or vice versa
Love is truly a painful fairytale
It’s an accident waiting to happen
Behind its back it ho
Before ChaosBack in the day,Before Chaos in Free Verse More Like This
When everything was merry and gay.
You could only see the light,
Blocking out that looming darkness,
And you knew it was going to be alright.
Back in the day,
When people danced and kids did play.
You could just remember it now,
Seeing all those faces; all smiling no less,
Ask yourself why did it go wrong somehow?
Back in the day,
When you didn't have to hope or pray.
You could be happy alone,
In perfect harmony no preacher could bless,
After all you hid a heart of stone.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,The Girl In A Teardrop in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
The SirenShe's a siren of the airwaves,The Siren in Free Verse More Like This
And I love it when she misbehaves.
Burning air I lust after her elegance,
Breathing in all her melodies lasciviously,
Pursuing her blindly over currents of crimson chance.
But every single time she cries my name,
I don't know if to her it's all just a game.
Weeping tears only for me,
Wailing along the air seductively,
Drowning me softly in glades with gruesome glee.
She's a siren turning me into ash,
Yet her love like tempestuous waves crash.
Sitting down next to me,
Singing down my ear promiscuously,
Killing me gently upon shores of sombre seas.
Seek First the KingdomSeek first the Kingdom.Seek First the Kingdom in Free Verse More Like This
The rest will come.
The rest will come in time;
It comes no sooner if you pine,
so worry not
but faithfully do
what He has commanded you to.
It will come no faster
by your worrying;
don't watch the kettle:
it never will boil.
Don't break your head,
don't break your heart -
seek first the Kingdom.
The rest will come.
Don't stand there staring
up into the sky;
don't sit there longing
for dreams to come true.
Don't look at what's missing
but work with what's there -
seek first the Kingdom.
The rest will come.
No.What is this?No. in Free Verse More Like This
this foul, reeking air,
pits of injustice opening wide;
cries out of depths of sorrow
on a deaf window;
above blaring worship music.
a fancy car
in the church parking lot.
What is this?
for a house of God
while dust eats the children
none want to see.
How can I say
that I praise your name
while in my bank account
and rats eat the bones
of the ones we say no to.
Their pain is yours.
It should be mine.
Let it be mine.
HandsMy handsHands in Free Verse More Like This
are not very beautiful.
scars and scratches,
can make my hands
Make them praying hands
that hold on to you.
Make them blessing hands
that pass on your love.
Make them helping hands
that lift the loads of others.
Make them working hands
that give all for you.
Let my hands
be your hands
and give glory to you.
Their God Is Their StomachWho is my god?Their God Is Their Stomach in Free Verse More Like This
Or my stomach?
What is my priority?
Or my comforts?
While the needy bleed for justice
and the earth around me wilts,
while the lost cry out in darkness
and the hurting plead for love -
do I reach out a helping hand,
share the love you gave to me?
Do I respect the gifts you gave -
or exploit them just for me?
To save my money,
to feed my desires,
to live in comfort
do I make them bleed some more,
feed off their pain
oppressing my neighbours,
abusing your gifts.
this life of mine?
Is it not all too often
thoughts of money
or what I like,
that lead my steps
on dark'ning way
down a broad path
that I should not take?
take this selfishness away,
this blindness that takes
and takes and takes
but never gives!
Change my habits,
change my ways,
open my eyes
to see the pain
that I am causing
with my unconscious desire
for what costs me less.
Let me not choose
what serves me best
but take the path
Junia: HiddenGive me no fame, o Lord.Junia: Hidden in Free Verse More Like This
I need no glory, no applause,
for what good is it?
let me stay hidden,
like foundations underground,
like the backstage hands,
like wallpaper no one sees
until it is missed.
melting into the background,
hidden from view
but nonetheless there,
like the spices in a curry,
like stitches in embroidery,
like the threads of a rope.
Let me work in patience
for love alone,
in the shadows, unnoticed,
holding the strings.
Let me do what is needed,
though none know my name,
though no one says "thanks",
though I am ignored.
I will be satisfied,
for I seek no renown,
and my work is for you
and for your eyes alone.
Widow at Nain: Job was not a WomanLord, you have given;Widow at Nain: Job was not a Woman in Free Verse More Like This
Lord, you have taken.
Like Job, I should
bless your name
But the words
stick to my throat
and I can't speak them.
was not a woman,
not a widow
defenceless and alone,
with no one to depend upon.
He lost all he owned -
but not the pillars holding him,
for he was a man
and could stand on his own.
Lord, you have given
such wonderful years,
such a kind, loving husband,
such a beautiful child.
But why have you taken?
Praise should cross these lips -
they bring forth tears instead,
for I don't know how
to trust in you
when all my life
has crumbled away.
But what is this?
He holds my tears,
He takes my fears
and frightens them away.
You care, o Lord -
o Lord, you care.
I'm not a speck
of passing dust
my fate's not meaningless -
you do not look away.
you bring hope,
you bring life,
and teach me
faith and trust again.
For the Lord hears
the cries of the afflicted
and has compassion
deeper than death.
Mary mother of John Mark: Prayer of FaithLord,Mary mother of John Mark: Prayer of Faith in Free Verse More Like This
teach me to pray
the prayer of faith.
So often I ask,
not expecting to receive.
So often I leave loopholes
just in case you don't answer -
as if expecting
nothing will happen anyway.
Where is my faith?
As you answer my prayers
I see my lack of faith.
Why am I so surprised
when I see that you hear?
Why do I react in disbelief,
when what I've been begging for
becomes real before my eyes?
teach me to pray
the prayer of faith -
to know that you hear me,
and that you are at work,
that you do the impossible
beyond my wildest dreams -
teach me to believe.
Be Jesus to MeBe Jesus to me.Be Jesus to Me in Free Verse More Like This
He touched the dirty,
loved the unlovable,
he ate with sinners,
brought God to their midst.
Be Jesus to me.
He brought forgiveness,
not harsh condemnation.
He did not avoid
the world's cast-aways,
the tax collectors, prostitutes,
adulterers and murderers,
thieves, terrorists and all those whom
the just had thrown away.
Be Jesus to me.
But I only see
your pro-life protests,
talking past me
or behind my back;
complaints, not love -
and you don't talk to me.
I am waiting
for a kind word,
a shoulder to lean on,
a listening ear
to pour out my heart
- my aching heart
and lift me from the dark.
But no one listens,
and no one cares,
no one brings God
into my night.
Instead, you throw stones
- complaints, condemnation, unkindness, hate
that press me deeper into the mud.
Why can't you be Jesus to me?
Be Jesus to me.
Be my friend though I'm a sinner,
love me despite all my mistakes,
Crippled Woman: Worth MuchWho looks twiceCrippled Woman: Worth Much in Free Verse More Like This
at a crippled woman,
except to give her crooked looks,
crooked like her crooked back?
Crooked, not friendly -
for I am not normal,
I am a mistake,
a burden, not a blessing,
to all and to myself -
not worth much.
I am "just a woman".
I am "that cripple".
I am a failure
in this world bent on success.
Not worth much.
But now I see
your love, o Lord,
which values even me -
is what you call me -
not an outcast anymore.
You look at me so differently,
you lift me up,
you make me new.
I don't need to be perfect
to be perfect for you;
you love me
just as I am,
the one the world had thrown away.
And now I know: to you
I am worth much.
Bathsheba: Can't Hide from YouWhat shall I say?Bathsheba: Can't Hide from You in Free Verse More Like This
I can't hide from you.
I told myself once
it was not my fault,
that I could not say no
to him, the king -
but no, that was not true.
I could have stood
and kept my vow
even to death -
Was I too afraid?
Did it happen too fast?
I can't hide from you
that I never wanted
And in his arms
I remembered my husband
and was stung by regret.
What can I say?
I can't hide from you
that I chased those regrets
I told myself then
it was all his fault,
that he should have stayed
instead of leaving
me bored and alone
and easy to tempt.
I can't hide from you
that I knew it was not
And then the child.
I don't know what to say.
A gift, a curse?
I couldn't hide from him -
I never could hide from you.
I was so afraid.
But I told myself then
it was David's fault:
he should have known better,
left me alone.
I even tried to claim
that he'd tricked me into it.
I can't hide from you
that I allowed him this sin
Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this worldKeep on Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams of anything and everyone
Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality
Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.
Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything
Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.
Keep on dreaming~
My Angel.When I was cold,My Angel. in Free Verse More Like This
You gave me your jacket.
When I spoke,
When I fell,
You raised me up.
When I cried,
You dried my tears.
When I needed someone,
You were there.
When everyone had left,
When I was injured,
You patched my wounds.
When I was lonely,
You were my friend.
You were there.
You are my angel.
Say you willSay you will follow me.Say you will in Free Verse More Like This
Say you will stand by my side.
Watch for my
In the sands
Say you will care.
Say you will always be there.
When I leave
I'll leave no regrets.
Come with me
To the end of the world.
Say you will understand.
Say you are okay.
I love you.
So don't judge me
When I have
To leave so soon.
Say you will come with me.
Say you will never leave.
How I loved you
How I lived
And how I was here.
Say it's okay.
Say you won't cry when I'm gone.
When I'm gone,
I won't be gone forever.
I'll live on in your heart,
And your memories.
Say you love me.
Say you will never forget me.
When society fallsAs we watchWhen society falls in Free Verse More Like This
This society fall
Let us all remember
What we were fighting for
Freedom from oppression
Safety from suppression
To fight without a cause
Isn't to really fight at all
We may think we rule the world
But really the world rules us all
Deviantart for beginnersDeviantart for beginners in Other More Like This
I've only been on here two years but many people have been asking me some questions that I remember asking when I had first joined here. So here I am to answer all your questions, let start with the basics.
I just created my account, what should I do next?
There are many things that you could do first. You could use the search to find artwork that is most appealing, you could search for groups and meet new people. It's mainly what will interest you the most right now.
How do I join a group?
The first thing you do to find a group would be to go to the homepage. Then in the top left corner you should see a little house icon with the word 'groups' next to it. When you click there you search for any kind of group that you want by typing in a keyword. You can find a group for just about anything. When you find a group that interest you, click on the 'join our group' button, and tada! You have joined your first group!
How do I submit my first deviation?
Up at the top men
MonsterMonster in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.
Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.
Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.
and razor sharp teeth,
children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.
Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.
Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.
One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.
Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.
And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the doorDeath Takes Two Sugars in Free Verse More Like This
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
OrionOrion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To breathe the curve and then the coil
The bulge of arms, the pull and torque
He levels arrow true in place
As muscles flex in rhythmic tune
The grace and sinew of his bow
When then at last he lets it fly
Towards rearing Horsehead nebulae
While I'm in awe and full entranced
He ne'er gives me a single glance
Yet do I mind in spite the moon
It is for me that he aims low
To stay the target his first try
With stars that set himself ablaze
And claims the prize with self-same mark
What legend brands his epic deed
And 'twixt the galaxies we'll spark.
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,Gentle Cannibal in Free Verse More Like This
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
duetThe earth is not perfectduet in Free Verse More Like This
in its circumference,
it wobbles and shudders
as it sings-
the pitched layers of
and deep molten throbs.
Each person makes a noise
that drowns out the sound
against a tsunami's push
or the tumbling thunder.
Do they ever know the song
before it's too late, will they
mute themselves long enough
to know the words.
When you and I are together
we quietly hum in hopes of
hearing it in tune,
of being a duet in sync.
When we can't, we touch;
the friction of bodies
become tuning forks
vibrating with the tides,
of bird and beast migrating
by the silvery tines of stars
to the music of our only home.
reincarnationI am the childreincarnation in Free Verse More Like This
I am the mother,
so much younger
You are the child
pushed from my body,
so much older
and suckling me
I see my death in
your unquestioning eyes,
rocking you gently
in the aftermath
I feel you enter
my unfettered soul
and I in turn
hear you crying for me
I am the cradle
that sways you still
setting the stage-
To live again
as your offspring
while you bide time
till I am of age
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting in Free Verse More Like This
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
The Aegir TidesThe monarch's flock crowdsThe Aegir Tides in Free Verse More Like This
the shell of cliffs with its
violence, and its rape,
piercing the nests of
her bosom, the light without
and the lie within.
Canon of shorelines
of broken ships and sailors
dashed along the cracks.
Perilous mansion, perched,
without its windows intact
as her voice strains through.
Spirits that permeate,
going into rib cages and
coming out nostrils.
Winds of a scepter
swarm over her bereavement,
to reclaim its parish.
Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1Sensual Moon: Love Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
winter crescent moon
across my breasts-
he calls me wisteria
clouds under the moon-
yielding winter pears
selecting ripe persimmons -
warm scent of last night
green shoots forced
from the gardener's manure -
we linger, moon watching
on a moonlit garden path
too cold out to be tempted
6 our astrological elements
my air to his fire -
a position for
every phase of the moon
tangent moon -
the sounds he makes;
a night creature's song
after, my streaming hair
for his head to rest upon
the low-slung moon
also in repose
moon tides penetrate -
he's still with me
at dawn's first light
FringeConfused in the wind of a thousand daysFringe in Free Verse More Like This
that carries the muezzin's prayer
tremulous from atop a minaret standing
against the blue of nothingness,
ending with the tracer lights of ascending dusk
in the triple digits of heat
and the smell of blood and eucalyptus,
taking in the last of my breath with the
first of your kiss, you slide into me
and the white blossoms of birds rise with its scent
from off the slow current of the Euphrates-
the adrenaline rush finds a bullet puncture
meant for a nesting crane, and dissipates,
escaping into night that never goes completely
black from the brilliance of desert fringe,
while behind closed eyes comes the intense burst
of the color tangerine, and the drone of
dragonfly wings among the date palms, and an
otherworldly hush from the spillage of cascading sand.
PassingDistant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.Passing in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the onshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way toward the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s edge
the crabs startle
as I see into her grave
ThriceI:Thrice in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your cupped hands
the grace of my ribcage
as we drift toward
the shelter of a quiet cove
my hair tangles
the valves of your heart
holding you at bay
for a moment
till I return your breath
the children we were
share ev'ry secret
rolling in the grass, always
laughing in our dreams
Father GodI created people to need and love one another. That never changed, even when sin entered into the world. Yet in spite of my desire for loving harmony, families often make a mess of their relationship.Father God in Letters More Like This
I warned David that his sin would cause problems within his family. Ultimately, after simmering and planning for two years, one of David's son killed the other in vengeance for their sister. If only they had sought me in the process...I love to help families secure and strengthen their bonds.
I believe in family. I believe in family so much that I'm building an eternal home for mine. Meanwhile, I'm right here in the midst of your earthly family-and my heart's desire is to help you come together in peace and mutual love. Just call on me for guidance. After all, I'm a Father. I want to help my children.
Courage for the road aheadDo not be afraid. THis is not a command given lightly, as if you will surely fail at the task. Rather, it is a command to focus on what is true. I gave Moses and my people this command to encouarge them to trade fear for faith. They could choose to not panic beacuse I would be with them as they entered Canaan.Courage for the road ahead in Letters More Like This
When I call you to a new job or relationship, or place you in a situation where your next step is uncertain, be strong and courageos and wait for my lead. I am with you, my child. I will not fail you, neither will I leave you on your own.
Together, we can conquer whatever lies ahead.
Apologetic Proof Part 8 ConclusionChristianity is testable. You can actually investigate the evidence. Jesus didn’t just claim to be God. He did miracles, of which we have public evidence, and documented proof through many sources outside of the Bible to back up those claims.Apologetic Proof Part 8 Conclusion in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Christianity has eyewitness testimony. 515 people touched, saw, or encountered Jesus Christ after the resurrection from the dead. This is also all documented evidence, even outside the Bible. Eyewitness testimony is such strong evidence, that in a court of law, when large groups of people come forward with eyewitness testimonies, it is used as irrefutable proof. Additionally, people actually went their deaths testifying that they saw the risen Christ.
Jesus preformed verifiable miracles. Along with the eyewitness testimony of the resurrection of Christ, we also have eyewitness testimony of all Jesus miracles. In addition, many sources outside the Bible refer to Jesus as “unexplainable acts that
Who are you following?My love for my people is boundless-far deeper and wider than you can ever imagine. I rescued Israel- my treasured possession-from slavery in Egypt. I guided my people step by step, night and day. When they were thirsty, I provided water. When they were hungry, I gave them bread made in Heaven. And I grieved when they turned from me to worship something worthless, something made with their own hands.Who are you following? in Letters More Like This
I grieve when you put anyone or anything before me: a promotion, finiacial security, a relationship. Beloved, cast aside all earthy "gods." Let ne lead you on a better path. Like I did for my children in the desert, I will guide you and provide for your every need. Follow me, and I will show you a path loned with peace, love, mercy, and grace.
Wise choicesDear one, I created you with an amazing mind. Your brain controls so much involuntarily-your heartbeat and your breathing, for example. Yet an array of actions and thoughts are completely voluntary: you choose what you say and do. How much better it is to choose wisely and to do right.Wise choices in Drama More Like This
David asked for something reasonable; Nabal responded with rudeness; David sough vengeance. This would have not have ended well for anyone. Nabal's wife, Abigail, recognized the foolishness of her husband's decision and set about making things right. Her quick thinking kept David from actions he would have later regretted and, incidentally, saved the lives of her husband and his servants.
When my children think fast, act wisely, and seek peace, I am pleased. I long to give you wisdom in every situation. Just ask.
The one who seesI love how Boaz listened with interest to the back-story of Ruth, this newcomer to the village of Bethlehem. I watched him watch her and drew the two of them together at just the right time.The one who sees in Philosophical More Like This
You may sometimes feel like no one notices you, but I do. I saw you during those days you toiled and received not so much as a thank you. I was there during those nights when you sacrificed sleep for another's benefit. I know the times you did without in order to put someone else's needs first. I am aware of every time you gave a gentle answer and swallowed your pride.
You have neen a faithful friend. Most of all, you have done your best to imitate me. I've noticed; you've made me very proud.
Well done, my faithful servant.
With all your heartMy beloved, we both know when you've done wrong. The walls you build between us during those times sadden me. What hurts most, though, is when you blame someone else for your actions or pretend that I cannot see what you have done.With all your heart in Letters More Like This
I want to give you my joy, peace, and love so that you can experience all the blessings of a restored relationship with me. When you are dealing with sin, my child, trust me, I've seen it all. All my children have sinned, and I loved them right through it. David committed murder and adultery, and still I did not give up on him. He didn't want to talk to me at first, but I broke through anyway-and the wall between us gave way to an even deeper intimacy.
Nothing is too big for me to forgive-my Son's blood took care of everything. I made sure of that. So come. Seek me. I long to forgive and bring you back to myself.
The heart of the matterI can see the tiniest microorganism and the farthest star millions of light-years away. I am everywhere at once. So I do not judge as humans judge-based on subjective criteria: appearance, wealth, status. None of these impress me. I look at the heart instead, the intentions of a person. And my wisdom is perfect, child; I am not arbitrary or subjective.The heart of the matter in Letters More Like This
While Samuel was suprised at my choice for king, I chose David because I knew his character and values-his was a heart in tune with mine.
As with David, I have chosen you to do my work. There's no need to fear-I know you. I formed you in your mother's womb and have loved you from the very moment your life began. Your innermost thoughts are not hidden from me; I know what makes you tick and what makes you sing.
My heart cherishes you, dear one. I lone for you to know and cherish me. Just bring me your heart.
Apologetic Proof Part 2 Jesus and HistoryJesus was a real historical figure, and there is historical proof of his crucifixion, death, burial and bodily resurrection.Apologetic Proof Part 2 Jesus and History in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Some of the historical documents from OUTSIDE the Bible comes from:
The Talmud: It is taught, on the eve of Passover they hung Yeshu and the crier went forth for forty days beforehand declaring that “[Yeshu] is going to be stone for practicing witchcraft, for enticing and leading Israel astray.”
Thallus: Historian who documented a history of the Trojan War wrote, “Frighteningly during the crucifixion of the Nazarene Jesus, on the whole world there pressed a most fearful darkness; and the rocks were torn to pieces by an earthquake, and many places in Judea and other districts were thrown down. The extended fearful darkness of the sun appears to defy all reason and explanation.”
Lucian: A second century Romano-Syrian satirist, who wrote in Greek said “The Christian, you know, worship a man to this day-the distinguished personage who in
Time with GodEvery morning, set aside a special time often called a “Quiet Time.” During this time you can talk with God and let Him talk to you through the Bible and His Spirit. There are many effective methods that can be used for daily time with God. The PRESS method is the one we suggest.Time with God in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Pray… Begin by thanking God for the new day, and then ask Him to help you learn from what you will read. Ask God to settle your heart and mind. You may find listening to worship music helpful.
Read… Read a Bible passage. A great way to start is each day read a proverb, a psalm, and a chapter out of the New Testament or Old Testament. Another way is to begin with one of the Gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John), and then move to some of the shorter letters such as Ephesians or James.
Examine… Ask yourself these questions about what you read: What do I need to learn about God, myself, other people, or life? What do I need to stop doing- sins, bad/selfish habits, and hurtful act