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
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.
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.
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.
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.
The White MorgueThe White Morgue in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
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
Delusions of GrandeurDelusions of Grandeur in Free Verse More Like This
Work was done on sinking ships
In a different time, in a different place.
I had carved my name in the first piece
Of rubble to reach the ocean floor.
Hell was on the high seas,
And I went with the anchor
In the waters of what I thought
Might be my shallow grave.
Atlantis was my refuge,
For I swam with closed eyes
Out of fear of the salt.
I merely felt my way down.
I heard the howling and war
Just above my feet as I descended.
I felt the bubbles of my last breath
rush over me and back from whence they came.
I cared so little as my lungs screamed,
And the pressure crushed my being.
The anchor swam for me as submerged tides
Carried my blind way down.
Had I let go, I might have
swam away from Hell,
Though I feared one journey
more than the other.
I think I will awaken
I think I shall live
I think I can dwell
In Atlantis, should it be found.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
OrionOrion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To breathe the curve and then the coil,
The bulge of arm, the pull and spoil.
He levels arrow true in place
As muscles flex in rhythmic grace.
The tune and sinew of his bow
When now at last he lets it go
Towards rearing Horse Head nebulae
While I'm in awe and full entranced.
He ne'er gives me a single glance
Yet do I mind in spite the day;
It is for me that he aims high
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 phrase
While 'twixt the galaxies we spark.
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
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.
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird in Free Verse More Like This
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
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
Will I also returnWill I also return in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I was young as spring,
and held to autumn's wind
in the highest branches,
before crows hollowed them
autumn flurries return
with the scent of fallen fruit,
shelter for next spring
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.
serpentPretending to be a lover,serpent in Free Verse More Like This
you come to me as a man
to the pomegranate tree,
blind sighted by your hunger
to taste of its
Now, a serpent transformed
with darting tongue
sniffing out the promise
of fallen fruit
split by crows taking flight
as you approach
low to the ground, unblinking
stare like tiger's eye
when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping round
the membrane, smothering
rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl,
to the heady quench and thirst
between the spongy chambers
of bloodied pith.
VoicesDisjointed doppler from my mind,Voices in Free Verse More Like This
swirling vid clips behind eyes seeking
to connect with fatherless sounds long ago;
are any of them mine, or orphaned dreams.
The haunting cacophony of voices I hear
from all directions, like thunder
calling my name; endless rain
touching my soul as it starts to unfold,
seeing no peace
for as long as it needs to be told:
Put out your cigarette.
Get out of the car!
Please, get off me.
I can't breathe... I can't breathe...
They were so nice to me.
I almost changed my mind.
We forgive him.
Smooth PebblesEvery swooning blade of grass vindicated.Smooth Pebbles in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The deep blue silence of a turning wheel.
A precise number of fireflies in the apples.
The coiled jealousy of all reptiles.
The palsy of a prisoner's first sob.
A tranquil sorrow in a dog's ribcage.
All faces obliterated from the moon.
Nirvana observed among smooth pebbles.
The slough of mountain summits in decline.
Every planet reprieved of its orbit.
The ecstasy within a mandala.
The space between spaces.
Honing the blade.
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.
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleApocalpyse Child in Free Verse More Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
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~
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
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.
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.
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
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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,
Factual Side of FictionWhat is writing?Factual Side of Fiction in Free Verse More Like This
To a colorless mind, it’s just words.
To a naked mind, it’s just a story.
To a writer, there are facts behind fiction.
Facts as in the main character,
Or his/her supporting characters,
Being what the author is
Or was in their unforgiving past ¿
Hidden behind paragraphs,
Concealed behind sentences,
Masked behind words,
Buried behind every syllable,
And even blanketed behind the space.
By now, you may get the point.
But let me ask you,
What do you see underneath words?
¿ǝɯ ǝǝs noʎ op
Now, what do you see in plain sight?
“May the odds be ever in your favor” ¿
“The lion fell in love with the lamb” ¿
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure” ¿
What I see, as a writer, I see the factual side of fiction.
Placed upon quotes, I see sayings the authors have lived up to in reality.
Polish them off with you
A Blinded WorldDo they not see how much we have in common?A Blinded World in Free Verse More Like This
You and I have fallen greater than six feet
We are crushed by the weight of the graves we’ve encountered
And the loneliness that overwhelms us
This world is blind
Blinder than world engulfed by darkness
But yet I see you and how much you do not acknowledge this
You have witnessed bloodshed on your hands
And the corpse thrown at your feet
Those words you said were the very daggers that killed him
And now you say there is no other living person who can understand this
You are blinded by ignorance
Blinder than I am when I thought love approached me
And yet you see me without loving parents embracing me
I may not have had blood splattered upon my body
From the words that were never meant to be a poison
But a corpse was laid before me with ivory sheets beneath her
I was thrown under the bus by life itself and ran over
I am blinded by false hope
As blind as the world
But yet I still see what we have in common
Flooded by s
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
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.
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.
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
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 harsh 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 with all my mistakes,
hear my story
Stop MeStop me, he said,Stop Me in Free Verse More Like This
if I go too far,
and that put me at ease
for I thought that I could,
knew well my boundaries -
I'm a principled girl.
Stop me, he said,
if I go too far.
He held me,
and I let him.
He kissed me,
and I let him.
Was it not innocent?
Stop me, he said,
but I never wanted to -
it felt too beautiful -
and I always thought:
When it comes to it
I'll say no.
Stop me, he said,
and I gave in to his kisses,
and I gave in to his touch,
and I knew that I should stop him,
but I never wanted to.
Stop me, he said -
Don't stop, said I.
Stop me, o Lord,
I'm going too far -
Stop me, o Lord,
I cannot say no.
How can I say no
when my body screams YES?
stop me -
I've gone too far.
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
Deliverance! (Poem)Deliverance! (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By: Brian Dominguez
Feeling as if I'm drowning
But there is no water surrounding
On my knees, on the ground I keep pounding
Can anyone hear me!? I feel my soul shouting
Feeling claustrophobic but there is nothing crowding me?!
Physically everything is going perfectly, so what's happening?!
So peaceful on the outside but inside something's bombing me
It's like I'm tied down and bound, who can set me free?
I can't touch it, it's something I can't even see
How can I fight an invisible enemy?
my strength is failing, I'm down on my knees
Can't win this mortal combat, just hurry up and finish me!
Then the deja vu hits me, I've been here before
I fought this dude once, now he's come back for more
Battered and bruised I'm spiritually sore
Holy anger rising, my spirit is reviving at my core
Through my mouth a new language explodes
I can't understand it but my strength's back ten fold
I can see the chains that I couldn't see before
They've just shattered and fallen to
God Always Comes Through (Poem)God Always Comes Through (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes we live through a horrible experience
It's not easy to wrestle with personal demons
In our impatience we do things we shouldn't do
But even then, in the end, God always came through
The things we hate, those things we do
The things we'd like to do, those we can't do
If Paul the apostle went through it, so will you
But even then, in the end, God always came through
When we misaligned our minds from the will of the divine
Sin seeped through to seduce with promises of good times
Promises we paid a heavy price believing they'd be true
But even then, in the end, God always came through
Whether your affliction is violence, sex, or drugs
An unlisted addiction or all of the above
And though you feel that this is all there is for you
Remember that in the end, God will always come through
It's not because you deserve it or He owes it to you
Not because of your talents or the work that you do
It's because He really loves you and His promise to you
Is that in end, He will always co
The Road Ahead (Poem)The Road Ahead (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These tears from my eyes have never fallen in vain
They're a sign that in me, your kingdom still reigns
That you're still working in the depths of my heart
Embedding that fear that sets us apart
That fear that brings us to do the right thing
That fear that motivates us to glorify our King
That fear that prevents us from living in sin
That fear of God we lost, when we let rebellion move in
I'll be the first to admit, It's not easy to walk on a straight line
While sin constantly tries to exploit the weakness in our minds
Thinking we will never get caught committing crime after crime
With deaf ears we hear and we see with eyes that are blind
We flake and we fall, we see it happen many times
But you still pick us up and wipe the tears from our eyes
When I can no longer walk, your foot prints replace mine
You who left heaven, to save billions of ungrateful lives
I still remember that long road I thought I had to walk all alone
But when I looked down, I saw your legs next to mine ready to go
Jesus Christ (Poem)Jesus Christ (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, there was a man born of flesh
Who overcame the world and all its tests
The only one worthy to be called His holiness
A royal king who spent His days with the poorest sects
The only man on whose flesh maggots cannot feast
Who took our sickness and sin, for love of you and me
Who proclaimed, to be great you must become the least
He is the greatest gift mankind through grace has ever reaped
He spent his days and nights connected to God the Father
Kept it real at all times, like him there is no other
Hated by all whom were corrupted by money and worldly power
Accepted his mission fully knowing, He'd die for unworthy followers
I know we're not worthy to be known as those who follow Christ
But you still wouldn't trade us, even when Satan tried to change your mind
You endured the pain, the ridicule, and humiliation, a costly price
If it were necessary, you'd do it all again to make everything right
My King, Lord, and Savior, Jesus Christ, thank you once again
For taking those who feel so
The Love of Jesus Christ (Poem)The Love of Jesus Christ (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's because of love that I've found you
It's because of your love I've found truth
When sadness and strife filled my days
Your eternal love showed me the way
When I only knew regret and remorse
You sent messengers right to my door
When my heart turned love into hate
You turned my pain into hope and good faith
The world will know who is Jesus Christ
My life, my love I owe you my life
You can lighten even the darkest of nights
You are the reason that I continue to fight
Where would I have ended up if not for you
Lifeless with out purpose never knowing the truth
That we can aim higher then we'd ever thought to
as you reveal secrets of life that no one else knew
Just raise up your hands and let Jesus come through
He'll cleanse, straighten, and create a new you
Just praise and worship all he is and all he can do
Then run and tell others how Jesus saved you!
Afraid To Be Alone (Poem)Afraid To Be Alone (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's obvious being alone is one of your greatest fears
It's why you fall for any man who can sweet talk you in your ear
You know you've been through all this ordeal before
But you ignore the signs and to your heart you always open up the door
It's like you don't believe you're really worth it any more
Every man you've let in takes all you have and demands more
Stomps over your heart and just lets your tears pour
Time for a change, you need your body and soul restored
You need to look up and see there's more to your life story
You need to accept the need for change and just give Him glory
Submit to a greater plan, you're better off in The Lord's hands
You've done it your way and have only found disappointment in the hands of man
The Lord has promised to never leave nor forsake you
That's more than any man who claimed the same truth
For all the promises God gives, He always sees them through
Time to shake off the pain and rejection your heart has bounded to
It's not to late to change th
Breakthrough The Cycle (Poem)Breakthrough The Cycle (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the heart aches the mouth profanes
To habits and addictions we've become enslaved
Our frustrations increase as our sin remains
Yet in our strength no progress can be obtained
Only when we are so broken, it's Him we start seeking
The one whom in our suffering has been silently weeping
His words never ceased as He has always been speaking
We ignore that voice that has been internally preaching
He sends out His faithful to testify of a love so great
It is not in His nature to forsake and let you fade away
He is determined to bring you back to that wonderful place
That in your search to fill your heart, you lost the way
Now you sit in worry, pain, and sorrow
Hoping for that miracle, a new tomorrow
Consuming all that will help you numb it all and let you forget
But your own strength only brings a new day with more regrets
Look into the depths of your heart
Remember that even you, He has set apart
From your side He hasn't chosen to depart
Take it now, seize it, and accept to restart
Hoping That You'll Find (Poem)Hoping That You'll Find (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Letting you go wasn't the easiest thing for me to do
Even though forgetting me, seemed so easy for you
Took me years in fact, but in the end I could finally see
I couldn't save you, not even as the man you needed me to be
I had always seen you as my little damsel in distress
That as the hero, I could rescue you and well you know the rest
But I couldn't be the hero, I wasn't prepared for such a test
Forgive me, if instead of relieving, I may have added more stress
It's been over a year since we legally separated
It was a weird feeling to be both relieved and devastated
But I didn't write this to reminisce, or turn back time
It wasn't to incite anger or to have lines to rhyme
It's to tell you that I hope in the near future you'll find
A man who knows much more about love than you or I
One who isn't afraid to go to God when things aren't going right
One that will motivate love more than incite you to fight
A man who's willing to love you beyond what the eyes can see
That through love, you
Sincerest Hope (Poem)Sincerest Hope (Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not looking for sobs, I'm not looking for tears
I'm praying that you'd want to transform the rest of your years
That you'd make that decision that would deliver you from all of your fears
And that all the confusion in your mind would be finally cleared
It's been so long, but I'm still here
Praying and believing that you'll let God near
That one day I'd wake up to the sound of music in my ear
Hearing your voice worship, singing, how Jesus changed your life after so many years
I'd often ask my self Why is this so important?
Why not give up the hope and just ignore it?
Why feel discouraged when I hear you're still exploring?
Frustrated when I see your so close to exploding
I realized it's not because I'm still tied down to you
Not because I can't forget the time I spent with you
It's not because my heart still belongs to you
It's simply because I may have never found Him myself, if it weren't for you
You're beautiful, you're gorgeous, yes that's all true
But what does it matter, when
Best Friend (Poem)Best Friend (Poem) in Free Verse More Like This
It's easy to get lost in a thought
Especially those that with you I walk
As I stroll from block to block
As I open my heart and begin to talk
Never have I met someone as attentive as you
As honest, compassionate, and worthy as you
With the right to judge but with a heart to forgive
There is no better example as to how one should live
I can look to the stars and find motivation
each one a reminder of a promise you've given to all nations
I look into your word for my inspiration
There one can find a solution to the hopeless desperation
As the seasons change so will my afflictions disappear
As change is always constant year after year
I close my eyes in peace as I feel you are near
You come beside me as you whisper in my ear
"All is well my son I am right here
I will keep you safe so do not fear
I am proud of you I rejoice in your faith
I will bless you and all that live in this place
Now sleep my son and know you're under my grace
All that from you, the enemy has stolen and taken away
When We Were Younggrass was greener and skies were bluerWhen We Were Young in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when we were young
days seemed longer and nights were sweeter
when we were young
everything new and everyday thrills
when we were young
enchanted views and babbling rills
when we were young
vigorous hikes and bicycle runs
when we were young
painting the town and fun in the sun
when we were young
babies were held and diapers were changed
when we were young
me clowning 'round and her acting strange
when we were young
loving till dawn and snuggling till noon
when we were young
wishing for happy and needing more room
when we were young
Oh, to turn back the clock and be young again
now that we're old...
Bedtime StoryBedtime Story in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My life's been full of such happy things,
kisses and hugs and cute puppies.
Lizards and gerbils and things with wings,
small fishbowls with tiny guppies.
But what I still treasure most of all,
was bedtime stories with grandpa.
We'd read about creatures ten feet tall,
morphing into somebody's grandma!
My night-times were always exciting,
new worlds to explore, me and him.
The wonders of life so inviting,
sometimes we'd read two on a whim.
My time with my grandpa was fleeting,
I find myself musing 'bout him.
He taught me the true love of reading,
a love that will never grow dim.
Fly Me To The MoonFly Me To The Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullaby
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolic on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
We'll run with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide and
EtherealEthereal in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Motionless skies and meat-filled pies
oceans that are red with blood
trees without leaves and beds of lies
survivors of the global flood
Celestial light-bearing suns
spirits that sail through the void
Tartarus binds the misled ones
prospects for their future destroyed
Days of reckoning now nearing
yea, a dearth of goodness prevails
the endless abyss they are fearing
it hungers for the prey it jails
Heavenly and earthly delight
beauty and kindness to follow
endless bliss, forever in sight
promises certain, not hollow
Lamb of GodLamb of God in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh Immanuel from heaven
Thy God's name is in thy name
The spirits of Jah are seven
His Word spreads abroad thy fame
Like manna sent for His nation
True bread came down from above
The Logos brings mankind salvation
Thou hast sent as proof thy dove
The warrior king takes his station
Jah's angels are at his side
At the judgment of Armageddon
God's lamb will now soon preside
A thousand years of true justice
A thousand years of real peace
A thousand years of sure bliss
Righteousness on the increase
The Vindication now complete
Sanctification of the NAME
Thy faithfulness stands replete
Forever wilt Thou remain
* FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THE LAMB OF GOD, PLEASE CLICK HERE:
Odie for President!Odie for President! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"My fellow Americans:
It has come to my attention,
(that is to say)
we're gathered at this convention,
to secure an explanation,
for the current mass vexation,
that is plaguing our great nation!
Odie, now look what you've done!
You've gone and spoiled our fun.
Forgot that you're just a toon?
You sound like a mad raving loon!
Hey Garfield, we need your help!
Odie's done more than just yelp.
Please bring him back down to earth.
(A swift kick will show him his worth).
Then again, maybe he's right.
A dog just might solve our plight.
Lord knows we've nothing to lose.
One more for the people to choose.
It's Odie for prez, let us pray.
We'll mark off a new holiday!
Tea party - look out! You're done.
It's "Odie time" under the sun!
Beatles Tribute PoemBeatles Tribute Poem in Free Verse More Like This
*****50TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL*****
(audio version link below)
It's been a hard day's night, my love.
Tonight, I want to hold your hand and draw you close to me.
Love, love me do, for though tired, I feel fine.
And here's a rose, from me to you, dear one.
At times I've doubted your love, but all my friends keep
telling me: "She loves you man, it's evident in the way
she looks at you." Yet, like some delusional day tripper, I
sometimes feel as though I should just let it be and
go my way. Oh, I've tried to woo you with gifts to express my love.
In the end, I've learned a simple truth: I can't buy me love.
No, I could work eight days a week and still never give to
you what you truly deserve; the best of everything!
There have been times when I've felt I should quit this mundane
job, maybe become a paperback writer. But then, no, or
perhaps make a living by the sea, sailing to the ocean depths in a
Look...and see!the sun setting in the westLook...and see! in Free Verse More Like This
a rainbow after a storm
the forest at dawn
the starry heavens
your child's eyes
daddy's blue sweater
momma's warm smile
the pink of the flamingo
the mane of the lion
the neck of the giraffe
the geese in flight
the words of a psalmist
the wisdom of the king
the beauty of a prayer
the sermon on the mount
"With eyes opened wide we can see so much,
but will we ever learn?
There's more to sight than what we can touch;
the Spirit - who can discern?"
Is This World Coming To An End?Is This World Coming To An End? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bitter dreams of bitter things, future's end is near.
Prophets chant and angels weep, many live in fear.
Nations balk at Christ the king, many curse his name.
Father, Son, and holy ones, frequently defamed.
Darkened skies obscure the sun, moon becomes blood-red.
Starlit nights no longer seen, gloom appears instead.
Behold the judgment from of old, no place left to hide.
Will I live or will I die, must I take a side?
Tribulation approaches, religion's fate is sealed.
Commercialism's failure, forever now unveiled.
Politician's promises, liars without remorse.
Entertainment's values, follow the trendy course.
Satan's world is declining, demons bewail their doom.
The dark abyss is waiting, spacious her inner rooms.
Millennial rule shall follow, one thousand years of bliss.
Bow to earth's anointed king, receive him with a holy kiss.
*For a full discussion of this important subject, please see
my latest journal entry submitted on 10/7/13.
Humpty Dumpty (The Conspiracy)"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty (The Conspiracy) in Short Stories More Like This
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again"
at least that's been the prevailing theory...
The name's Dumpty. As in Sam Dumpty. Formerly know as little brother to the now dearly departed (God rest his yolk) Humpty.
This is my story. It was a conspiracy, plain and simple. See, my brother married a gal named Sally, heretofore known as Sally Bodacious. She was a classy dame, with eyes that could burn right through ya and curves in all the right places, if ya know what I mean. Never could understand what she saw in my brother. Except that he had money, and lots of it. Everyone knew that the king had eyes for Sally. The way I see it, the king and Sally set the whole thing up. The king told Humpty he'd make him a knight. All he had to do was sit on a wall. Now everyone knows that the top of a wall is no place for