The Devout, The Divine, The Deceased
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
The Book of Excerpts: Re-ReformationThe Book of Excerpts: Re-Reformation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is this delusion before me?
This dreadful illusion that I do now see?
I fear such terror from the powers that be...
Those angels above, those demons below.
The Horsemen to come reap and to sew.
I see the once powerful flock, now come so low.
God how I pray this to be but a phase,
To leave this to past and within a haze.
Bring us out of this horrid maze!
Your people stand divided, stumbling forward
To a future cloudy and grim, blinded yet onward.
Power drunken fools,ignorant to your true word.
Give me this life's chance to make due change,
To adjust and assist in this time so strange...
This time in which we must to our ways estrange.
Father, I swear to you, that with my power,
Until my last breath and final hour,
I will restore you and never once cower.
With so many that believe not,
Who never found the proof they ever sought,
I will do what I may, as if never have I fought.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation. in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
Made of What We Are.Made of What We Are. in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
Creed of the PatronsCreed of the Patrons in Free Verse More Like This
Meet me where the Gates of Hell should one day fall,
In inspirational vengeance taken upon the dark past of man.
For we are the Left Hand of God,
and we shall fear no evil.
I, a mortal soul, take risk by my very faith,
until seen worthy by the Angelic Host.
For them, I do so adore, that through Grace does my mortal heart,
beat, and my panting lungs breathe.
My faith goes with glory in The Messengers arms to
He upon the Throne of the Trinity.
What I endure grasps attention, yet what I seek out discovers curiosity
within even the Voice of God.
May my every action be a thorn in the side of the enemy's throat,
for he wears a collar of them...
choking tighter with the passing time
as my Savior draws ever closer.
I sacrifice what my sins in three may be in order
to restore a piece of worth to my soul,
for though Grace has found me,
humility is the essence of my being.
My body, mind, and soul are of course my own,
yet are a temple that for the Heavenly Host I protect,
condition, and use in Hi
The Journey of a Thousand MilesThe Journey of a Thousand Miles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Lead us on to insomnia's end, Where solitude awaits our weary hearts.
The sustenance required to our souls lies
there in the arms of patience.
Assist us in our wake as prayer affects not our tired limbs upon this journey. These two of your flock die not, as time heals, yet the end of this is welcome. We beg of thee, calling out to the silence into
to which our faith is placed.
The path is dark with black fog of this nocturnal threat. Bring to us, light. As it is now that our dreams are what wither with time, even as they heal. Our exhaustion is only diverted for a short time
by the bond between us.
Pray we that our cries are heard, echoing through the confines to Heaven.
Let not a limit come from malicious source,
to this our angelic breed of passion."
"Right is my love as he suffers my pain by connection, yet where we go, we go together.
Though distance dwindles the pleasure,
the connection has only become longer.
Much I have to say before our Lord in regards to these two hea
Right Away I Write AwayRight Away I Write Away in Free Verse More Like This
To my one and only, the beloved whom my heart favors...
For my all & every
The true love my soul has at last found.
I continue onward, producing letters
To grow into words,Words that still yet
lack ability to describe this, our love.
Though my mind works with vigor,
through day until night,
Evermore to the dying beat of my heart.
Remolded have I been,
and forever grasped...
By a bond beyond unbreakable.
The Heart that drums away the beat in hopes
of reaching the ears of some muse...
In hopes of fabricating my rapture...
Right away I write away,
direct from my inner most being,
Out poured to pages for the eyes of my angel.
Reflective ArgumentReflective Argument in Free Verse More Like This
Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
whose names are covered over with genius.
Ignorance is fear, the blood that flows,
will bleed out to write your part of history...
yet what of history do you truly know,
repeated by basic word of mouth...?
Not a thing...
Only Time Will TellOnly Time Will Tell in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only time will tell the stories which believe.
The marks of the bottom line are where fate deceive.
The script written as a preemptive strike,
Never read over, improve prevents the rewrite.
Where is she with her smile t light the way through this maze?
Back home, going through her own, counting the days.
With Him above and he below,
My fear to every stepping stone I do bestow.
Only time will tell the stories that I believe!
Only within this fallacy does faith in me not leave.
I beg, I beseech, I plead, I pray for my endless prayer to be heard.
Lest apathy overtakes me without a care...without a word.
The marks on the bottom line are where fate deceive...
So only time will tell me the stories which I believe.
A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
The Long Waged WarLet out your angerThe Long Waged War in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let out your rage
Put up your fists
You've got a war to wage
Hatred is the key
To winning this war
And those you abhor
Ignore the burns
Ignore the black and blue
Just smash down the walls
Break right through
For your enemy is gracious
He accepts death with open arms
And never would he ever
Bring you any harm
He loves you dearly
For you he would die
He'd never ask twice
Wouldn't blink an eye
So don't shed a tear
He won't die in vain
When you stab his chest
He won't feel any pain
Only love for his beloved
Which is you, my dear
Too late to cower
Too late to fear
March right in
And claim your right
But instead kneel down
At the glory of his light
He is true love and patience
He is peace and kindness
He will touch your eyes
And heal your blindness
Let out your tears
Let go of your rage
For this is a war
You no longer wish to wage
Noctis dreamsShe is ever so silentNoctis dreams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And she never moves
She only wanders in my dreams
Searching for sin to remove
Her wings are like light
In my noctis dreams
They shone like the sun
Her beauty, it gleams
But when I visit her
There in that lonely place
I see no sign of movement
Not even a trace
There she rests
For all eternity
She is stone and cold
Practicing perfect taciturnity
Memento Mori IIIt doth not matter how hard you tryMemento Mori II in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember your mortality
Remember you will die
No matter how much love is in your breast
Or how much jealousy is in your eyes
Every man will go to his eternal rest
(No matter how hard he tries.)
The future holds one fate
No matter the tears you cry
You shouldn't even try
For it doth not matter how hard you try
Remember your mortality
Remember you will die
I'm Only HumanI'm only humanI'm Only Human in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I make mistakes
Yet I'm always trying
To save some face
I'm only human
I lie and I cheat
Yet I will never
I'm only human
I whine and I cry
But it doesn't mean
That I won't try
I'm only human
I make mistakes
But I give it my all
No matter what it takes
lost in paradisean angel, a demonlost in paradise in Free Verse More Like This
aching in the midnight sky-
cracked bones drift in a loose suspension
of haunted thoughts in empty halls,
scattered throughout with snowflakes,
light with deception
Battle scars roam across her pale canvas,
illustrating the path travelled with blind direction
Her eyes betray the lie within
that cruel wanting-
she's lost in paradise
thirteen cimmerian avenuetake a glimpse, take a peekthirteen cimmerian avenue in Free Verse More Like This
down this path so oblique
come, take a step
take a walk with me
and enjoy the scenery
beautiful isn't it?
Open your eyes; see the lies muttered
by those who do not understand
our love for the things they banned from the light,
the ever accursed blight they seek to smite
There is nothing to fear!
Here, there lies a beauty beneath the surface
a twisted sense of bliss- just take a step
into the grey mist
let this world envelop you with its dark kiss
My Little GypsyWhen they met she was fifteenMy Little Gypsy in Short Stories More Like This
Like a black rose blooming wild
And she already knew she was gonna die
I find myself sitting in a church all of a sudden. I find it odd, since I'm not religious. I don't ponder the oddity of my current situation long, because you sidle into the bench and come and sit next to me. I blink.
You... you're.... you're... here....
I stare at you in disbelief. But I can't hope. I'm seeing things. I must be.... I shake my head and rub my eyes, but when I reopen them, you're still there, charming smile and everything.
"How did you... How... How are you..." I begin to say, incredulous.
"Shh love," you say and pull me into you. Your body is warm. It's real...
My head rests on your chest, rising and falling with each steady breath you take. It makes me feel safe, secure.
I look up at you, into your piercing green eyes. As impossible as the situation seems to be, I don't ask questions. Having you here, with me, it's all I could ever ask for. It's
feverflashing orbital lightsfever in Free Verse More Like This
a synthetic silver sun incubating
those flea-infested eggs laid quite eagerly-
that hatch into green silk, wrapped in crystal diamonds
- the promised prize to be claimed
the fever settles like vultures on a carcass
oblivious, you strut down a glowing red carpet
that seeps with the blood of passion
- the promised price to be paid
acida breath of tragedyacid in Free Verse More Like This
breezed through his humanity
mental scars bleeding with persistence
he dipped the blade
into the white powder of his existence
a fantasy unravelled before his eyes
bright lights and colours swirled around him
distorted faces taunted his demise
black flames erupted around his creation
and familiar words faded into view
"welcome to lucifer's nation"
eat me, drink me"She's been forecast with the attempt to kill herself, but the ending didn't test well."eat me, drink me in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ceiling is bare, devoid of detail- a grim reflection of the whitewashed wasteland of my life.
"This is only a game," you'd whispered, "only a game."
"I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame..." My reply was swallowed by the silence that engulfed the night.
That was then... And what a wicked game you played...
Now, the ceiling seems to swallow my existence as I stare into it's shallow depths. The stench of your absence gnaws at my mind, boring it's way into the very core of my being, until I'm sick for want of you. Everywhere I turn, that monster named Loneliness holds his arms outstretched for an embrace. I turn and turn and turn, putting up with my wishing hell, until at last, out of desperation I cast myself down the pissing well.
Hate, hate, hate.
Like a cat kneading it's blanket, harsh metal claws knead my milk white skin. Droplets of crimson sin st
marionetteShe sat on the bench, watching people come and go. It was her favourite thing to do- observe. She loved her ability to blend into the background, unnoticed, almost invisible. She could spend hours like this, just watching Watching as people trailed past her, their lives in tow. She often wondered where they were going to, who they were going to and what they were leaving behind. She'd dream up stories for them, painting tragic stories of romance. Her canvas consisted of Tears, Heartache, Loss, Desperation and Apologies.marionette in Short Stories More Like This
She always painted these macabre pictures for these passers-by- it made her own life seem so much better and simpler than it was. She didn't feel so bad about it then.
She also often wondered whether there is a god, someone who could dictate people's lives like they were his puppets and he the puppet master, pulling their strings to his every whim.
Maybe there is a god, just not in the sense humanity believed him to be in.
She'd known him, he who cou
daughter of Gaiatrees of iron and steel surround medaughter of Gaia in Free Verse More Like This
stretching high into the sky, stealing my oxygen
their metal breath poisons my lungs
i long for the feeling of the wind on my skin
the soft rustle of grass when Aeolus strolls through
gold-touched plains, Apollo's last caress lingering
on the tips of the honey-coloured grass
and the air heavy with the sweet scent of peace and quiet
i yearn for the sound of river-water gently rippling
over soft soil, nourishing life as it passes by
Gaia's laugh echoing through the quiet air
i ache for those ancient pine trees
to replace those poisonous steel ones
their sweet heady scent to caress my lungs
and for mountains to stretch into the blue horizon
i long for my spirit to run free once more
dancing and turning to Pan's mesmerising melodies-
wild, yet at perfect ease
in the embrace of the Earth Mother
hate in your eyesblack embers smoulderhate in your eyes in Free Verse More Like This
behind the dark windows of your soul
now, upon the sight of the accursed blight
they roar to life
sulphurous fumes seep from your skin
the flames in your veins dance lividly
to the absence of trust and love
and venomous thoughts spell
the clarity of hate in your eyes
under lock and keya delicate little puzzle you areunder lock and key in Free Verse More Like This
tentatively offering pieces of yourself
so that I might join them all together
to create the complete picture
yet I cling selfishly to my own pieces
keeping them under lock and key
like precious dragon's treasure
refusing my puzzle to be built
lest you wantonly discard that which I offer you
- my precious humanity
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
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:Are We Not Free? in Free Verse More Like This
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
Hunting the WitchHunting the Witch:Hunting the Witch in Free Verse More Like This
I tracked her down to a squalid cave
Where the entrance smelled of rotting flesh.
Putrid and vile, bloated with maggots;
It stung the nose with every breath.
I avoided choking and steeled my will
For the mouth was a facade to deter the weak.
But the inside was opulent, rich and vibrant;
It matched the prey which I had to seek...
She sat in the center, confident and calm
Displayed on a throne of solid gold.
She wore a dress of beautiful silk
Red in colour, and very bold...
Her scent reminded me of gentle flowers
It soothed the soul to behold this sight.
She appeared in the form of an ancient goddess;
Bathed in a pillar of mystical light...
Do you like what you see, my dearest hunter?
She cooed in musical twit.
I'm afraid I do, my fairest lady
I'll admit that I liked her a bit.
She smiled and stood from her golden throne;
Coming close without a hint of fear...
She licked her lips and smiled at me
Shall I please you now my dear?
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:Words for the Young Bloods in Free Verse More Like This
To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.
You ready? Because we're going at it hard:
See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.
We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ain't never cut.
The young bloods be the first to get their letter up.
I say the system ain't shit and we all got it wrong,
The old mothers are just stayin' in for way too long.
I say we cut them from the system that they fucked up,
And let the young bloods take it; we'll just fix it up.
They set the game, but we're the ones playin' main;
I guess t
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,Little Soldier Boy in Free Verse More Like This
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
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
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 15~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~summer approaches~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 15 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Konan was not about to let another wedding slip through her fingers, and quickly planned the entire service. There were a few objections here and there (like putting Deidara and Itachi in dresses to compensate for the lack of bridesmaids) but they were quickly extinguished. After all, no one was foolish enough to argue with a pregnant Konan.
Everything was planned out perfectly, and things were going quite well. Until it came time to exchange vows
Father Patrick was standing above the two schizos. Do you, Zetsu, take Tayna-
Hey, why are you asking him first?! Because thats tradition. ITS SEXISM!
Tanya, be quiet! This is how its always been!
I dont care! Sorry, please continue.
Erm, to be your lawfully wedded wife, together in marriage? To love, comfort, honor, and keep her for better or worse-
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10b~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere over the Indian Ocean~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10b in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zetsu, I want the window.
Shut the hell up! Its Tanyas turn. And the bitch can have it as long as she wants!
Dont call me a bitch, asshole! Thats very kind of you, Zetsu. But make the kid shut up!
Tobi, be a good boy and settle down. Or Ill eat your peanuts!
The boys eyes widened behind his mask, and he began repeatedly jabbing the call button above his head. A very tired-looking stewardess walked up. What is it this time? she asked, eye twitching.
Hes threatening to steal my peanuts! Tobi cried, pointing an accusing finger at Zetsu.
Over my dead body! Zetsu wont steal your peanuts, Tobi. Tanya looked at the woman in the aisle. But may we please have some more? Before I have to get up and take them by force. The woman nodded nervously
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 13~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~days pass~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 13 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hidan, get up.
Because we have to pick up Sasori and Deidara at the airport.
Jashin dammit .
Hidan tightened his grip around Kakuzus torso. No, dammit.
Kakuzu groaned inwardly; damn, he was too tired for this! He looked down at his boyfriend, trying to figure out the best way to get him up. He traced his eyes over Hidans hair his face .his shoulders
Ok, evil plan formed.
OWW! Kakuzu, what the hell?! the banker smirked and removed his teeth from Hidans bleeding shoulder. Good, youre awake. Now get up.
Admit it, you liked it.
I hate you.
Damn, they certainly m
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 7Kakuzu was determined to find out where Hidan lived, or at least why he wouldnt let the banker walk him home. His chance came one day when the Jashinist skipped school, leaving Kakuzu free to interrogate the other Akatsuki members.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
He brought it up at lunch. Hey, any of you guys know where Hidan lives? Better to just be straightforward about it.
Hmm? Why are you asking? Sasori answered, raising a brow.
Well, I tried to walk him home the other night, but he flat out refused. Bastard even kicked me in the stomach.
Thats just Hidan being a bastard, un, Deidara called out, showering food crumbs on the unfortunates sitting below him.
How many times must I tell you, dont talk with you mouth full, brat!
Yes Sasori danna.
Dont push it; if Hidan doesnt want you to go to his home, theres probably a reason for it, Itachi stated. He and Kisame were sitting next to each other in t
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 3Akatsuki headquarters. Kakuzu repeated.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hidan nodded. Were called the Akatsuki, and we hang out here. That makes this our headquarters, asshole. He stepped inside. Hurry up. Kakuzu sighed and followed the silver haired teen inside.
The apartment wasnt much bigger than his own; it had a kitchen and a living room, separated by a three foot tall wall so you could look into the next room. There were two doors built into the right hand wall; the banker assumed they led to bedrooms. There was no dining room; only a table pressed against the mini-wall on the living room side.
The living room held two overstuffed chairs, a couch, and a few bean bags. Sasori and Deidara were flopped down onto the bean bags, arguing about (what else?) their art; Hidan was sprawled out on the couch, talking with an auburn-haired man with several facial piercings, and Kisame and Itachi were sitting in one of the chairs, talking. Kakuzu stood just outside the living r
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 4After his first few weeks, Kakuzu couldnt imagine his life without the Akatsuki. They were his friends, partners in crime, everything. He still didnt know too much about their backgrounds, but that was fine with him. After all, from what he could tell, they didnt have too many problems.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
That delusion was shattered one day after school.
The Akatsuki were walking out of the building, heading towards the base. Suddenly, Deidara turned on a street corner, going off down a road Kakuzu hadnt been on. Deidara, where are you going? he called.
Deidara stopped and turned, giving him a half-hearted smile. My dad wanted me home early, un.
The banker felt the atmosphere instantly shift. Deidara, you dont have to go, Itachi stated.
Yeah, just come with us, Hidan called in an almost pleading voice. Kakuzu raised a brow. What was going on?
Itll be fine, Deidara replied, giving the entire group his fake grin
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 5~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time passes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Danna, Im hungry, un! Deidara whined, hovering over the red head.
Alright, alright, just hold on! You should be grateful I even bring you food, brat, Sasori muttered as he dug through his bag. Here, now eat it and shut up. Deidara smiled and snatched the food, accidentally knocking over Sasoris bag and spilling its contents onto the ground. Watch it, brat! the red head glared.
Kakuzu noticed a blue doll and picked it up out of sheer curiosity. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a small Kisame puppet. Sasori, why do you have a marionette of Kisame?
Hidans face lit up. Oh yeah, he hasnt seen em yet! Youll get one hell of a laugh outta this, Kakuzu. He grabbed the bag and turned it upside-down, dumping all the items within onto the ground.
Kakuzus eyes widened as he saw the miniature Akatsuki puppets.
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time goes on~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Hidan groaned and buried his face against Kakuzus chest. Kuzu, he groaned. The banker reached over his partner and shut off the clock, before returning his arm to its previous position around Hidans waist. We need to get up.
The banker sighed. Why did Hidan have to be so difficult? Hidan, we have to get up now. I set the alarm late to let you sleep longer. Now get moving.
The Jashinist growled and wrapped his arms around his partner. I dont wanna, dammit.
Kakuzu sat up, dragging his boyfriend with him. Now I know how Itachi feels about Kisame. Hidan, get up or else.
Or else what, dumbass?
Hidan, do you know what floor were on?
The third floor, dumbass. Why?
Ten seconds later Hidan was dangling outside the window by his foot, which Kakuzu was holding in one hand. You awak
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10Aww Hidan, you broke my phone! Kisame whined, picking up the poor electronic.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as your Jashin damned phone becomes our damn priority, Ill let you know, Hidan growled. Kakuzu carefully picked up Deidara. Come on, we need to get him back home. The others nodded, and the group began walking back to the apartment. Once they arrived they immediately set Deidara on the couch. Kakuzu had the most medical knowledge next to the absent red head, and quickly looked Deidara over. Hes fine. Hell just need some rest.
There was peace for all of ten minutes before Konan and Itachi walked inside, looking extremely distressed. Konan saw Deidara and screamed, running over to the couch and squeezing the blonde tightly to her chest. Oh thank god youre ok Deidara! she cried, tears dripping down her face.
Kisame looked at Itachi. Wheres Sasori?
He ran off when we got the call. The signal was pre
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 8~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~three months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Hidan was wondering if Jashin would accept that damnable alarm clock as a sacrifice. He reached out to smash it. As usual. Kakuzus hand reached over his and shut it off, pulling his hand away from the poor defenseless clock. As usual.
Hidan, we have to get up for school. The Jashinist groaned and buried himself under the covers. Hidan, come on. Wasted time is wasted money.
I dont give a damn, Im skipping today. Let me sleep, dumbass. Hidan groaned again as he felt the covers yanked off of him. No youre not. Now get up.
Or what? he regretted asking that instantly.
Kakuzu walked over to the bed, picked up the smaller teen like a sack of rocks, and walked into the bathroom. He carelessly threw the silver haired teen into the shower, and turned the water on full blast.
AAAAAAHHH!! JASHIN DAMMIT, THATS COLD!
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.
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,
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.
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
Leap of FaithCan I dare, oh Lord, can ILeap of Faith in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
to take Thy loving grace by word,
believing that, despite my sin
still Thou wilt cleanse me deep within,
not leave a single prayer unheard
and call me still, to do Thy work?
Can I dare, oh Lord, can I
to make that daring leap of faith,
accepting that Thou diedst for me
and nothing can part me from Thee
that I, e'en I, can have Thy grace
and go out still, to do Thy work?
I will dare, oh Lord, I will
and reach in faith now for Thy Hand,
believe Thou turnst me not away,
but savest me from where I've strayed
and leadest me on to the land
where I may serve Thee, in Thy work.
Philipp's Daughters: EmancipationI may be a woman,Philipp's Daughters: Emancipation in Free Verse More Like This
but that does not decide my fate -
for the Spirit of God
has set me free.
No longer bound
to hearth and home,
no longer is marriage
the sole option for me,
no longer my purpose
child-bearing alone -
for the Spirit of God
has chosen me.
I will not be silenced
or voiceless anymore:
I have a message from God.
I will not be second-class,
worthless or ignored:
for I am a daughter of God.
In Him there is no woman,
in Him there is no man,
no servant or free,
no Jew or Greek,
but all one in Christ
and Christ in us.
I may be a woman
but that makes me no less
in the eyes of the Lord.
I may be a woman
but that will not keep me
from preaching His Word
of salvation for all -
for the Spirit of God
is working in me.
UrgencyWe escape heartache,Urgency in Free Verse More Like This
we flee from pain.
We'd rather rationalise,
we'd rather not be moved,
but stay here comfortably,
close our eyes so we won't see
that truth which would force us
is our disease,
paralysing, holding, binding,
shutting our mouths,
our eyes blinding -
we don't want the truth,
because the truth hurts too much
and we don't want to hurt.
Whoever does not
have the Son of God
does not have life.
give me pain.
Let me hurt for the lost,
like you hurt for them
and bled and died
rather than ignore the pain.
Give me urgency
for this great emergency;
wake me from complacency.
Wake me up.
Let these blind eyes see
the need around me.
Let these lame feet walk
to where you take me.
Let these dumb lips speak
and share the news
that all must hear.
Let this cold heart yearn
for their salvation,
the salvation that
you died to give.
Tamar: Think AgainYou call me a whoreTamar: Think Again in Free Verse More Like This
but what are you?
Why must it be the woman
who takes all the blame?
You can say I seduced you -
who forced you to give in?
Who asked me to bed?
It wasn't me.
You call me a whore
but what are you?
Why does the man
always get away?
You suffer no consequences -
I have to bear them all:
scorn, hatred, death penalty
and the child you gave to me.
You call me a whore
but what are you?
Don't you know it takes two?
It's always all right
for you to do -
have you never thought
what your actions might mean?
You call me a whore.
For it was you
who made me one.
It is not I,
it is you who must change.