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when i die i want to come back as a dog.    i want to come into this earth as a minuscule being, crammed in tight quarters, unsure of what to think. 
 Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,and sleeps with us through the night,Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,silent screams that no one can hear,feeling of relentless distress,
Love is a thing that can easily be taken for granted, how did I become so comfortable with it, not putting any effort in the tasks you requested of me?
Why must I lose everything I own?
Why must I lose everything I own?
I came into existence, naked yet clothedwith innocence and unaware,bathed with my mother’s blood,old folks heard me cry and were so glad.I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
One of the beautiful things about nature, is that nothing feels as if it were looking down on me, passing judgement. It stands with me by my side. An oak trees wisdom is that it is still and embraces me without having eyes or any of the senses.
Do I take a part in the nations affairs or let it drop on Atlases feet? The television always makes it seem
Despite some of the formalities of the Catholic mass at St Michaels, my experience did not feel in vain.
A mass was said for us in Ireland, by request of my grandmother's sister, or my mom's aunt Nora.
It's one thing to discern the times it's another to know ourselves.
The Christianity of Constantine is the form of Christianity I despise. It is the Christianity that gets tangled up in political affairs. It is the Christianity that asserts it's power over others sometimes through violence.
These dehumanized bureaucracies which compose everyday life , these system of organs devoid of a soul Not caring if we have names or separate goals to pursue School, work, food pantry
If we follow some of our base instincts We may also be opening the door to a whole realm of unwelcome spirits And to energies we are unprepared to deal with in our lives. To pursue life
Our fight for immortality on this earth can be seen in the botching of our faces All painted disguises to conceal our aging bodies. Our imitation of wealth, like the bourbon kings of the ancien regime
We overspeak when we're anxious. That makes sense now to me. I wonder why you always have so much energy, when I feel as weighty as a log of wood. It makes sense why you feel better by writing lists and
We exert ourselves at work beyond the established laws of nature. As I go in everyday to work, I can't help feeling that their expectations of me are the same of a soldier in combat.
Seeing Nature acknowledge me through a kingfishers eyes Warming around a bird nest of mockingbird fledglings When I stare at them from outside a window, does what dipping fingers in a
I wish at times things stopped accelerating and stopped moving, the hundreds of Babel's being raised to the sky. The global economy shut down for a day at least
People are looking for meaning in their life They are looking to reconnect with themselves in some way that reminds them of who they are The search for self lost in this consumer driven
I have collected church pamphlets in the past They sit wedged in between some of my books. They have a seductiveness to me.
A wave of calm passes over me In this stillness, I have no expectations of myself or of the world. I am small and just a passing visitor on this planet Tomorrow may bring me back
The Cathedral is beautiful when it's empty without priests or layperson's to give mass It becomes a part of nature, the perch for a starling. As I walk around it, I get to make of it what
Mine Eyes     Mine eyes are weak, as frail as my aging human body;
I know not where! I know not why! I am always running, running from myself.  
Listening to the wind blow the leaves like silk in the night, I look to the heavens for a sign to fight the day that I carry with a slight smile; I feel the pressure rising without a solution so, I call on my ancestors knowing I will not get a sho
My eyes search for the faithful; they surround me with love and comfort
Remove yourself from the vanity of your life; create friendships - the bonding of lives,
She smiles at the sun Taking in its rays with joy She rejoices in its light Dances in its presence  And admires its everlasting beauty 
I am a warrior. A warrior of blood and bone. A warrior of heart and tears. A warrior. A warrior who cries so many tears that she competes with rivers.
  Gracious God, hidden yet so near; Your work is within us, holding our hands, our hearts
  I wrestle with myself in the wilds of my mind, struggling with mundane matters; but God lifts me from these depths
To love God, I must be weak. I must be ready; I must be holy. To love God, I must be good to the poor.
  Imagine a space, that - between us; with God’s presence, our gatherings are blessed. With God,
My child, let your life come into the world of darknesslike a spark of light, without flicker and pure,and thank them in silence. You know, my child, they are cruel in their greed and envy,
  God’s intimacy with man restores life, brings gladness, relieves grief, suffering, brightens our hearts.
“Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good, Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.”  - attributed to Teresa of Avila   Yours are the hands
The second of three poems in a final project assigned during the ELA 12 poetry unit. Beginning stanza, quoted, belongs to "Spring Drawing 2" by Robert Hass;
I might be wrong in thinking That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms Dark wombs Even darker tombs sinking further down to a heated core, a hellish home My body, at last.
Tested and tried and discouraged, I dried my cheeks with my head hanging low. I manifested a truth, blessed with courage, i died in defeat, then my corpse began to grow.
In life there are moments where it can bring you in the need to scream your pain existence. The fire in you the passion that generates you gets tested The rug gets pulled from underneath and all you have left is yourself.
lover come lay with me leave marks of your presence where i am weakest let me sooth your grey moods and caress your blue body with the pretty white things on your bronze skin
Yer touch upon my brow, so kind and tentativeall those days under the warmth of the sun. I felt the scorching sand between my toes,and I knew yer energy then, and I hid.How good are ya oh holy Set, the deity of We,
God is the Judge and the Angels are the Jury. The Church is the Defendant and Satan is the Prosecutor.  Jesus is the Attorney for the accused and the bailiff over Satan.
I see you on my timeline And I don’t know what to say I see your statuses Talking disrespectful everyday Your pictures are provocative Your attitude is something else It seems like you’re lost
Dear God: Why was I born with a heart condition? Why did you let my parents’ divorce when I was at the ripe age of two? Why did you allow me to trust so much that I was easily misled as a child?
Here it goes My name has been called No, not by my pessimistic professors, Not by my mother’s irritation. It’s being called by a higher being You see, I am but a small piece
Today, during a time of quiet contemplation I recall three simple metaphors, which came from my reading- from various books on spirituality, philosophy. And now,
Everyone we've ever known and all those things we cherish like summer's rain beneath the sun in God's good time will perish. Things material or tangible, soon slip away or end. Possession's an illusion
Zibit  We the capital, spell it in letters with all caps Not a felon and making treasure in our crap, Harder melanin skin our texture is hard glass, Watermelonin' your head combatants with artifacts 
In all your endeavors, in all that you do always remember- God's love for you. Though situations may be painful and cause you to grieve, simply stand firm and always believe.
The ignorant, the critics say, that I worship poetry as if were religion- my god, I say, not God but a divine gift certainly, like nature friendship good health.
Commonplace themes though not necessarily cliche they've held their significance through time... For the artist, creative minds, these are old standards, reliable touchstones
Unequivocal contentedness.    A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search for philosophical soundness within one's soul.   Branches so perfectly placed the seem to represent a geometric phenomenon.
Who doesn't want a storybook life? Just write it all in and cut out the strife Who said that you can't write your own story Like a Disney hero you can rise to glory No such thing as fate no such thing as a curse
I told you no. I was already in control. Smoked a little grass here and there, and when that pain came I didn't think it was something I couldnt bear.   I told you no.
Many of the experiences that make us grow are uncomfortable Many of them are surely life-changing Some of them are relevations My growth experience, sure, it was painful But it made me accept the pain
Is growing up like graduation, A sudden change, an exclamation? Or is it like radioactive decay, As childhood wastes away?   Whatever the case may be, What it is for you, It will not be for me,
To him these are strange and darker times of anew, akin to the rare viewpoints there can be found a few, whom understand the complexities of humans and emotions, but for some these are hard to handle, it’s a vast ocean,
November 19, 2017, at 1:29 in the morning, my heart was broken and restored, all in the same moment in time. That night is imprinted in my memory, and on my hip, in stark black ink.
You begin to understand the flow a little more as you go  This much I know. Never here nor there, It’s ethereal All around us, in the air.   It’s all around you  There’s no denying it   
Bus people really have a lot of time to think.. Weary, they are always on the brink of knowing what's it's all about. Bumping, heaving,  sleeve-to-sleeving their way to work. Yearning to be back in bed, learning they are spiritually dead.. And all
I have no words to say Let the silence pass me by I meditate and I pray Yet I can't  fathom the one who calls itself I   It's an empty abyss It's a one-way turn  It's a star-kept wish
Walking down a road that parts at every milestone. Not knowing where or even if it ever ends. Taking hints left by the leaves as the wind dances them down a noble path.  
Sitting outisde watching the leaves change colors I contemplate and think about my righteous Savior How He has always been present ready to guide me
so when Geoff sings “here’s to this year I never thought I’d make it through” I put my arms around someone else who did make it & swayed along as the clock swung itself past midnight at the end of December
Even if you think you’ve seen the apex of self-reflection Know that there’s a blind spot of camera, retina, and so is with the brain.  
Never knew what I thought it would be Everything seems unrealistic, is it? A fantasy dream full of promises and perfection
“She is Alive” Time changes again and again The sad sky was about to rain In an irony what we call Life In search of happiness and joy
I was used to the struggle, the suffering, the pain and disappointments that life kicked out. I thought it was expected to feel neglected, rejected and best to just accept it than let hope replace doubt.
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality." -Carl Sagan I was a strict stripling. I stood for the stars and stripes, Be them still or rippling.
I have steeped myself in red wine   Drank from a cup that held stardust, Buried myself in the earth, Let the shore consume me
God, our mother, my mother, When you formed me, incubated me Was I apart of your being did you speak in my voice as I sometimes speak in yours?
how dare women have confidence How dare women enjoy  dominating men in the bed room,  giving an endless faith to Herself. That girl you call easy? She goes home with any guy because
        Dear Depression,   Your waves rushed over me The pain was comparable to the sting of your biggest bee Your words
to the one whom gravity holds tightest to,   you're an aging collection of thin skin and heavy bones known by a name  passed through the lips of few   with ribs housing
Africa sweet Africa my home.Africa my sweet home. My black race I will embraceMy black race I’ll not disgrace.
Nobody is nothing; So long as they exist in the mind of another. It matters not what you think of me; For what you think of me is more than what I think of myself. My purpose is only to exist;
Man made of fire, Passion to fight. Arrow through his heart, Yet he refuses to die. As stubborn as the light in his eyes
I am meA human being, he made me beIn this world I play the game of lifeNot as easy as the board game, but that's alright 
never you never him never her never them no pronouns don't adhere I'm naught here disassociated with this world grown beyond weary of affairs
You are on the Road, the Road gets you to where you need to be. It does not matter how many potholes you hit. It does not matter how narrow the Road appears.
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own. It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word, "For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
The winds of change have blown They enveloped my restless heart They gently whispered in my ears "It's time for a brand new start."   Reluctantly, I tried to listen But in my comfort zone, I stayed
Shout for joy to the Lord, and worship gladly;Come before Him with joyful songs, asserted grandly;We belong to Him, He made us, pasture of the majesty;Enter his gates with thanksgiving, fervent and radically.
Breathin’ in, I know I’m breathin’ in;Breathin out, I know I’m breathin’ out;I do not seek the doubt, I’m freedom bound;But the pain inside’s got me feelin’ down;Please give me the love of Jesus now;
You're down because you've been changing in ways you had never hoped nor planned   The years have gone by and as you look back you scrutinize your mistakes that you can't stand  
In honor of my early morning church seminary class teachers,  Sister Bruce and Sister Freeby Bang! Bang! My alarm clock sings its wordless song,
I greet the day with gratitude laced with longing. This hunger animates my entire being, Sharpening my senses, a new way of seeing. The pursuit of Light is my soul's calling.   I am a Light Huntress.
Quivers overtake me.  My mind can’t seem to slow down - Shut down, after a loaded day of A load of mess A pile of heaviness I tried talking to Mary Jane, because She was slow- paced.
I need someone to hold me, To wrap their arms around me and  Squeeze the sorrow away   But I know I can't have that sometimes, And that's okay; It has to be    Release me from this anger,
  Like pink skies and red oceans, each day is so beautifully enigmatic Mystery and curiosity caress my day in a world so sorrowfully systematic A chance to touch and breathe ease me into sunrise and poetry flow
You and me Climbed together on the mountains To find peace but couldn’t find You and me Flew together up above the blue skies To measure the height of nature But could not measure
“Why don’t people know about this.” I think As my body soars away from my seat I feel as thought I’m filling the space   like water once shaped to the pipes
This poem was written by my best friend, Deland Wheeler. He passed away in a motorcycle accident one month ago, and his mother made me promise that I publish his poetry, so that people will see Deland's inner light. Enjoy!  
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My sun, my moon, my sky.All flow through me like a barren Forrest flooded by a nearby stream. I ask that you flowthrough my being as would a breeze.As tenderly as your accepting warmth, illuminate my body from the inside so that my heart will be f
gun slinger like she flowering, blossiming child of the cedar tree i was -  concious, forming, melting, still converting my sad stagnant, diluted raptured reveries. you see- 
I don't want to stay here. Do not accept where you live. A Home. It's not a home Runaway, they're awaiting you Live, love, and learn Then be happy in return But one place isn't the right time
I stand on red earth I clasp my hands together, Raised up like an Aborigine Proud as a yogi, feeling the intelligence My ancient ways to present, I present to you as my talent
There is a sickness in my stomach that was not there yesterday, It is a turning, churning feeling of what was taken from me, And it doesn’t go away. Every time I think of you it burns.
I'm not perfect but I'm real They tell me how I should feel but what works for you drowns me And what's right for you ain't right for me So just let me do me and I'll let you do you
Society tried to trap me, trick me. Laid out a treacherous trail.  But I'm wiser, I'm learning, on my best days im a man of soul and on my worst, only human, only growing every day
Hidden in plain sight like a lion in the prairie He sees you, yet is not seen He hears you, yet is not heard But by the ears of the spirit  
I was asked recently to demonstrate one of my talents, & Let these written words be my color palette. Contrary to my style, my actions speak lucidly through silence,
Lifeforces Life forces propulsion from one event to the next Lifeforces are hearts energy not written in text Life forces strength from shattered pieces of a dream
all i need is the sky, everything she has--    whispers            dreams everything she gives-- raindrops           color           lights   i thank her with blue passion,
I awake, and the dreams or terrors of the night leave me. You are there to greet me each morning, to assure me of my safety As Your peace fills me. Just as You provide for the animals that live outside the walls of my home
As I shot into eternity, "I" died.  I, who is only familiar to me, obliterated and forgotten.   This was it. This... was.  Bright, forgiving light, showered upon my existence.  Bathed in Glory, I was reborn. 
I have traveled through the deepest parts of my subconscious Ignoring my own ego   I have reached through the scariest parts of my own limbic systems
All I need is magic in the air. The cleansing of rain on my skin, Artemis's moon to remove sin. All I need is magic in the air. The warmth of a crackling fire, Promethius's human desire.
I met an important person who turned my life around,please listen to this amazing discovery I have found. He has educated me in the truth I needed to know,Daily I am guided beside the  paths I ought to go.No matter the circumstances for me He find
See the thing about God is... People You, me, he, she, I, they, we... People love to forget their own purpose. Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
You were right, In the world's eye Sitting at the height until you die.   See livin' breathin' ain't that simple, Nothing like a clanging symbol. You got to make a choice,
Everything has a beginning, a point when the energy starts to course. But all things, good and bad, must at some point reach their demise.   Or so we are told from an early age.
  What possessed you to play? In a world where many straddle between unaffiliated and unbelieving it's the worst time to take on spirits you're not sure you believe in.
it's too much going on i have too many emotions wanna say my thoughts out loud but there's no one here to open up to me it seems like everything is breaking cause i'm looking all around
Looking out of my window adventure is what I seek. Life is outside of this house that encloses me. The birds soar and fly free. Their passionate song inspires me.
I tried to kill myself, Took a bottle of pills. Life is hard, And I was uncapable. But now I know, and now I live   All that we see was once one. The trees and the stars,
drink deep; breathe   peace, hidden, in chaos.   bliss, in terror   there is no limitation, anywhere, that is not self imposed  
Miracles happen every single day, in every single way.  I am no stranger to these miracles, that I have received along the way. I am proud to be strong, passionate, and Pure.
It started with shakes and the violent pounding. The floor boards matching the beat inside my ribcage. Japan was beautiful. And it was the shaking that stirred such a thought.
You rested your head against the mossy tree stump never minding the ache as you sprawled upon the wet grass that dampened your dress and your eyes ate up the stars your fingers outstretched towards the sky, grasping
Patches of Dryness  
If I could wish for somethingIt would be the smile you bringYour smile rises on my lipsMakes the scented flowers Bloom In the backyard of my heartI wish I could touch the scentThat I smelled just now
  I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows.   I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
The Experience of Self              By Andrea Spencer   Silver fingers brushing soft pine’s needles -whose frost scrapes and burns this season- into her human hands.  
These people be looking at me like I'm crazy Like the shit I been doing ain't the right shit maybe Maybe I'm loosing my mind I haven't been feeling right lately Like all these demons inside been tryna step out on me
The spiders tell me fables, and watch my eyes fall to rest The music of the sky lulling me into a resting wake
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world, beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides, what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
I prayed for the patience to wait for you and finally here you stand
When I look in the mirror, I see what I see, my desires have driven me to blind true reality. How can I tell if my soul has progressed?
The Conversation I Will Have With My 8 year-old Son  
  I must let this feeling flow through me Let it flow through my veins and every corner of my body I must let it pierce my psyche This feeling is my daemon This feeling is my talent undiscovered
Love me. Hold me and never let me go. This world is too heavy for me to carry by myself and I cannot deal with these demons of mine on my own.
I paused in the presence of sound. It played like gentle background music Set within a silent, theatrical film. Everything melted away so quickly.   I became more than a miniscule thread
  Life employs a different meaning to each individual Is this awakened state of being existence? Or rather the opposite… Are we really living in an illusion, fooled by the conscious mind?
I am a Child of the Universe Full with empathy Laying on the naked heart pulsating through the Earth Erupting at the core   I am a Child of the Universe Patching the scarred tissue
I want to...fly past pain's sky always taunting me, she teases me She told me I'd never get away The way I dread-locks pain inside me She shacked up with her man, Misery They play sad tunes on strings
You taught me something great
Oh Life, how magnificient, how wondrous... How you throw forgotton souls unto the precipice, the precipice of hell; you teach them of love, from the milk
Dear Model Minority Stereotype,Why must I abuse my healthcontinuously, clawing, gnawing, eroding my
Making a statement, I'm now living in the present But My past? made me stronger so i remember although it has passed cloudy but after the rain there's a rainbow, sun shining at last
What is life in the eyes of man? A path directed by the heart and mind intertwined to form a destiny. Now what is life in the eyes of the creator?
"I've Learned" by Nicholas Jones.In my 18 years of life,I've yearned for happiness,And I've yearned for strife,I've learned of death,And I've learned of life,
The Logic Of Todays Youth    Many Young People Today are in great disposition Simply because we refuse to defer from sin  You see its not that we don't know any better 
It is in nature and science that I find religion
There’s something in my eye, It just makes me want to cry, Something’s in this country, Make me wish I was blind.   Death wants to rule us, Despair wants end us, Evil wants to distract us,
I try but the words don't come For once, I'm rendered speechless
I knew there was something truly magical about the trees.  My little sister, nature's mortal fae,  taught me how to speak to the trees.  It was the most amazing phenomenon 
Oh Captain my Captain!
Drummers Drummers Dressed up, dandies alike Drumming, drinking, dancing Djembe beats, Conveying joy, expressing life Dum ta, ta dum Heralding the inevitable unknown
Society seems in a mess Mothers cry, while Fathers stress to be polite is a disgrace as children mock you to your face   drugs and sex aren't hard to find it seems as if the worlds gone blind
Ghost machineChemical combinesEssential electronsFlame combustionRed-wired boiling water.
              Tattoo after “Slam, Dunk, & Hook”   The skin that I am in is my own, It is something that I could never loan. The bark on my bones, the shell on my back,
These big and strong trees Have a great tunnel like view with their evergreen leaves
  Although life isn’t perfect Battles 
When I was a kid I was gonna be married with kids at this point When I was a kid I’m still a kid—still feel like one I watch cartoons and wear fuzzy socks and my parents pay my bills And my parents pay my bills
"We will take you", sneered Evil
I wrote this poem  because of a journal entry I wrote entitled--"Entries from an agnostic." T
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism.   Plastic brains are statistic,
ACCEPTANCE© Glenn Johnson   Today longing burst into the blooming of acceptance.                                For how many eons . . . into how many worlds 
No matter how much I express myself and people sympathize to understand, there's still that part of me that's never really known. All alone. It craves to have light shed upon it,
The moon is my Goddess, for she creates the waves, and the songs that lull me to sleep. The Goddess is my moon, the Goddess is my earth, the Goddess grants me her boon, the Goddess guides me to her hearth,
Your out of line And God said to get out of line.   Are you too blind? You are no longer bound Bound by material things!   Yet tears come to your eyes, Cause your soul is dyed.
numbness is what I feel most when I am alone. tears rarely streak across the flecked cream of my shell in solitude all the while
Why don't people understandThat under God's commandWe should love not hateThose who draw out anger with a stakeThat we should not talk aboutThose whose face's may be of a trout
One Day I lost you, disappeared in thin Air, I went searching for you but could not find you anywhereOh the grief you have caused I nearly pulled out my Hair, I looked up, down all around but nowhere
Our faith is our sail Intuition the wind The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet The world may get rough at times The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
The ground beneath my feet Tremors with Soul and rational Choking forth a dissonant harmony
Look around. What do you see? The world's coming apart piece by piece. Every direction seems like a dead end. Go to your house: Everyone is fighting. Go to your work: Everyone's a backstabber.
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,  Used to dream of midnight kisses,  I believed in these things and much more,  But all that was in a time long, long, before,  Before the boy ripped at my chest, 
This fog gives me a sweet sense of what is to come, While the sun is hiding, ready to take its course. I am ready, for my story has just begun.
 I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me.Sich schminken to hide a brutally gentle tide.
Wake me up.This nightmare kills me and no matter how loud I scream no one saves me.Wake me up.I'm in this sleep of death and as I walk among these shadows I can't even for a second catch my breath.Wake me up.
       He rose again, to raise me up.His light was sufficient;His source was illuminated.          Spectrums exposed in between tree leavesFocusing on every point of the Earth;Every being, every chloroplast, every poreSoaked up His life.        Th
I wonder if Piotyr knows How beautiful is his watercolor sky. I wonder if it ever makes him Just sit and sit and sit and cry To know all that happens beneath his sky. And I wonder if he ever asks himself:
She's been hurt  Always been treated like dirt But never shed tears  She had fears   She stayed a strong woman But no knew who she really was Her smile hid behing that pain 
The things of this world, we know not what we are, we go through the motions,   Never so much as considering the vastness of this life, the beginning and end seem as night 
Many wish to talk to me about the things I ought to be but understand I fought to be all the things I am right now.
Feeling ashamed of what i have become Not wanting to look back to my past running away from the only light there is stuck in darkness and not wanting to get out finding a savior is my only option
With dirty hands and a torn up heart I kneel, waiting for good-bye Instead, I see tears in Your eyes, And welcoming, outstretched arms. I hear Your cries, "Come back to me my child, "My Beloved!"
  Life is hard, it is a battlefield. I’ve had cannons balls thrown at me, but I kept going wanting to make my family proud
(poems go here) Lady, you are the Goddess of the Great, But you are also the Goddess of the Small. The infinitesimal gravitational constant, Without the exact value of which The universe could not exist.
Fantasy…Reality All the world is a stage And all the people the actors All the world is a game And all the people the players.
In a church, in a house, in a town, in a state We are just visitors no matter how long we stay. And when they start to ask questions, we pull away. We know that they won’t understand us, no matter what they say.
My body is weak, my mind is strong determination will peak at the highest throng Pushing and weaving through the crowd praying someone will be kind but everyone is loud with an unsound mind
God had a plan. From the foundation From the beginning When in his palms He formed a man. And that man Would stand in his image, Every part of him Perfectly fitted.
Give Up - Richard Matthews
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I. For the first time in a long while, I went to my jewelry box, a place Of cameos and my mother’s earrings, And took out my necklace of delicate gold And settled it on my collarbone
Everything is so screwed up... but, my mind's made up. You're not real. I'm callin' demons a disease but I know one when I see one. I had one. It filled me. I possessed one. It killed me.
God, what I really need to confess is this... It's all the things that I have planned that I can't afford to miss When times get hard and days are rough I must confess, sometimes you aren't enough.
Beautiful, submissive, and enduring sufferer! You were the lamb imprisoned within a den of wolves. Abandoned in this world, you understood cruelty’s impermanence. The deepest admiration from my heart’s deepest vaults you summoned.
Luna Selene, set like a jewel at the neck of the star-stippled cloak of Nyx.
Jesus is my hero, My hope, My Heavenly Father. Jesus is my love, My life, My Living Water. Jesus is my passion, My patience, My Prince of Peace.
In the ticking of clocks In pebbles or rocks In sunsets or sunrise In seas or skies In late night talks In lakeside walks In the busy street In a set of bare feet In fits of rage
You are there for me when I am crying, And in you I console. You support me in my time of need, When I require reassurance. You comfort me in my tragedies, When I can’t find another friend.
PHASE I I have big dreams with standards set high The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly I live in a country whose president looks just like me Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
Thought I could make it without you Thought I would be ok Going at it alone Started my journey out into the world But things got hard With no friends or family by my side I broke down
'dip shits love God'
Why has the world forgotten? Who are you? Veiled, choices begotten Who are you? Hearts of stone, slaves to sin, chained by lust Who are you? Oh Lord, why have we gone back to dust Who are you?
Why has the world forgotten? Who are you? Veiled, choices begotten Who are you? Hearts of stone, slaves to sin, chained by lust Who are you? Oh Lord, why have we gone back to dust Who are you?
I could not imagine life without you; Though I never see you, I know your still there. In my heart I can feel you, My soul aches for your loving care.
I see a space where no great thought floats among stray feathers where loud sound chases g
This world gives me a feeling of starkness So many places growing with darkness Setting that place on fire Cause Lord need for you is dire It's so dark they're becoming blind
I was once lost, Unnoticed in the crowd, Never knew who I was, But now I am found. I was floating through the days Wondering where I would go, My soul was in a haze But you brought me home.
He holds my heart within his hands Bending, Molding, all to plan Sometimes it hurts, but he always works. The black is now out of my heart, leaving a hole for a new start I feel all empty, sad and alone
There is always that road of good intentions its available and easy to find but then there is another road… the one God had in mind. He will help direct us along the righteous path
Your love for me is everlasting, second chances only you are casting Seeking for love all I got was lust, as time past my heart will rust Despite my past you are still grasping, unto me while I was still dancing
Oh where is God when I need Him the most? My enemies surrounding me are near And I have nowhere else to go. I fear That God has left me to defend my post. Oh where is that wisdom I need the most?
Am I moving in the right direction? Are you all here, or are you just a reflection? Or am I a reflection of you, even if I am does that change the view? I am me and me is you. All the same being with one consciousness; skewed.
I am aging gracefully as is my faith like the gray replacing the brown in my beard pesky questions have been quietly replaced not with answers
I am a spiritual man. I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things
With a new school year, a new start, but friends depart. And we’ve led our whole lives together, but suddenly we’re taking different paths from each other.
A book of an aunt Who no longer is here Turn the pages Listen Do you hear them cry? Torn and worn down but still prized most This book that is broken It tells a tale of sleeping beauty and her prince
There is something inside of each of our souls- this desire for the things that will destroy us. We crave to behave in ways that leave scars.
Let love go, to let it return; Let love out, to let it in. So it is with us: Let us go, so we may return. Let us out, so we may enter Into our own. Let love go from us; May it come full circle.
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