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That disturbed child The teen girl with no friends, and is rejected by her loved ones She feels broken inside, like theres no other choice She takes the iron razor, she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade, but in the end it only makes her feel worse She does this to herself not because she is sad, but because she doesn't think any one cares She thinks What if I put this razor to my throat, and ended my life Would they care then? She feels like no one cares What she doesn't realize is, if she died a river of tears would come, even faster then the blood would run from her If she only knew life can be brighter If she would only see, that she is loved That disturbed child, We miss her and theres no getting her back What could we have done Was there any changing her mind Only God knows
Love can seem so happy and so wonderful But it can hurt and take away from life too You make me so happy and make me feel so special But then you turn around and make me feel like **** love can turn you into a whole new person But you could change into to something great or something no one wants Love seems so wonderful at first But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears Love is so temperamental so can you tell me....... Is It Worth It?
There is a house on the cliff's edge, Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea At times, not even the birds are seen or heard The house is left to nature's caress Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray, Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day They are not the dark, empty rooms, The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun, When the clouds crisp out its beams . . . A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm, Stealthily leaking into the house But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist, Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms Nobody remembers the former owners They were not much for socials and gatherings They always lived their quiet, happy lives Without a care of the outside world, Far from anybody's thought Miles from the nearest home Where the next generation comfortably lives He never finished fixing that leak . . . Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms And when it does, there is almost life there again You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water As a crystal dangles and falls from on high The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . . Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms Nobody remembers the former owners There is merely a house on the cliff's edge Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline -March 21, 2013-
Daisy trips and falls apart The mysterious rider brings her back And now wonders how she ll find The way back home cause is its off the line And runs away leaving the rider alone He comes back for her On the dark dawn She refuses to go back to his lost life The angered rider loses control Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul And for one last time he asks her to go To the dark den with him for eternal light For daisy nods no cause she loves her home Fuming with fury he wins along Cause daisy said she will stand her ground The rider calls in his horse to take leave Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse Galloping his horse he starts to race While snatching daisy from her most beloved home Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge Daisy unknown of the little bit of it Tussling and grappling the little doll piece Falls of the bridge before he could grab her Bawling for help when taws' to late for her And once again Daisy trips and falls apart But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn't save her fall For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love And as said so........ He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see In search of his lost love or her screams not knowing its too late for all her pleas 'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul. And daisy said no cause she loved her home And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
It transferred like bequest's constrain; the ghostly harbor - my sixth sense, men's goals had died, on lives' expense, - this notion bothered me again. Had sent the mail - my filed advice - the ghosts of gunmen who have died, on moors they stood yonside old pride, - the Rider asked his deathly price. In air he thumped, his rhythm - gust waves; demanding cruel new death toll; in town each woman wore black stole, the 'killed in duel' dwell in graves; The Rider hummed - our vessel moored inside this port on Nueces' edge, much red was shed on cypress sedge - my instincts sharpened and inured. Tall stood he on the wharf - I knew the wind whipped ropes upon head-mast, - we drew the guns; he lifted fast; my two guns bucked debt-law to ensue. I felt the slug - he moved across, already-a-ghost, on moors he stood; I tasted blood - got up - I should, with red drops staining grass and moss. I saw her standing on the field amid red poppies and tall trees, her thought became my holy shield, bestowed thenceforth, her grace in breeze. She spread her arms and called me eft, above the clouds to Astral Halls athwart stood gunman - fast and deft in Tombstone, Mobile and Sioux Falls.) I rolled and lit a Durham smoke with children watching me round-eyed; that March, (I thought), a gunman died, I heard bells' knell and two crows croak. © G.V. 07-18-2013 (Ballad - Iambic tetrameter) Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest Name: Ballad (old/new) Deadline: 12/28/2013
Well you've gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear. Treat your wounds. Rest awhile, the DEVIL can't find you here. 2X Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path. The locusts they rise and take to the sky, you know not the spells you cast. 2X Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour. Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep. In a box my bones will go.4X Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother's face to bind and hold the tears in. Mistress of black, I know you'll come back with razors thirsty and clean. This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour. Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep. In a box my bones will go.4X
I grabbed her hand Hope and love sweling Mixing into an enticing brew Whose flavor brought forth all the wild creatures from the desert araound me. They applauded m success and ran back for their's But I had the luck of the blessed I held her hand tight Told her who I was She nodded Her light engulfed me Suddenly my fright swelled inside What if she left too? The dark roadis too hard for me now. She grabbed my hand Told me she loved me In twelve seconds she smelt my fear tasted my love Tired of my existence and departed I was rooted to the spot Her flesh's warmth had yet to leave my palm when she passed into the sunset Shock numbed my feet Shock numbed my tongue It was dark Darker than it had been Too dark to breath Too dark to walk I fell by the roadside To the vultures Even crawling was too hard I poked out my eyes So no more beauty could touch my soul I cut off my feet So I could not walk It took all of two seconds for the vultures to come My end is here But death is preferable to pain I welcome the big grey birds."
You won't be able to turn away from the bright shining orb it's gleam illumintes the dark night yet we wonder yes we wonder what's on the dark side of the moon Men have walked on this orb which the poets and the ancients worshipped In our struggle to be free of all we call "superstition" we have relegated the moon to the realm of science yet there is a "dark side of the moon" which is known to seers, bards prophers and others whose second sight allows them to penetrate the mist enshrouded mysteries
From fabrics torn, in ruin, she hail, Above the deck, beneath the sail, Above silent meadow, the sea, Her frosty breath, in doom, she see. Her fondness torn, her kids apart, Though love follows her broken heart, Her sorrow tears on rusted chains, For holding children once again. The howling steam erased skies, And fright gallops the silent cries, As faces pale in feeble grip, And sea moaning the crowded ship. The days are past, remedies none, The burned down farms from firing sun, They bent on knees for kids to feed, Beneath the feet for coin, indeed. Her husband dead from bones to sweat, Hard labor earning, closing, debt, She buried body, beneath the farm, And begs for mercy, waiting harm. The beats in rage far fierce than flame, The bells were rung, with chains they came, Her toes were trembling, wrath unfolds, They tortured, beat and tied her, cold. While taken heart and soul from kids, The slave in chain with tearful lids, They dragged and stripped in crowded street, And brought with slaves to ship, the fleet. Through cries unheard and night she sails, With slaves in ship with fuming trails, To hungers deep in scalding cold, And chapped lip-lines numb, breaking hold. Her skin was pale, the hunger tale, As blue veins rose beneath her nails, To fading night, her dim eyes sleep, Her moon-light fades and die asleep. ©Anees Rahman
Today I am crying I am crying that my brothers are fighting The fighting started from historical claim The claim that never any sides to give in Today my tears fell to my bosom I am anxious to what happen Why never the peace is reign? Why war shall be the end? Why the people love to kill? Why there is no way to end without blood spill? I am not superman to stop the falling tears I wanted to embrace my brothers to say please stop! Please stop the war that spills blood. I wanted to cry out loud but my sober is louder Please end the war Stop and give ending There would be no winner fighting between brothers The only winner in war is "loser" for fighting with brothers Please... Please... Please... There must be other ways - to the end the bloodshed! Please Please Please Please stop it, stop the war!!! Stop the war! Stop the fighting! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Stoppppppppppppppppppp the War!!!!! Where are you UNNNNNNNNN? Sunday, 3rd March 2013 Sunthecan A poem for the current skirmish in Lahad Datu and Semporna Sabah, Malaysia. Let us all pray for PEACE!
The storm The sky above was filled right up With big, black, monstrous clouds The thunder hit the blackened skies His voice so very loud Forked all across the morning skies Fiery fingers streak on out Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong And rain is all about Oh how that rain came teeming down Just like it's on a mission To wash away the whole damned earth As with her quiet precision Mother Nature puts the pressure on To warn us human souls Of the damage she could do With the power in her role The rain, It pours down onto me But I don't feel a thing I'm covered by my wetland gear And my heart begins to sing For me, I love these thunder storms With all their mighty power Though some on seeing all this drama Would hide away and cower. 17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.
Constellations in my eyes; Windows they're said to be. Look into them now, and tell me what you see. Calling every angel born in Hell: "A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell. So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt." Soon they came; rulers of every layer. Each to make their offer, And leave their summoning prayer. "Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time. The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine, And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind." They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered, Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered. Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'. "It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos, And you taunt us for what you wish to sell. But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell." You are protected by forces greater than your own. Should any God or Demon make you bow before him, Death would surely find his throne. It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold. Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold. Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold. Surely it is quite the burden to bear. So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear. Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care." Yes! Take from me all that you desire! No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire! Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire! With their prize, they left with no hesitation. Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations. All for their Master and all in celebration. Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be. They know me by many names, they know me by many faces. And my heart I've sold on every occasion. Fools! Surely they must know! That every heart I give away Brings me the love that stays.
This soul was dying and crashing, But she gave me a breath of life. She whispered beautiful words of life, That rejuvenated the strength within. I started to feel the life within me rise, And made me feel alive again. With the breath of life I rose again, And the petals of my life blossomed. Once more I felt the warmth of love, Melting down my once cold heart, Into a warm heart that can hold love. It is a good feeling of happiness, That makes this heart make a beat. In the shadow of my own loneliness, Life was as dark as a dark night is. The sun in my life had never set, And the moonlight was never bright, To light up the world around me, Until she gave me a breath of life, That filled my heart with love. She is coming from the far horizon, But I can smell the smell of her perfume. With her majestic move I hear her steps, And my heart is beating in expectancy, With every step she makes closer. My hands are widening up for her, Ready to hold her in my arms of love.
The dark man rides throughout the land, true servant of his Queen; and follows he, her stern command, to fetch the sweetest seen. He never speaks, this silent man. His gaze is straight ahead. But mortals understand his plan, and let themselves be led. The dark man he will play his part. He'll whisk them clean away. Tho' if the Queen feels kind of heart, they're home again next day. But woe betide the ones who speak of such a fairy game. The dark man once again will seek to blind, strike dumb or maim. Then as the hallowed e'en draws nigh, let mortals all beware: When witches ride the midnight sky, the dark man will be there. October 12th 2011 See about this poem
My mind always run and hide so i crawl into a a bottle and wait for tomorrow my brain want's to borrow some courage to put a gun to my head end this suffering. My heart is living in sorrow from this heart break cant take it no more my eyes are bloody from crying I'm dying inside so please come end my misery. why you can't heel my broken heart you said forever and always I guess that was a lie my heart cry for you and what you do you stab me in my broken heart with a knife so please come end my life .
Some of us get it, some of us don't. Many of us start the work some of us won't. Different rooms with unfamiliar faces Similar stories from a myriad of places. "Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear. Truly a blessing not to cower in fear. Trying to be silent, absorb what is said To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread. Thoughts of my brother now four years dead. Still feeling pain over angry words said. Knowing with his God he is at peace. Asking of my God for some sense of release. Struggled along the way to six months earned. Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned. Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers, Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers. Making amends to those I had harmed, Most understood, while others not charmed. My path is clear, of that I'm certain. Others decide to raise their own curtain. Failure of others is painful to see. Not watching my ass, that could be me. The beast is a menace, indifferent to all. Some of us rise, too many of us fall.
the blue sky turns darker as the Sun leads the wars against dark moons and dark allies that take over our world leaves become snakes and theives rule the land in the battle for days our nights are in our hands trees and flowers grow in sleepy cars seas roam the galaxy seeking new ways of light birds fly away in search of warm blue days and all that remains are people and wishes of fruit, love and wisdom
You are the light of a day, I am the darkest of grays. You are the significant Sun, I am the forgotten Moon. You are the sweet make-believe dreams, I am the tragic nightmares. You are a glorious angel, I am a dreary demon. You are the bright rainbow, I am the dull rain. You are the boat that floats, I am the anchor that sinks. You are the peaceful Valley, I am the destructive war. You are the tame beauty, I am the wild beast. You are the precious living, I am the shallow dead. You are the glistening stars, I am the darkening night. You are the wonderful strength, I am the terrible weakness. You are the beautiful heavens, I am the unpleasant hells.
She lived in a house in a deep dark wood, Her name was Shona McFee. When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood The mist rolled in from the sea. It curled and it twirled and enfolded itself round The remarkable Shona McFee. She walked up the hill where the snow leopards stalked The indomitable Shona McFee. The animals came and they walked where she walked, How I wish they could have been me. She turned right round and embraced every one, For she was loving, was Shona McFee. As night stooped down she came down too, The delectable Shona McFee. She lit a fire by her hut and she clapped with her shoe, Come, little creatures to me! And the owls and the bats and the forest's deer Came dashing to Shona McFee. In a town not far from the deep dark wood, I dreamt of Shona McFee. She lets down her hair in romantic mood, And the startled animals flee. She walks and she walks and her heart beats fast, Come hither, Shona McFee! In a town not far from the deep dark wood, I lie dreaming of Shona McFee. I hear her steps step on the stippled grey road. And know she is coming to me. I run downstairs and throw open the door, To no sign of Shona McFee.
You know they are coming See the dust in the air Feel the ground tremble beneath your feet. Can't quite see them But you know they are there Suddenly your face is white as a sheet. The Horsemen are riding Your world is ending No use complaining it just isn't fair. Swords scything down Trumpeting stallions The battle is over so don't even care. Man's castles are falling His caverns no respite, Armies are dust in a flash of might. The judgement is binding, The deep dead are rising, Their sad faces form in the fading light. You're torn and your tattered, The scent of blood heavy Old Earth is shaking, you try to run. The darkness is closing You better be ready The Horsemen are coming, the end has begun!
My flesh and bone, can't seem to hone in on the substance I once had Right and wrong, difference known I never can choose anymore good over bad I once was an optimistic hope filled inspiration Now consumed by an empty shallow occupation Fame, sex, drugs, feels good to the touch but never, inevitably, amounts to much Loving pleasure, hating to face pain The suppression just makes me insane Selfishness, recklessness and pride prevail My half hearted attempts at decency always fail Not because normalcy is unattainable But because I choose instead to have my belly full Once I chose depth and sincerity over surface greed When darkness calls I now heed While these things seem to satisfy now I can't help to see my outlook on life is increasingly foul A self inflicted wound, I must admit I know this life is not a good fit Once again I'm reminded that time after time and all the same signs I just can't seem to repress This growing emptiness
All the days go by desperately, Everyday is a day to be overcome, I am struggling to get through them, Just to live another day in agony. I wish to come out victorious, Of all the turmoil I have to bear, Of all the pain that I go through, Of the loneliness that grips my heart. Each day passes by me unnoticed, Each day has become my sworn enemy, Each day I wish for things to change, Everyday I pray for a miracle to happen. I hope to get through this unharmed Without a scar to remind me of this This story I wish to end well or let me be Without any expectations of what will be.
Born in night to Dhore and Ghore, Lots of roar he was to make, Taught with those the best they had Fought and won the best of bad, Turned to red then black and blood, flooding bones of hellish beasts mighty prince thus conquered hell. 'Prince Devil' they called him thus sirens roar to send him down Into earth with evils blood. Bright and light have seen fire, not this prince, they haven't yet! All of hell had bowed him thrice, every good he split then slice , Walks earth in men and women, Making evil with each spell. mighty prince grew fast in fame, lots of hearts he turned to war After gold, they led their heart As men he touched felt no good. From among men, fed by then, He placed his steps for a walk, Saw no man for long a way Went so mad with not a ray, A sight of light, far in night, Then drew him close to its height, Not light, but a girl there stood, Seeing her, he dreamed a life, Human life with her in it, But late he was far to reach. Not a king, but king of kings, Will he be in days to come, Orders came to steal her light, with dark sufferings, true fright. Tried too hard but failed with heart, Across he stood against dark, Earthly love then bound the prince Hell's world was flared in anger, Evil dark, the king of kings, proclaimed war against the prince. No demon, no prince, she knew, nor he was, from where she knew Fought his heart in best of hells, Days, nights, in his world and else, blackish blood smoked with fire, Blew from hell with smell, desire, The prince of love, fought so brave. killed he was, in deadly war, Hell and heaven, barred his soul for crimes done in all the world. ©Anees Rahman
My son there are fields you may stray With flowers to take hearts away Where you can be happy all day But listen to words I now say Enjoy life mid kisses galore But stay away from Sarah's door - So into the world boy did go And boy did the boy put on show The flowers would wait in a row In hopes to just bask in his glow Truly this was what youth was for Now who would dare a dream for more - The Joy of day ran into night There never was a time so right Another kiss lurked out of sight An endless flow of sheer delight Had sparked his mind to Sarah's door From somewhere he had heard before - He shared his longings with a friend Who warned him of some evil end It's Sarah's door let's not pretend Rich kisses here we must defend Such crazy thoughts we must ignore Abandon thoughts of Sarah's door - But Sarah's door entered boy's dreams From it imagination streams What lies behind its golden seams To push his passions to extremes It calls him taunts him to explore What madness waits at Sarah's door - Now there's still fields for hearts to play Where flowers wait to kiss the day And youthful airs are on display Except for one who went astray Now they don't see him anymore Since he had knocked on Sarah's door
Don't got no heart It's just a black hole Cold as stone Haven't found anyone to make it beat make a rythem Bring it back to life There's just a empty space Where my heart should be It's just a black hole Been broken so much Nothing left for anyone to break My heart's been hurt so much Couldn't take it anymore SO it decided to shrivel up and die In it's wake it left me Feeling broken and cold inside All that's left is a black hole to replace my shattered heart Till someone can make it beat again make a rythem Bring it back to life! Let me have a heart again There will be nothing but a black hole In my chest
I know how started in a lonely sort of way, wanting so bad to have a new day!!! You came unexpectedly an didn't defeat ..I wasn't so sure if we should even meet..!! I wasn't attracted to you at first....but the sound of your voice gave me no choice!! Little did I know that you war a mask!!! An the battle had begun for you to complete your task!!! That you would get what you wanted at any cost..! That Maybe So,but you are Lost!!!
When I was a young man I spent nigh on a year In an ugly, war torn country That drove me close to tears They sent me home before my time For my health was down a tad And my nerves were shot to pieces Like I was going mad. They said I had the symptoms of That post traumatic stress And so they put me on a pension Oh I was in a mess! Anger, stress, anxiety And paranoid as well Oh, I was in the darkest place An awful place to dwell. I tried so many things, did I To try to cure this thing Gurus, shrinks, and self help books But none of this did bring The sanity that I did need I just got worse and worse As I drove all my love ones out Oh, I was so damned terse. Then one day I found this pair Whilst searching through the net They taught me how to look at me How lucky can one get? The looking made my life so sweet I'm now completely sane Each day's so pure and wonderful I'm through with all the pain. 15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.
They say he had three Mothers The Earth, the Wind, and Water And His father was the Sun And the Moon was his daughter He wore a gun in his belt With clothing made from hide As He walked, He made no sound And never broke his stride Folks say he was part Cherokee Others say, part Crow There wasn't any clarity There was no way to know He wore a shiny locket On the inside of his shirt That he took out of the pocket Of a dead Comanche's' skirt The feather in his hat Made the white folk all take notice And on his belt a sack With an ancient Aztec Poultice The myth, was he knew magic Taught by spirits raised by Shamans And because His birth was tragic He was thought to be a Demon As he passed through our town The People, looked away Afraid of being cursed They where glad he didn't stay The sun sank in the East As the wind blew from the West And he walked in a straight line Like a man bent on a quest He climbed up to the foothills Where the Injuns made their graves There he raised them from the dead As he made them all his slaves No one knew his purpose For the dead upon that mound Not at least, until that day He came back to this town
The Devil's Dead Roses A prelude to the Bete Noire Please stop Please stop Don't look at my face Please stop Please stop Don't look at my face. - Every time you see what I see - Every time you see what I see So precious Disgusting taste Back handed smile plays Your devious face So lost without me Looking down without grace Masquerade - You dance high "So Great" And the needle's laced The Blood of Christ In my hands Understand! Understand!! Still you laugh through me in sin These cravings So thirsty Me first please ME FIRST PLEASE!!! I'm fiending So lasting this laughing It's fancy, us dancing Dilusions in envy Pornographic Fantastic Your eyes bleed So frightening My flesh disappearing Your lies scream You hate me "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU" So blinding My eyes sting Left silent Sick violence We play for today "My little prey come this way" Separate from peace A pornographic feast And this poison that you're spitting on my flesh And this poison that you're spitting is so fresh And this poison that you spit Is coming at me It's all coming at me And up my spine Such wicked chills Diluted in envy "TAKE OFF YOUR FUQQING MASK!!!" Why you coming at me Why me Why me Why you coming at me Naked hand in hand Sends wicked chills And up my spine Twisted little thrills "How Divine!!?" Dilusions A blind dream I'm finding YOU WATCHING You HATE ME This hate thing "I HATE DREAMS" "I HATE DREAMS" "I HATE DREAMS" "I HATE DREAMS" "I HATE DREAMS" "I HATE DREAMS" "I HATE DREAMS" Your mask is so frightening Back handed smile A little guile So sick Looking in at your grin When you stick me "You fuqqing win" So I just laugh and I laugh And I sing and I laugh And I dance and I laugh And I laugh and I laugh And a couple more drinks And a couple more drinks ...
Once upon a time there was only your rhyme No one thought of committing a crime No one even dreamed of challenging you You played games and wrote as two You looked at the world from the top of the heap Hidden plans oh the secrets you'd keep But now the wind is being an Arnold to you Whispers softly in my ear all you've been up to How does it feel How does it feel To be losing your view Knowing new turks are chasing you You might be tired but their not through What you've done.. How do you live with yourself You killed conscience and set it on the shelf Like an animal on the wall it's a trophy to you You thought pride was strength but it's blinding too So I'm not asking do you see what's taking place Your favorite mirror won't help in this new race Run as fast as you can with two broken legs Your coffee cup's empty now taste those dregs How does it feel How does it feel To be losing your view Knowing new turks are chasing you You might be tired but their not through For years you tore down barns to build bigger ones You used cut and paste dollars as primary funds While the homeless couldn't get a full bowl of soup The manipulated masses didn't know they'd been duped But the wind is picking up and it's got a story to yell A raging storm is coming.. going to feel as hot as hell And when the clouds clear the light is going to expose An army is coming with an unrelenting passion to depose How does it feel How does it feel To be losing your view Knowing new turks are chasing you You might be tired but their not through It's like the Good Book says from the One who cannot lie The sins you sin in secret.. He's going to write across the sky How does it feel How does it feel To be losing your view Knowing new turks are chasing you You might be tired but their not through *Numbers 32:23 "Be sure your sin will find you out!"
I thought I was living, but I knew I was dead My essence was draining, leaking making me wish I could see This wheel I ride was a simple device Running down the road I knew it would never end Forgive me for I have but one notion in this world A crazy time, but it spits me in a kind of swirl The existence of man is my one real legend The dog came and put its head on my lap Love so deep I felt it to my bone Yes now I knew God was here At last salvation, the time for wondering was over I was really going home Then the window opened and I was falling Help, help I screamed Only the laughter echoed in my mind
The wind can speak to us, it whispers soft things in our ears. Saying sweet things, it eases us giving us security. Brushing our hair behind our ears. The wind seems to comfort us, when no one else can. But then, just as it started out so sweet it turns dark and violent. All of a sudden the wind yells at us, it degrades us. No longer is our hair gently swept behind our ear, but pulled and yanked. No longer is it comfort but now the wind brings us pain, The wind has seemed to change. Maybe this was never wind, but our imaginations way of coping, Our very own façade, perhaps we compared this man to the wind, So we could get away, we could create an alternate outing.
Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? I can sence her embrace that feels like Tragedy A heart to have, slipped beneath the waves The dark pulse now beckons us closer How many days will this passion bleed away? We will be the ones left to blame Beware we've become their prey They say you're addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper too close to the edge A call from the dark Brings out a saving spark An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? "My Decadence was just for you Though you'd never care what I've been through Enter the world were empathy is clandestine A world created by you, just for me What's Lying in my heart is why You want to through the stone" I call your name towards nightfall's reign But they take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by Eden's heart I will avenge every tear An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone?
The lakes edge Shone in silver light A moon , so bright, in a dark forest night The moon rose silently In a clear starlight sky The creatures of the night Came out in a dark forest, to play, in moonlight Such unnaturally tall trees, with no branches in sight No leaves Stood still In a dark forest Under moonlight As I drew closer The tall trees were all in a row No branches in sight I pulled away the tangled vines I could see... Masts, spars ropes and lines The ships! The wood in which a ship is made Returned to the dark forest Where the keel was shaped and laid The wooden ships that carried the Heartstone Across a sea, so blue Had returned to a forest That the timbers once knew When a ship comes to die It must return To where its timbers were born A ship to lie.... Amongst the trees The masts, swaying in a gentle breeze The whispering trees Took the ships Took the wood Made it their own As any magic could In a dark forest Graceful ships of wood No longer hear the sea roar instead of sails they once wore They hear birds singing Leaves rustle Masts creaking Ships, run aground In a dark forest Back to wood Back to trees Waiting to be found Leaves replaced sails Spars became branches Became something new
Wednesday, October 31, 2012 -------------------------------------- A careless Swathing of Death's face- pale Burn the images and erase the memories Bury the lies beneath Death's dark veil Dig deep- finding secrets beneath the remains Salty tears pierce the bloodless veins Hiding the lies beneath Death's dark veil Burn the soul and leave the remains Speak your filthy words-never escape the chains Live beneath Death's dark veil cover the truth- with a fairy's tale Revive the breakage-but it's far too late to mend the damage All will be revealed once you enter hell beneath Death's dark veil Your useless sorrow buried with lies And still you refuse to hear the burning cries And the truth remains-left decaying beneath Death's dark veil Burn the remains-bury your life Give in to the world of never ending strife Lose yourselves in the void-far beneath Death's dark veil Never strive for much- always fail Wondering what has become of this empty life Receiving a decayed response of ash in the depths of Death's dark veil
A single soldier stayed To guard against the animal From digging up the grave He felt awful for the Injuns Disgusted by their plight So from his bag he took a chalk And upon a stone, did write These Injuns lie beneath this land Through no fault of their own Their only crime, was to take stand And defend their rightful home 1856 Part 3 It's been 12 years since that day Now the wind blew from the east A strange scent in the air Which frighten, all the beast And with the wind came sickness A plague upon the town It left the people, weak and feeble As the virus spread around But I alone stayed well And never once felt ill But at the edge of town What I saw gave me a chill He wore feathers in his hat And a cloak made of rawhide But he didn't have his gun Just a pouch tied to his side He made his way, straight to me As I stood there on the walk Then using broken English He began to talk He said that in his sack There contained an ancient cure That could make the town's folk free From all that they've endured To be continued
Better look to the lamb and fall to your knees for the Reaper witnesses all that he sees This fallen angel's made a career of evil the father of sin this black/red coated devil He minds over death's valley With his hot road to Hell and with determined temptation will lure you with his spell He'll sit by your shoulder and by ill thought word or deed your conscience will torture and your pained soul shall bleed This masterful serpent with fire of unknown origin whose pit of raging flames is the prize that you'll win So beware of the tongue and do what is right stay away from the darkness and look only to the light
hello mr morrison tell me, are the indians that you saw when you were young still on that dusty road? did one take control of you spirits now are one, once two after that the arrow flew and "squirming like a toad" the brains of thousands tuned to hear you speak the poet, philosopher and the tweak the genius but never the geek is welcome in my abode i idolize the lizard king let the long lost trumpets sing love, despair, unholy things found in his lost odes resting in a grave in france lucky me,i got the chance to see him rest, but at a glance on a motorbike he rode to make a future lost as gold
Alexandria was a gallant knight, She used to sit at Arthur's Round Table. Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil As the Blue eyed hero of this fable. The young lady fell in love with Arthur, But unknowing, he married Guinevere. Alex's heart was hurt, but she stayed true, She battled alongside him without fear. Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight, Alex earned respect from her belov'd king, He never knew she was an armored girl. He only saw her long weapons in swing. On a dark and stormy night they set off, The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail; Alex as custom rode by Arthur's side. They searched through forest glades without avail. Finally they came across a large cave, Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair. Alex entered in front of the brigade, Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care. Down in the black unfathomable cave, At the farthest reaches a light appeared. Guided by instincts, they knew this was it, The home of the Holy Grail they revered. The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold, Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls. Together the comrades stood and puzzled. Which of these cups would bring about their falls? Would it be a goblet, made out of glass? Could something like The Cup be plainly wood? Arthur studied the many chalices. He thought he'd found it, no one understood. On a pillar was a gold glass, shining. Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room. Arthur was about to drink its liquid When Alex interfered and met her doom. Arthur's brave knight wanted to try it first, She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death; So she begged Arthur to let her test first, After drinking, she soon ran out of breath. Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter, She wasn't surprised that he'd chosen wrong. Alex knew that her love would bring her fall, So our hero bade a silent so long.
You Took More Than You Gave You say you want to be friends But I think I will hate you instead You took more than you gave Then put me in the grave Of lovers left behind How could you be so unkind? You lead me on for two solid years The happiest of times Until I told you I need to be loved Now I remain unloved A victim of your crimes Crimes of the heart One of the women That you left behind You threw me away Went on your merry way You say you want to be friends But I think I will hate you instead You took my happy heart You tore me apart You said I deserve more Then closed the door My broken heart is still bleeding It's your love I am still needing So yes I think I will hate you instead
There is some darkness in you and me. There nests in our soul some iota of monstrosity- Wanting to be set free, to break loose in glee: It burns in our veins, and nags our pale soul. There is some evil in you and me. It has been nursed, fed with greed and blood-lust. It has been comforted and hushed For that special moment when it would be unleashed. There is some monster in you and me. The darkness has so soon transformed- You gave it breathe and let it evolve! Now burns evil in your adrenalinal lungs. The greed and cupidity gave it life- The lies in our lungs gave it vile The treachery in our dark heart gave it a personality. Now, that darkness has become an unstoppable monster. There is Death around you and me. It began like a little darkness in you and me- Fed along, it became the itchy evil in you and me. Then it became a monste in you and me The greed and Cupidity gave it life The lies in our lungs made it strive The treachery in our dark heart gave it a personality. That monster had then taken another shape. It had feared the light and detection It is a shy and shameful monster- The face is pale white The fingers crude and evil. But it had to feed, and move Then had it taken another shape to scuttle in both darkness and light Unafraid, free and unpredictable. We let it loose from that darkness in you and me. There was some darkness in you and me. There nested in our soul some iota of monstrosity- Wanting to be set free, to break loose in glee It burnt in your veins, and nagged your pale soul- And was placed at Lucifer's command.
Delilah, the young woman with the yellow locks Light skin, brown eyes, vengeance in her walk. On the run from a past filled with gloom Can't escape her curse; suffering and doom The darkness calls her name as she runs from the devil Monsters of the night out to terrorize and revel Blood left in her path but not by her own doing For the gift of immortality, death is ensuing Oh wow what she'd give to not have to run Every life and every soul, another mistake Her soul she would give to see the demons be gone But her curse is eternal, no way to break Delilah, the beauty with a heart of stone The queen of the dance, lonely hearts as her throne Intoxicating kiss, she brings men to their knees A hundred years of running, yet she can't drown out their pleas To be in her bed is both a blessing and a curse One night in bliss; and the next night in a hearse But the curse is not so absolute, there's more to it than death The trail of blood goes deep before the final breath Oh wow what she'd give to not have to run Every life and every soul, another mistake Her soul she would give to see the monsters be gone But her curse is eternal, no way to break All she wanted was to be loved; she didn't know what it would cost All she wanted was him; but in the end he was lost Lies and deceit, adultery and sin; the price the heart pays for a fading moment A hundred years later, there's nothing within. An eternity of torment, cursed to repent Oh wow what she'd give to not have to run Every life and every soul, another mistake Her soul she would give to see the evil all done But her curse is eternal, no way to break Visit my blog to read the rest of my Free Supernatural Poem Novel: https://freesupernaturalpoeticnovel.wordpress.com/
Stones are cold to sleep upon, but compare what to this when your home is gone. A mother once singing but long since silenced, my father also taken stolen by death's sirens. Liberated by those who claim themselves kin, beaten, broken and trained by those of darkest sin. A cold blade thrown towards our enemies like and arrow, shown a different path and renamed the 'Sparrow' Treading a path that most would think seem black and white, but nought a thing exists to a bird that must fight or take flight. Building the tools to save Millennium's souls, one step closer to the flock's aims and goals. When darkness falls, the flock will descend. Where evil dwells, the owl will tend. The Raven soars and the Boy of Night flies, the Hawk leads forward unto evil's demise. The story seldom ends for the builder of the arrow, a former shadow renounced of his face, now a Lark and Sparrow
My Moondust said to me…. At the waters' edge Of a stream, running free Beware the Dark Blue World You are not ready I fixed her with a quizzical eye She smiled softly Faeries have always known Of things beyond For now… My love Let it lie The Dark Blue World Knows of you You know not of futures made Past Here and now Of paths, laid The path to travel Is not yet made for you Only with me Can you be guided safely Soon Under an Autumn moon We can see Everything in the Dark Blue World what it means to me
Reading from a man`s mind "facial expression " 'My face my shuttered face' His face tells more than a mouth could tell 'My face tears running down my face' It tells out more than you can read from his heart 'My heart a bleeding heart' For a man is a reserved creature where emotions are hidden 'My emotions when love is involved' For loving is caring and kind as is "A gift from above a gift from God " So are the feelings that present what it reads in heart 'My heart that trust my heart fear disappointment' The feeling of loving is the feeling of longing 'I am longing for a soul mate a true friend' For a man has lost a rib in the beginning for creation of a soul mate 'Yes he lost one rib for a reason to create... The one and only' And yes the feeling of loving is a feeling of reclaiming back thy creation to make a man complete. Surviving the times of loneliness is like walking on a desert 'A desert of no hope with high temperatures' Yes a desert of no hope where a man can't live for long without water 'And yes brave men do' to reclaim their belonging He will survive thy temperatures "forever "he will love thy creation "Neither" will he hurt nor lie to her As he walks through the desert he think about her, he sees her face even though never met her, his face is wet as tears of joy running down his face But he still continues even though there is no hope for water along the way As tears and sweat run down his face and body he hopes to meet a true creature made out of his rib, few more steps going ahead he smiles he feels complete then he sings" "He wishes for love not tears of blood from a broken heart" Tears of blood fall from a broken heart A man never wish to separate from thy creation for he wish to hold on "forever" "never "do he wish to part ways with thy loved one "Say you love me, look in the eye and make a promise" "Please don't leave me please don't hurt me" "Your tender touch, a soft kiss" "things about you I enjoy most" "as I often cry when I'm with you deep down I smile and tears of joy falling down my face "
A sadness has come over me, A darkness has set in; The search for lone identity, My patience wearing thin. With yesteryear behind me, an new ones yet to come; I feel I'm blind and cannot see, no direction to or from. My quest is here, my time expired, I set my life a sail; I'm cold, I'm lonely, and I'm tired, with this I start to wale. So with my thoughts I dry my eyes, and follow twisted winds; With hope and fervor as my guides, my journey now begins. A day gone by and nothing yet, to tame that which I fear; My sadness I cannot forget, its' voice is all I hear. The darkness still upon me, My course I cannot find; And so I drift amid the sea, In weakened state of mind.
Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deidre's eode I cunnan sense her embrace that felans gelic Tragedy A Heart to hath, slipped beneoðan waw The dark pulse nou beckons us closer How many daegs will this passion bledan way We will beon the ans left to blame Bewarian we hath be-came their prey They say thou hast ben addicted to thy pain A life-leas cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper to close to the edge A ceallian fram the dark Bringan ut a saving sparke An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre's eode "My decadence wesan just for thee Though thou never hast cared of what I hath been through Enter the world hwaer empathy is clandestine A world created by thee, just for me Hwaet is lecgan in my heart Is why thou wants to through the stan" I call thy name towards nightfall's reign But they take thou so feorr way A dark engel so devin Cursed by Eden's Heart I will avenge every tear An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deidre's eode
Jock. Now Jock he was a friend of mine In those good old army days When teenage boys were herded in And made to change their ways He told me one fine summer's day With a big blue sky above "I'm glad that I'm a soldier boy This army life I love". They shipped him off to good old Nam Placed a rifle in his hands And said "now you're a soldier boy I hope you'll understand We're fighting those old Vietcong You've got to see us right You don't know what it's all about!!! Nor us, just go and fight" Poor Jock ain't with us any more God bless his poor old mum Our lad he was a forward scout No use his bloody gun As the flying metal put him down Our jock the hero died As politicians wined and dined So many tears were cried.
Find peace, 6 feet under Harsh wind tears the skin off of her soiled fingers She's set fire to every bridge she built And inhales the smoke that lingers She's stroked Dawn's crimson ringlets And grasped her blood soaked hands As she made love to regret And turned shame into a dance She crawled on her hands and knees like a wounded slave And whispers that this is how she was taught to pray Then begs him, "Please, don't think any less of me, because you are all that matters to me now." He pleads, "God, please set her free," She's writhing in circles on the floor Screaming in hatred of an unknown origin "She's speaking in tongues again.." He found her digging up the flower bed Talking to an invisible stranger about white roses And how they've been planted beneath her fingernails "They're so pretty, but the thorns grow from beneath my skin, And it hurts me.." She claims she can't feel the pain anymore, though So it's alright, the scent of fallen petals helps her sleep at night She swears, "I'll be fine," She falls on the steps of Constantinople Running from a crying child Despite the dirt and decay on her hands, he helps her to her feet He says, "Come walk with me." She remembers the last time she stained his robes He punished her by feeding her every lie she ever told She follows him anyway, she'll believe anything he'll say Wrapped in his rain, she feels safe from harm So he is burned by the stars and she is leaving bloody footprints in the sand As they walk beneath the picture perfect galaxy, arm in arm She vows,"That whole scene was just a dream." There could never be a demon disguised as a priest But she knows they think she has lost her grip on cruel reality In time, I should tell you, this girl dwells inside of me She and I, we still collide She's like the catastrophic queen in my mind We pray the memories will fade with time But not even the most anesthetic soul forgets that kind of obsession This story is one I call "The Possession"
started May 2013, completed 08.06.2013 (miss placed memory stick I had it saved on... oops) --------------------------------------------------- A wasteland of empty space, void of light A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night Can this really be the realm I once called home The broken empty caverns, the dying light of chrome Nothing appears to make much sense in this version Doubtful whispers taunting the air. A fearful incursion A fearsome empty air, nothing can penetrate not even light, a foul beast; dark, darker, darker, than night... How long it has been since I've seen the blanked face friend I know not; I wander in this dark wasteland with no hope for end Caverns empty and broken with light that's dying...dying, dying and a sound is heard, faint, but much like crying, crying, so much crying I cannot make sense of it all, in the darkness I see that red bird of old Perched on it's roof top in a nest of straw made of gold the fantasy realm that turned into this nightmare reality what happened? What happened-I have nothing but uncertainty Beneath the realm of Reality Lies a secret- a world of fantasy fantasy, fantasy...fantasy burns away into boiling nightmares a world that burned in black flares Reality reality when did my reality burn into this fright fest Delving into a vast world of the unknown-no rest no rest feasting eyes, festering eyes bleeding...bleeding eyes make them stop make them stop STOP THE CRIES! Where protector have you gone was I right to worry about you all along was it you who brought to this insidious darkness inside this foul..foul, foul, foul beast-the prince of darkness My faith in you demon protector has died my heart heart has cracked, and my heart has cried I never knew why I loved you Everything was so new... Demon demon, master of fright, I implore thee Why have you imprisoned me here in this, the emptiest place of my mind where nothing, not even light, can find Why....why did I ever love you Did you love me too you never did say but still foolishly I fell but silently, silently silently...there was nothing left to tell You promised, promised, promised your return to me but still, the darkness, the black, the fear is all I see The hooded mystery is gone as well And still...there is nothing left to tell A wasteland of empty space, void of light A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night Can this really be the realm I once called home The broken empty caverns, the dying light of chrome
started May 2013, finished 08.06.2013 (miss placed the memory stick I had it on... oops) ------------------------------------------------------- Why were you not there... I thought you cared, cared...care...care why did you not catch me...catch me when I fell please...you still having something left to tell This darkness claws at my back and chokes my pleas I can hear it's laughter, it's cackle of glee I'm so lost, and alone, alone, alone I long, I Dream for the castle upon the hill, the beautiful stone That forest land I wish to see once more But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for To return to that mysterious home I adore But I am lost, and trapped in space No where...no where can I find the entrance to that place silence fills the ever darkening void All my hope, my faith in you destroyed Beneath the realm of reality lies a secret world-a fantasy beneath the world, a secret of lies all but the cold, and petrifying darkness dies Beneath the realm lies a wasteland of empty space, void of light A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night long ago I was taken from my home far, far away from everything I've ever known
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'... the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE... IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven! Purple moons and gliding waves of veiled, faceted, energized sparkling blue lights. In the darkest of nights...THE DARKEST NIGHT! THE DARKEST NIGHT! My only connection to a distant past, a distant past. His flag AT 'HAF MAST...now I ALONE AM LAST! Earth needs a Savior...at what price to pay? AT WHAT PRICE TO PAY? You ask a Super what He can do? DO FOR YOU! ONLY FOR YOU! Not what He wills...what He wills! WHAT YOU WILL! YOU WILL! And now He dies...HE DIES! AND YOU LIVE! ONLY YOU LIVE! In a blinding flash of red and blue. I Serve You! I SERVE YOU! Now with vengeance in MY EYES! I SERVE YOU BLIND...I SERVE YOU BLIND! His 'Grave to Show'...STAND BACK...HIS 'MONUMENT'...TO LAST? FOOLS...A SUPER...NEVER...DIES! And I serve you blind...SERVE...YOU...BLIND! I...SERVE...YOU BLIND? An enemy of mine...or someone for you to dine? SOMEONE FOR YOU TO DINE? A counselor...a guide...or an enemy of mine? AN ENEMY OF MINE! FOOLS...A SUPER...NEVER...DIES! And I serve you blind...SERVE..YOU...BLIND! I...SERVE...YOU BLIND? My only connection to a distant past, a distant past. His flag AT 'HAF MAST...NOW I ALONE AM LAST! ALONE...AT LAST? Earth needs a Savior...AT WHAT PRICE TO PAY? AT WHAT PRICE TO PAY? You ask a Super what He can do. DO FOR YOU! ONLY FOR YOU! Not what He wills...what He wills! WHAT YOU WILL! YOU WILL! And now He dies...HE DIES! AND YOU LIVE...ONLY YOU LIVE! NOW I ALONE AM LAST...I ALONE AM LAST!
He is the African War General, After his massive Digestion of Seven "JUMBO" Spliff Joints and more, The sage wont forget to mention his Gulp-in of four pints of dark 'Wicked' Rum before His Very taste of a Healthy,Well-Balanced Breakfast, His soul must be very Strong or Twice this Dead..'Once a soldier must I die a soldier'..Words that put the heart of man to rest. To carry-on...thus to Tarry-on...We must Carry-on 'Words I learnt from The very Lips of the King of the Clan..He Truelly Tarried-on, In Tarrying-on what shall we do...Bowing to worship 'Man' what oxygen shall we breathe, How many campaigns did He Launch, Sitting before this campfire chanting war Slogans,Songs and corrosive War Slangs, I believe it was his very words that made those Flames and Sparks leap this High, In the battle's very heat did he Unsheath the Heads of Three War Chieves and more. He is the African War General... Please do imagine him as he Emerges so strongly from the burning coals that attendeth the paths of a locale warlord, Steaming red foaming blood...It is a hard sight..Really not too Dark a sight for an Intelligent promising Lieutenant, Who took that last life saving accurate shot that saved 'The-Then-Fiercest-of-War- Generals, Who slung that same lethal...killing shot..Pumping in Hot-Lead into the same Man we all slaved to Save. The Sundry Deeds of a Highly Martial Mind...Appraising Salient Field Marshals and More.
The ballad of Billy Crow A man lived in the city By the name of Billy Crow He was a handsome fellow And the girls all loved him so He loved to drink the whiskey And he smoked a lot of dope And most folk who did know him They gave him little hope. One day this handsome fellow Met a girl who loved him well She was a pretty lady And for her Billy fell Then one day they got married He put a ring upon her finger But Billy he was not the type That with one girl could linger. Now Jenny ling was jealous It was just the way she was She tried to trust her Billy But she could not, because She'd seen him eying other girls With lust, there, in his eyes And Jenny she'd seen this before From her other loving guys. One day she followed Jimmy To the bar where he did drink And what she saw within that bar It made her kind of shrink She took a gun and shot her man And put him in his grave Something it did burst in her No thought to this she gave. Now she rots in a Prison cell And he lies in the ground Jealousy is such a curse But when a husband's found Making love to another girl Then this too be a curse The murderer, or the cheater Can you tell me 'Who is worse'? 10 July 2014 @ 1957hrs.
Bought and sold Come listen, come listen to this winds final gasp As a woman scurries from sight, While the tempered glow of a dying flame Shows the mass of nothing in her cold, dark face Streetlights brighten the silent shadows Held quiet as dusk approaches, But hear the sounds of far off voices Greeting the moons arrival For she bares the sin of classic doubt Of those unnamed in her quiet house, And waters wash away the aimless souls When the lies for tomorrow are bought and sold Into the hour this darkness falls In a hush of the cool of the night; And like thoughts foretold shes holds a dream Lost in a memory past It dwells not in an instant of time nor place, Nor deep in her life's encounter, Nor where a midnight so soundless waits For a tomorrow that never comes Leave her to think of lost respect, When emotion vanishes from thought; But forever is kept this moment of doubt With those who are bought and sold Hold faith forever between hope and desire Until her dreams subside Until she trembles to the touch of a hand And is haunted by those things within Listen as it ticks upon the wall, a clock A clock of age and design, While on busy streets to hidden alleys She waits for day's arrival For gone is t he sound of winds final gasp, Here in the cool morning breeze, When fate decrees its dark design To the lies that are bought and sold.
I feel so down, I feel so low Time and time again, as if, I told you so, I've been burning, since the world's been turning… Debt of despair is all I owe. Savior me, savior you, Sinner me and saint but who? How do I save my aching mortal soul? And when will I escape, from the wraths of the blue? Voodoo my soul, mystic my spirit Usher the black, so that, the white can light it, Will me your magic miracle Let it sparkle shine my instinct. Is life nothing but one big tease? What I'm after, riches won't please. All I seek, is the divine consciousness, And I'll live and die, just as I please. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet's debut book of English poetry titled "The Mystic Inferno" in 2012.
In the midst of the cynical red Lies the tranquil of the sonic of seasons, When the flesh of the cube reveals the spirit of the circle The power illuminates the magic of the reasons. Time after time, blinding the scenic eyes of the sublime Raids in, the mesmeric from within And the tempest of the melodic ferocious, The senses-euphoric settles the score of the fleetingly tragic In a hallucinating spell of the conned victorious. Run for cover? Every time fear takes over? Be enslaved by desire? Or master the Earth, wind, fire and water? Or let the mystic of my wisdom rule the heart of my kingdom, And command the path to the grandeur of my empire. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet's debut book of English poetry titled "The Mystic Inferno" in 2012.
Alone in my own ruin, This soul aches, deep from within..... (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet's debut book of English poetry titled "The Mystic Inferno" in 2012.
The fire was out, the flame was gone But one small shaft of sun yet shone And that one shaft did make a hole In that dark dungeon of my soul I saw it as it broke that crust And cast into the air was dust Into that hole my hand did thrust And deep inside that hole I found The rarest treasure all around A butterfly that spoke one sound And "love" it said, then it was bound Into the air and off it went As if it were from heaven sent The wind picked up, with newfound hope My dungeon fell away to smoke I found myself then in a meadow And that was when I saw her shadow Her silhouette was beautious fair And blowing in the wind, her hair Was moving with such perfect grace It was then that I saw her face It was the most enchanting thing I'd ever seen. But then the ring Did catch my eye. On her finger there, A golden band with fiery flair. But then and there she heaved a sigh So fraught with woe, she began to cry But my dark face must have caught her eye For when she simply turned around My heart began to leap and bound And then I caught sight of her name But NO! she couldn't be the same As the other person that I knew Of that same name, could it be true? Her name was carved there in a tree So that anyone who wished to see Would simply look and know 'twas she. Her hair was darker than before But her beauty was all there. And sore Was I to see her go with wind That did begin to blow. So pinned Against a wall behind me there Forlorn with loss then I did dare To scream into the wind with pain Her one eternal lovely name
My life, she did alter And that, I wouldn't falter. So inspirational were her words all together, As if she were a sister to Desiderata. Of our difference , we tried to patch But, alas!! there was always a latch. I tried to keep her for a year and four, But was chagrined when she couldn't take it anymore Thus we separated without tears Though our hearts wept in distress. I could have begged for her light But was held back by my pride Alas! alas! it cuts like a knife And for days, I brought myself to starve. Parting from her was like escaping from heaven, and till date, haven't found yet another haven. It was a day of sorrow, the day we parted Had chill as if slept without a blanket. the saddest of all my days. though we have parted in disgrace, I still love you like in our youthful days
In the dark of sullen night, on the road to Kiloree... Rode the finest of the castle, with his lass upon his knee... Off to wed they were, of bliss so full to brim... He in love with her, she in love with him. As the wind began to howl, on the road to Kiloree... Rode lass with lad so bold, with no care but to be free... Off to spend next hunnert years, or such as time would tell... 'Til winter's winds did cease to blow, or out of love they fell. As clouds did gather 'round about, on the road to Kiloree... Paused they for a moment's bliss, beneath the great oak tree... Off to lands imagined, found in lover's charms... He in her embrace, her trust within his arms. As lightnin' bolt did descend, on the road to Kiloree... Time was to then stand still, their future not meant to be... Off to heaven's long sought door, their dreams so set them free... In the dark of sullen night, on that road to Kiloree. SeaWolf ©
Lonesome day knocking on the door, Brand new day crawling on the floor, Wonder when my fortune Would be kind to my luck, Time is chasing But life just won't work. Twilight that guides the shooting star, Lazy poems to heal the scars, Was there ever any beginning… Or is this the end? But somewhere waits for me, My dear old friend. Fortune teller out there selling some dreams, For a while it makes me forget where I've been, Life does not offer All the answers to all the questions, In the end we are all just tired souls, Searching for redemptions. Sail away once again, into the darkness... Destination nowhere, all along with hopeless, Sometimes I wonder, If this life was a mistake? Dear coldness in sleep, Please don't leave me awake. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet's debut book of English poetry titled "The Mystic Inferno" in 2012.
Deep dark shadows crawling from my mind i looked for love but its something i couldnt find shallow water empty glasses hollow hearts and torn up faces darkened streets full of empty people all feeling dead inside at the ones who have lied find me Im waiting for you waiting for something to become true Empty hollow girl alone without a smile empty hollow girl does'nt belong in this cruel world searching her soul for the one who remains searching a dream for days empty hollow little girl will make it one day but at whose price will she pay? she made it through the darkened streets with a heart of steel wishing she could only feel feel his arms around her tight hoping for a shining bright light but he never came so in the dark she will remain feeling once like she did all over again.
Hello Daisy, What worries ye? Take it easy, Oh, let's see what is it that engages your eye! Oh Daisy, my sweet and charming Daisy, Black, White, Green, And...I know how choosy are ye! Perusing all those fifty different shades, so actively? Let's see...ah, I see you have chosen your fav as grey! Remember those days, when I got up early to meet ya? I admired you so much, in that polka-dotted red frock. You'd come oh so late, chat few moments, and say 'Cya!' Did I ever knew it hid a heart so black? You never cared for nobody, what worry can you have now? You, always so bejeweled, one could hardly see the skin! How else could I be defrauded, by mind so shallow, And thoughts so thin? Daisy, Oh Daisy, had I not been such a fool - Had I not been such an awful sissy, One who was always at your beck and call - Might have I known then, seduction is so easy-peasy! Even if not Beautiful, even if not Unearthly, Had I been so Dominating, so Grey, Had I used you, and abused you, the way you did to me, Could you O Daisy leave me then so easy? Farewell to you o heartless witch, Fairer maidens are they whose inner charm hold the sway! Know ye, it takes but little to make a heart switch, While you ponder upon your storybook wedding day, I am on my sweeter way...
In the darkness he tapped his cane The sound, tap tap tap Knowing well to return again On the path he had tapped His spirit lit a lamp inside In a private lonely place For him to see or to hide Behind his empty face Slowly tap tap tapping Where he again can find The secrets he is mapping And keep within his mind
One day a father's father died. He wept and walked with his son that night. As they walked, his son asked, "How do I become a man?" The father responded, "Follow me to a cross and I'll show you a Man." "Who is he?" the son asked. "He is the king of kings." "How do you know?" the boy questioned. The father told his son to look up and answered with tears in his eyes, "night sky is dark, but there are stars. Bright orbs of light that mock the night. And life is dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings blind sight." "But Why?!" the son demanded. "There is no why, just what!" "Believe and know why night can't stop sun's light." "Believe and know why death can't sting God's might." "Believe and know why sorrow cannot last and suffering must fade." "Believe and know why broken hearts are best, yet hearts of steel can't rise." "In these dark days of doubt and lies." "My son, in these dark days of doubt and lies." "Just know, night sky is dark but there are stars, bright orbs of light that mock the night." "And life is dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings blind sight." "He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy." "Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife." "And soon he'll come to judge the dead and rule the just." "He'll set things right." "But now my son, right now just lift your hands, let his love grab hold, and let nothing in this sordid lie of life distract from that embrace." "In these dark days of doubt and lies." "Believe and know why night can't stop sun's light." "Believe and know why death can't sting God's might" "He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy." "He steals the sting of death and brings blind sight." "Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife." "He is the king of kings, the Christ." "Believe on his name, my son, he'll make you a man." "Believe on his name and live forever."
I destroy childhoods and tear homes apart. I make you neglect your bills and blacken your heart. I'll cost you a small fortune. I'm more valuable than gold. No matter how expensive, I'm normally gone before I can even be sold. I'm readily available; you can find me all around. I could be on a back dirt road, or in a bank downtown. I out stay my welcome with the rich and dwell around with the poor. I could move in your neighborhood, maybe even next door. The power I hold is unlike any kind. I can have you falling asleep, act crazy, or just basically lose your mind. If you just try me once, I might just let you go. But, if you come around for seconds, I will own your whole soul. I can make you start thinking, seeming logical to steal and lie. That's the power in my potion, all just to get you that high. Some users of me commit crimes, some just brake down. Most have to leave me for jail or for an emergency 'get out of town.' You'll lie to your mom, lie straight to her face. Not bating a lash at all the false schemes you just made. I can make your morals foggy and you'll most definitely lose your way. You'll transform into a different person than the way you were raised. I take kids from parents and parents from kids. I turn people against God and separate them from their friends. I can be quite needy; I'll steal your youth and your pride. But, you can never escape me; I'm always by your side. If you try to leave me behind, I will make your life hell. I'll let the anxiety and shaking take over until you can't help but fail. In the future you will regret the day you tried me, they always do. Don't blame this on me alone, you came to me, not I to you. I will be your master, and you will be my slave. If our relationship progresses, I can take you to an early grave. Now that I've introduced myself, what will you decide to do? Give me a try or pass? It's completely up to you. I can deliver more misery than words can ever tell. Swallow that pill and I will lead you towards hell.
As the moon pass the dark skys it laugh and said he expected love love what love, well a dove flew by and said love he wanted what love well lord above he expected love and moon and dark sky's pass by and said is that the lord above God did he expected love Well, bless my soul of old we wanted love up above Whats love got to do with it, and the moon dansin by said lord above love love love
When we first got together we where dying to evade the vicious cycle of mistakes that both of us had made. but we culddn't figure it out so we fall out of a lovers embrace. Don't pull me up i might just break your hands sometimes we need to fall back down for us to understand Don't pull me up i might just break your hands Sometimes we need to fall back down for us to understand Im lying here in shadows hiding from all my mistakes yet they always seem to find me and it seems like i can never catch a break memories that haunt us they're replaying all of our fates giving me an uneasyness that i can't seem to shake! don't pull me up i might just break your hands sometimes we need to fall back down for us to understand. don't pull me up i might just break your hands sometimes we need to fall back down for us to understand i know you've given me all the sympathy that you think that i'm allowed. don't you know that it's killing me yes your killing me but i cannot let you down i'm gonna get up even if it's on my own i think i've had enough i'm no longer yours too drown. let are hands part now i must go away! Don't pull me up i might just break your hands sometimes we need to fall back down for us to understand don't pull me up don't pull me up i need to understand!
In the centre of the room Quietly stood Amongst the gloom A bow That gleamed Of dark wood I traced my finger Along its' curve To its' centre of inlaid bronze It quietly stood Six foot of dark wood The centre of inlaid bronze Was of an eagles' wings I was not to discover the meaning Until I was a man When I learnt of new and many things The arrows that I saw Straight and true Eagle feather flights Of brown and gold That lay quietly In a room With everything to find And more I visited the room Everyday To see the longbow That gleamed Of dark wood That quietly stood In the gloom
Darkness has now completely fallen The dark angel comes softly calling, He comes to her from within the darkest mist. All the while bringing with him a forbidden kiss, To tempt this innocent beauty that stands before him. He offers her a thousand lifetimes to see all the world, The fruit of passion he brings is bitter sweet Yet still I greedily embrace his treat, From behind the clouds the moon peaks out. the wolf sends a call to his mate with a shout, A lovers embrace awaits within the darkness. Standing before him, triumphant his golden eyes gleam Together ecstasy is reached with a passionate scream, Over and over he buries his body and his fangs deep. So very slowly through his veins her blood seeps, With a soft command telling her to drink deeply of him. The wolf and his mate finally reach their dreams. A velvet caress of his tongue across the mark he made, While binding them heart and soul with the words he said When she wakes to a world of eternal darkness , She goes willingly to be the Dark Angels mistress. With the gifts he granted her hidden in a kiss, Hand and hand they return to the growing mist .
A dark night black as could ever be I see all the shadows of my past haunting me laughing at mocking me I'd give anything to rewind erase or relive but I know they say you shouldn't have any regrets but honestly how many people can say they have none we always have what if's but on this dark night I seen a shooting star and finally things come into perspective instead of wanting to hit the rewind button hit the record button and start today as a new one and remember the past is the past and hasn't happened and the future hasn't happened so live today as its a brand new day a fresh start to help ease all of your regrets
I'm afraid now, even more. More afraid, than ever before. I wish my mom, was with me here. So there would be, no need to fear. But my mom is gone, she went somewhere else. She left me here, all by myself. She went to the store, to get me some food. I asked to go with her, but she was not in the mood. So I had to stay home, with that thing inside. Inside my closet, is where it likes to hide. I sat down on the sofa, and down the hall I turned to look. It's not real I tell myself, and opened up a book. I thought I saw something, from the corner of my eye. I slowly turned down the hall, to see a dark figure walk by. My pulse began to quicken now, and I started to cry. I prayed that it would go away, I didn't want to die. My prayers were never answered, is how it seemed to me. It moved back across the hall, by then I could hardly breathe. I wondered if I should get a weapon, something to defend myself. But I realized it would be pointless, I couldn't fight off hell. I decided to take it like a man, like I thought my daddy would do. It wasn't as easy as I thought, as nearer to me he moved. I thought about the past, had I lived a good life of mine? I had barely lived a life at all, I was only nine. By the time it got to me I was sobbing, tears rolling down my face. I pretended I was somewhere else, any other place. As it laid it's cold dark hand, upon my shaky arm. I thought for a second that this was my friend, and didn't want to cause me harm. The thought quickly disappeared, as it yanked me down the hall. With my head, I broke the fall. Into the closet, we disappeared. No one would miss me, was my only fear.
everyday we get closer to the dawning of the moon the great wonder In all times we look to not fear .to love In a childs eye i see that long ago but not far away we killed out of fear We long to be ,do not settle down . In the dark place there is longing and long dark dreams, you cant step outside, i want you to know heaven is inside the rose ,look around and you will see it too. i pray my love is endless , and death will come gently like a lover. reawaken me,so i can step inside .
Oh those buzzards flew from Barnegat, In search of easy prey. As sailors donned dark woolen hats, On frozen winter's day. Saints cared not for whom they prayed, For none a'shore had stayed. Maidens wailed through that gale, No lovers left to save. Stout their ship as so could be, In search of depth of sea. Bowsprit down into wave, No time then left to save. O'them who sailed from Barnegat, In search of easy prey. None then knew from whence she flew, That storm of winter's day. While wind so chose to hide from all, In her misty cold dark cave. That silent deep a secret keep, 'Til maidens cease to weep. SeaWolf ©
Night's so dark and day's do gray As I close my eyes and try to visulize the last time I seen Your Face I think to myself that no one will ever take your place and that you can never be replaced Night's so dark and day's so gloomy I set here asuming that you will return But knowing I my mind that you are gon and you are never coming home I makes me sad Night's so dark and day's so gloomy The thought of you not be here just sends cold chills right through me Night's so dark and day's so gray I really wish that you had never went away
"All blades perish that pierce the Dark King" - J.R.R. Tolkien "The Return of the King" Ringwraith - Morgul lord Veiled in shadow riding on a dark black steed Prisoner of his own desire for power He has become a slave of Mordor Once proud leaders of mortal men The nine drew them all to the Necromancer Now they must do his bidding The most powerful of the nine rides forth Seeking the one which their shadowy master is searching for Nine walkers set out against the Nine Riders The leader of the Dark Riders is a wraith twisted by lust for power The nine walkers have one who has resisted temptaion and who will soon be dressed in white The darkness versus the light Thus it is now Thus it shall ever be
In the depths Of your space There lay a dark star The light Shuttered from within I only learned Of its' presence When I reached in, and got burned In the depths Of your space there lay a dark star The light Never emitted I tried To open the night Nothing glittered In the depths of your space There lay a dark star Only you Can release All of the light That you hide within The internal peace Fading the night
I step ashore I now know............ What is is all for To come this far so These people mingle, my thoughts tingle These spirit lights, change these dark nights This ethereal glow Emanates from the isle Known only to us so The ones chosen to be......................... The happy Dark glassy sea, protects me Those who live, those who forgive..................... Come to be Golden lives, step ashore They now know, what it is all for What the spirit contrives, golden lives Carried by golden dhow This golden dawn, new lives reborn The golden throng This is where they belong For the life now passed, the golden soul continues to last The spirit lights, that mingle Light up the dark nights, their thoughts tingle This happy place to be So far,far away, on the dark glassy sea Is much more than I can say, for the golden spirits mingle.................. and play Spirit world, my golden light unfurled Spirit light on an island So bright
A dark day Sometimes…. Nothing stays the same Where ever you turn The wind And its' song Can never return A dark day When ever The wind hushed down For nature knows When to leave Such dark things To let them go away When all is lost Or so it seems A dark day Will never stay A soft golden sun Will burn off the frost Sometimes…. Nothing stays the same Where ever you turn The wind And its' song Can never return And so it was In an Eagles' land Such things spurned A few feathers fell No matter A Shadowfire In his heart did dwell
Gold sails of light, silently carrying me in dead of night Soft billow of golden sail, takes the lead, I hold the rail, watching increasing speed This dead of night, glassy dark blue sea, this silence, carries me Far,with gold sails of light I do not steer this vessel, I am its only passenger, my thoughts I must wrestle This glow from golden light, from sail, through the night, carries me , far on dark glassy sea No ripple disturbed, golden sails reflected on dark glassy sea, I am unpeturbed, no fear detected, for this ship only carries me No stars to guide in this dark of night, this silent ship does glide with gold sails of light For ,far ahead is an island bathed in soft yellow light is this where I have been led? For I see many gold sails, so bright! These golden sails of light, carry me back to the fold, for the precious cargo that they hold, is my soul I step ashore, I now know what is is for, my body I leave behind, a new beginning I find This dark glassy sea is not for me, gold sails of light are what makes it right, for this is meant to be For,in this new land the golden sails have spanned, carried me here For I have no fear For I am........ only me Gold sails of light over dark glassy sea Silently carrying me to island ,so bright
Dark stones........... Painted in dusky dark Deepening hues Deepening views Dusky gold Dusky dark Dusky stone.......... We are not alone Dusky stones, gather on the shore Dusky rock, beginning to flock Dark stones on a dark sea Flocking on the shore The colour night, is what they wore, or so it seemed to me The quiet rippling, of the dusky sea Gold stippling, of dusky sky Would you agree? This belongs to you and I? This dark wet glistening Quiet ripple of sea Rock listening This might be......... You or me Set on a dusky sea Dusky rock, beginning to flock Dusky sky Dusky gold, passing by For you and I, are a dusky stone For we are not alone under gold dusky sky
A mere speck on the dark blue, turning slowly Looking for you By the light of the stars Translucent glow... It is you... That I got to know... By the light of the stars Such emotion, was there all along A secret ocean By the light of the stars A caress of hand, brushed your thoughts away Your head on my chest By the light of the stars Love , reflected, in the colour of mars On the dark blue By the light of the stars A mere speck... Turning slowly Looking for you By the light of the stars
It's the children who suffer in loneliness, who feel the desolation in all its ugliness and bitterness; at such tender age,pain could definetly be an obstacle to the realization of those dreams promising to be so remarkable by leaving a mark so indelible... Those children who are left to unpleasant decisions, devastated by violence and the fear of their choices... will not refuse a stranger's kindness; and they,once afraid of strangers, become the profiteers and the abusers... doing the oppositive of what they were taught! It's the children who suffer in loneliness, who demoralize themselves when alternatives are the basic to their uncertain survival... It's the children who laugh even in tragic moments, to reject their unworthiness with clues they can't unravel! They walk in dark alleys, sleep in dark corners... dreaming of having a home: like the one they had before; don't ask for their names... they've lost their identity, because they'd rather forget... than bitterly regret! It's the children who suffer in loneliness, who pay dearly for someone's mistakes; and they sleep by day and wander by night: to find that affection that was denied them, feeling no ebarassment or shame!
Shadows, flew across my heart Dark too Such dark beauty Such mystery Shadows too, in the heart Amidst the shadows A light grew A spark... A rose... That was me Spilling out Petals falling Colour calling, I heard it shout To travel so far... Mysteries of the heart Such dark beauty, becoming light The smokiness within The battle of light The battle of dark A curious whim A curious spark Light and shadows, flew across my heart Such beautiful things Cannot rest in the mysteries of the heart
I search endlessly for this golden light I cannot rest, search with all my might This golden light I want to hold in my hand This golden light, will enable me, to leave this pointless land Its soft glow, fills me so This golden light I search far Far in to the night The soft glow I need it so This golden light, find my plight Rescue me from this dark night Set me free This golden light I hold in my cupped hand Gentle blow, watch it glow This golden light I see its' face This golden light, eternal grace Save me from the night, for you are in sight Oh golden light! I see your face, my eternal grace Soft golden glow Let me touch it so Gentle blow, fills me so Dark of night, left behind Golden light I have found This dark night, is not for me This golden light The place to be


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I tend to get annoyed with the instantaneous dismissal of creationism simply because the physical world can support itself by itself, similar arguments. Or just the general idea that theists are theists because "science can't explain this phenomenon, therefore God did it". Nobody seems to recognize that "God" is outside the box of the universe; he isn't just some finite entity made of dark matter who at random times manipulates the physical realm in ways that science can't explain... eh.. what i'm getting at is that so what if science does accurately explain event X, what if we can even use science to explain everything that happens in the entire universe!? When a creationist says that God set the world into motion, that doesn't mean that said creationist has to pretend centripetal force and inertia is made up by God-haters and it is actually the physical hand of God spinning the earth and whirling it around the sun... that means said creationist believes that the centripetal force due to gravity is God's doing. This idea can apply to the Big Bang theory as well, even evolution for all I know. When the Bible says that God created the Earth in 6 days and I hear a counter argument that goes something like "oh well the earth was actually formed in x amount of days so explain that" I just say "the hell if I know" because I don't know! Go argue against a fundamentalist! I don't know if the Bible is speaking literally at that instance or not, if so, maybe it really was? who's to say at what point in the earth's creation did God start counting? Who's to set the precise definition of the word "day" in that verse? The point is that there are too many dang variables for anyone to outright dismiss God because of what's in the Book of Genesis, unless YOU are the one reading the Bible like a fundamentalist.
What I personally get from the Bible has absolutely nothing to do with science. You can't just compare science against God like they are two conflicting views of what happens in the universe. From a purely scientific point of view, I'm saying that maybe the deists or agnostics have it right in the sense that God may or may not intervene in the physical world and who the heck knows or even cares if He's actually moving stuff around or not. Worrying over "proving" that He does or does not exists is not the point, because science simply can't do that either way! Its just an endless cycle of opinion.
The Bible isn't intended to leave you worrying about finding tangible evidence for God. Finding God is a heart issue, not a science issue. I think that is what the Bible is all about. :)
Hmmmm, but there is a definite answer for the individuals who do decide to follow God, the hard part is trying to demonstrate that He is real to those who have not yet found Him.. and what it ultimately comes down to is living the most loving life you can and praying on a daily basis that those who have not yet found Him will, because it isn't up to the believer what another chooses to believe.
Also, what about those of us that did believe but don't anymore? Many here, myself included, did in fact believe with all our heart. Yet my personal search to know this god as best I could led me from belief, rather than reinforcing it.
James wrote: Also, what about those of us that did believe but don't anymore? Many here, myself included, did in fact believe with all our heart. Yet my personal search to know this god as best I could led me from belief, rather than reinforcing it.
@ James - Yep, me too. I believed with all my heart and boy it was devastating when I lost my faith. I think it would have been better if I had never had any in the first place.
Why does it feel like my questions are being ignored?
@ Rod - No real love. I mean sure, (hypothetical situation) Jerod would probably risk his life to save you if you were war buddies or whatever, but he probably would not hesitate to tell your children they will go to hell if they don't believe in God and had better believe him, because after all, he saved your life. Christians love to pull that kind of psychological crap on children and young people. So it's a kind of tough love. A kind of twisted love, actually, when you think about it.
Wow, now you are just getting a little ad hominem and generalizing. I have been responding to Rod's questions as well as I can. I don't want this to turn into a personal battle, I have no right to do so.
Also, I would never tell anyone that they are going to hell for not believing. Who am I to make a judgement like that!?
Jerod wrote to Rod: please stop trolling me
@ Jerod - I think you may have had better luck in not having to deal with him any longer, if you would have asked him to please stop posting on your thread since you are going to ignore him anyway; than making an assumption that he is a troll because he does not seem like one at all, to me.
I guess that's what happens when a Christian comes into an atheist site preaching while trying to sound smart, failing miserably at it, and when unable to back up their claims feel they are being "trolled"..
Thanks :)
Maybe Jarod speaks in the same slang that does William Lane Craig..
"etymologically wreckless" lol I will add this to my english vocabulary..
I think Jarod went to bed, his brain got in flames. I was hoping to hear his "philosophy" on how god lives outside of "the box" that is the universe *sigh*
Ok, so what is this guilt to you, really? Something you feel in your heart, or a set of chemical reactions in the brain developed by million of years of evolution in order for the betterment of the species? I mean seriously now, is that really what right and wrong is to you? Or do you actually believe in a definite Right and Wrong. In which case I would ask you how can you possibly remain an atheist? How can Right and Wrong exist in a universe of time, space, matter, energy, and chance?
@ Jerod - Well let's see. Oh, I have a good example. I see someone unhappy; I feel unhappy. I then want to do something to make the person get back to happy, then I can be back to happy too. It really is that simple.
@Flower: Yes, so often altruism can be so very selfish! You help them to make yourself feel better, right?
Dustin wrote to Flower: Yes, so often altruism can be so very selfish! You help them to make yourself feel better, right?
@ Dustin - LOL ! It really is not rocket science.
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