I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder who it bores.
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say...
I worry the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
© 2011 ~JSLaM
* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
Vast oceans of light
In the night flowing over us through you and me cant you see
Now there it is again light light love so faithful
Ever seeing clearer there is again light light light treasures so unmeasurable in
Small weak vessel there is again light light light light
Oh ignites a fire consuming all
There yet nothing lost light light light light light
Rising brighter than yesterday will ever be light light light light light light
Under his guiding care
Everlasting so good there is again light light light light light light light resting in
Reassuring Eternal Salvation Union with God Receiving Rewards Election Completely made whole Time Is No more death sorrow or pain
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
I can't believed I
Missed all the
That You gave me!
I know now that I can't live my
Life without you!
Living here knowing that I
Can still have you in my heart is my
Only joy. I'm sorry I didn't believe in all your
Messengers until it was almost to late; but
I'll try to live the rest of my life for you
God, be with me and help get through these last days!
If You Think...
If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then
You must have been building castles in the air and thus
Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where
Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where
Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers.
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons
Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
“Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish.
Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
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F ailing to do this is simply detrimental to one’s own health.
O ften it’s done as a very last resort before madness sets in.
R eality dictates that vengeance is venial and vindictive.
G oing forward on an ethical and moral journey towards a more sublime goal
I nvolves practice in this humble virtue as well as others.
V erily it is the key to releasing one’s self from a prison of one’s own making.
E ventually, I’m told, practice of the virtue with prayer makes for a happy life.
Filled with anger
Or lost hope, can't decide.
Running into you, I'd be back at
In my best interest to let it go, but its
Very difficult when my
Ego gets in the way. I want an apology first,
Nothing else. I don't care if you beg or plead. It's
Easy to show up and say you want me back
Somehow I wouldn't believe you
Shows I'm not ready to forgive you
< Fluff of billowy clouds
Looking like they have Angelic faces
Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth
Forecasting peace for all mankind
Foresakes for all sinners
If this night you suddenly find
you have lost all faith in mankind,
need I say anymore, I care.
A resourceful comrade, I’ll be -a
friend in your dreadful green se-a.
I'm willing to help guide your boat;
sailing wild, can we keep her afloat?
Right now, waves seem brutal, unfair,
behind us spite-filled ships bear down
like dead weights leaving us to drown.
A quick look to heaven reveals
bridge of mercy for such ordeals.
Overwhelmed, I found when despair
troubled me, then I learned to tread
water - a sure hand ‘neath my head.
I know the pardon He can endow;
will faith in mankind help you now?
Ease into this slowly and share
your forgiveness with stormy souls.
Mind, you must give God the controls.
written for Roy Jerden's word acrostic contest
by Reason A. Poteet, 2/13/14
It began as a struggle many years ago
The struggle that only the brave fought for years
It was the dream to them
A dream they wanted to leave for their young
It is today that make the accomplishments of their fight
The fight that thousands sacrifice their lives for
It is today where a free man wanders on earth fearlessly
Today their dream has manifested
As the dawn has come to a nation
A nation that has grown from strength to strength
He walks with his head held up high
Happiness covers his pure innocence
He is a free man of South Africa
Black as coal and strong as the lion
This is the land of all people who lives
And share great history together.
This is the country filled with wonderful people
I love my country
G iven unconditionally, a
R ansom has been paid
A nti-Semitic ignorance could not stop his way
C rucified and he rose , his gift abound today
E ntrust all you have , his love shall heal thy pain
Justified by faith
Every day of my life
So very merciful to me
Unto all who will believe
Saved by the blood of the Lamb, Jesus the Christ
By: Glenna Freeman
In honor of My Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ
Never getting over love is hard. When all your heart wants to do is cry out in pain. Always trying to understand happened that night you walked in and seen your love gone with another. Leaving nothing behind but the pieces of your broken heart.
Making you feel like a criminal of love because of the risk that you took. Just to be together. only to have the world proving you wrong and showing you that no matter what's gifts you give to false love. You can never make it real.
Assume you have to ask questions and you
Can mess up. You
Can apologize and make it up by
Offering to help
Understand a problem and
Never pretend to empathize. Just
Treat people right
Ask to hear both sides of a story
Before making one evil, another inheriting all glory
Illustrate what you preach
Learn why things work
Indecisiveness needs to stop, make up your mind
Trials and tribulations will test your character,
Yield happiness and calm, life will be a delight.
Holy One, God's own Son, PIERCED for me
Every sin, put Him there, on that cross
What love, I know not why, SAVING Grace
Alone, apart from God, The Father
Separated, by your sins and mine
Pardoned, by His sacrifice, He GAVE
I, so unworthy, yet so grateful
Everlasting assurance, FINISHED
Restored, through Christ's shed blood, I AM FREE
Conquering death, Jesus ROSE again
Even now, sitting at God's right hand
Day and night, I thank Him, PIERCED for me.
Written on 2/25/2015
IF THE SON HAS SET US FREE
WE ARE FREE INDEED
and the people said
Yesterday I proved to myself that
All of my enemies and even some of
My friends were justified in hating me.
Troubles that I had started
Seemed impossible to rectify.
So I planned on removing myself
Far away from all of them -
Away to the ends of the earth.
Now just a day later, I know
It will never make sense. It
Looks irresponsible to abandon ship
As if troubles ever go away.
Though we try to rationalize them,
They're going to follow us.
Here is how I will face my friends -
To apologize will be hard but I will
Stay the course, run the race and win the prize.
Oh, remorse is so beautiful.
I am sorry and I have come to
Believe - “I am sorry” are the loveliest three words
In the world. They lead to forgiveness -
Yesterday I was wrong.
written for Roy Jerden's Yesterday Acrostic contest
Hold your horses just for a minute
Awaken from a sleep, seems so infinite
Look around you, seek beyond what your eyes' limit
Take the chance to meditate - Quiescence, offer it.
Arose bountiful crimes diverged - evolved
Forgiveness - Generous hearts initiation
Jailed kindness lulled, Music now on play
Quiet, realize, STOP, think
Understand vagues, work out excemptions, yawning ZOMBIE?
Look, listen, love, learn lots
Find for forgiveness, for freedom - FORGIVE
STOP such second - SOUL'S SILENCE.
' Wires - Acrostic ... '
S incere, Specific
O mit Object
S ad Subject - Suspect
O pen, Optimistic
R egret - Realistic
R Reflect, Request Revisit
Y ou, Yet …
' Misunderstandings ... '
I Did Not Mean To Offend You
I Say This With Regret
I Have The Highest Regard For You
… Admire With Deep Respect
I Would Never Insult You
Or Belittle, Or Upset
Not Knowingly, Nor Callously
My Affection and You … Have Met
So, If Our Paths Cross, or Get Lost
Please Forgive, If You Can’t Forget
For The Words Of Your Soul ( Now Silent and Cold )
Still Haunt Me … Even Yet …
When I saw him upon the cross my heart and mind did ache.
How I could allow this to happen, I must do something, I thought.
An Angel came into my soul, saying he would be reborn.
Three days, then he will rise up into heaven, not to forsake.
Easter day will be remembered for the day he rose to be sought.
Angels will rejoice his rise into his father’s kingdom newly born.
Stories of healings, miracles performed; journeys he did make.
Telling of his sacrifice for all humankind, our salvation bought.
Evil finally destroyed as the earthly waters and mountains are torn.
Revelations tells of his ultimate glorious return, for our soul’s sake.
My soul embraced promises the Angels sang and continually taught.
Every hour, minute, I watched my heart sank into painful scorn.
Another Angel came to me, said do not falter his word, or break.
Never forget the love and companionship, all the happiness he brought.
Sincerity and remembrance is what our lord desires with blessings to adorn.
Take these words and sights to the future; tell them it was no mistake.
Our Lord in Heaven, Gods Son, will return; when final battle is fought.
My children are forgiven all sins; listen closely for the sound of Gabriel’s horn.
Every believer with true love, will live forever, there will be no way, for to fake.
Sponsor Gwendolen Rix
Contest Name What Easter Means to Me
Trip to the movies to see ship submerged,
Teasing and torment has been Friday's fare.
First an argument o’er who's to go first,
and not-so-nice nephew pulls brother’s hair.
In revenge, the other bloodies an arm;
loud wailing ensues from crocodile eyes.
It’s time to go home now, they’ve lost their charm.
Six-year old twins – a shipwreck, pint-size.
Resounds in his head.
Until today he
Gave up everything.
And today he
Dug his heals into the
Dirt. He gave it all to give
In. Tomorrow will be worse than what
I think of the years between us and
Little snippets of our journey floods my mind.
Life and all it's roads at times difficult
Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the
Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs-
Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses
Always giving way to that better me, better you
Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart
Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you
Be not afraid of what s to come
Everyone is given only what he or she can bear
Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter
Our fears, - the joy and all these years between us
Underneath it all there lies our blessing and
Redemption in the form of this friendship
For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven"
Remember is the sweetest prayer
In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment
Even as we are wrong, we are in his light
No man can take your soul, so walk
Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
Real positive season
A month of fasting,
Magnanimity, generosity ,and maidenly
A time to give up ugly saying and acts
Am I lucky?
Not sure till the end of it.
Here is where I belong
Here is beside you I shall live
Here we shall make love
Here were our pact live
Here will be our home of joy
I was taken aback by your courage
I quiver as you look at me
Your eyes were blazing like gold
As I abase myself to your figure
Little boast did I have as your smile rack my nerves
Your presence opened many thoughts
The thought that were trapped in my belly button
Here I am
This is I who you once dreamt of in the days and night
This is l that you shared something stronger than stones
This is I who whispered to ear with a harmony voice
This is I that will forever be your guide
Here I am
The time has come for me to hold your hand
This is the time I give you my all
This is our time to show the skies that have seen us.
To all wo crave turkey...good appetite and good health!
Utilize your skills in creating charm in a bright dining room.
Round up the best ideas for success, ask if you need help.
Kidding yourself is absurd, get all the help from friends.
Enamor yourself with dinnerware and silverware that match.
Yearn for an athmosphere so warm, cheerful and elegant.
Allow kindness when dealing with kids who spill apple cider.
Nobody should be privileged to say Grace but the host.
Dance afterward with everyone in the decorated living room.
Papa can smoke his cigar, if it doesn't bother the guests.
Unity should be stronger on this day when all thank the Lord.
Major issues about noises, caused by children, should be ignored.
Pretend that Thanksgiving Day is the last one they'll ever see.
Keyboard should play Hymns of thanks, not songs they all like.
Inside the fireplace, the red log crackles reminiscing Thansgivings past.
Nag not when the dog chases the cat under the table...laugh!
Parents should be soft, not harsh...let Thansksgiving be a fun day!
Inside the fireplace the log crackles...reminishing of Thanksgivings past.
Endure the screams and the fights a little longer...no child is an angel.
Say the final prayer of gratitude as everyone bows their heads.
Abortion and Baby Dumping
The umbilical cord you eliminated before my existence
You conceived concealed the gift from its creation
Deceived and destroyed the destiny that was given to the world
Now you asking me, what gives you sleepless night
Don’t be a hypocrite you have been swallowing your own vomit
No-wait we all are at fault because we allowed this to happen in homes and society
Sexually sensitive and spiritually sick
Why open for sexual pleasure and reject responsibility and accountability
The blood of the innocent crying from the ground-souls we have all murdered
Turning girls into holes, dumping babies, chasing pleasure that is under world delusion
Heart full of evil while lips speak love-drinking blood by killing offspring
Outward beauty while mentally incapacitated-lawlessness life, it’s the life they chose
Feeding on lies, faded in freedom, self-will in pleasure, decaying society
While government set the veil – system collapsed and still won’t acknowledge
Sick of psychologists, spiritually blind and morally corrupt-saying do thus at will
Policy is just logic, written words, practically off, wishing the problem is all in their head
Church turned in a business place, wicked theology exploiting the poor-in it for self
While evil and corruption take over the nation – God is the manager allowing evil
Hearts divorced from truth – these painted priests and pastors got real saints misunderstood
Annunciation by media, misleading the nuns, church-good girl lost in lust as love
I feel sorrow in soul, remaining breathless each day
40 babies dumped per month – I wonder how many are aborted
I know your soul is turning cold – knowing all the babies you have aborted and dumped
I know you have excuses just like any other person – no, yes I sympathize with your evil deeds
Heart concealed in subconscious of blood – mind covered by deception of unwanted babies