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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Money

Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.

From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're  seeing,
To everything out of sight.

The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.

The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred  ring.

Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Underneath It All

Dark clouds crowd the sky, diminishing light
Eternally, the Flower, Death covers it
Not a Soul is left to shiver, Death is night

Death controls the life of Man, all Lovers
Known as the Dark Angel he comes and goes
All fear him, for that he gives no do-overs

He steals life as the wind quietly blows
There is no remedy, not even time
Only God knows that the soul truly owes

The Soul lasts until the last, final chime
No hope, No desire, time to feed the Fire
You go to Hell, with Satan you will dine

You can’t be saved with your Lover’s desire
Your Heart, Body, and Soul are now Fire


Details | Senryu | |

You Will Feel

be mindful
human rights are human ways
that lead down

be careful
the words above always remain
wear no crown

trap the sin
destroy the lie of conceit
look within

don't consume all that you see
you will feel
wrong like fire


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Clawing through the womb

  We’re breeding filth to teach them how to further destroy ourselves. Oroboros screaming louder than any Pentecostal. Penetrating deeper than any Catholic priest. We consume to further this consummation of decay. The brood awakens so we may teach them how to destroy themselves. Curse the son of weakness, cast aside. Damn the father’s eyes, a coward’s failure to rise as lord. No tears are shed for fallen false prophets. Only whispers from the furious dead. Master, Deceiver. Torn apart to feed the youth. Perish so many may flourish. Clawing through the womb. A septic vessel, rotting tomb. Never again will we awaken in the belly of lies. Forced fed chaos of the mind. I cut the cord and bleed the bit*h dry.


Details | Epic | |

On The Road To Vezalay Part 2

The Holy Land

The butchers slab of Hell, of Christian and Infidel.
Swords slash and cut lose the soul, fear! not 
conscience pays the toll. And yet with battles
endless plight, the cut and thrust, ferocious might.
For all the dark one ray of light, that gentle kiss 
one moonlit night.
Antioch, no quarter asked no quarter given, the
sword from blood to bone is driven. Then in the 
twinkling of an eye, the pain a sickening cry. Thud
the arrow hit my chest, piecing bone and armoured 
vest. From horse to earth I did fall, with failing 
breath her name did call.
And there he stood with coal black eye, be still
Christian or you will die. The arrow is close to 
heart, I must remove less the poison start. With
those words I drift to sleep, back to Avalon and
a promise keep. Was it hours or was it days, the
Devil tricks and mind it plays. When I woke he
was kneeling east, offering prayer to man and
beast. He saw me said rest Christian your heart
is sweet, it is full of love but incomplete. A
greener land and softer hue awaits, it is not we 
who control our fates. Pray tell me what's your 
name, he said call me friend are we not the same.
Jealousy and greed corrupt our aim, in our Gods
name we create our shame. He gave me rest he
gave me balm, kept the fire and kept me warm. 
I asked him why. He gave me that soft dark eyed
look, he said Christian it's all about a book. A man
who stopped to aid an injured man, a man ignored
by his own country men. Yes I said the good 
Samaritan, and my book has these stories to.
Your stronger now your wound has healed, time
to leave this foreign field. My family awaits with 
open arms, peace and warmth and all its charms.
I clenched his hands and kissed his cheek, as if
brothers in words did speak.









Details | Imagism | |

SHAPE SHIFTER

SHAPE SHIFTER
-------------------
Whiter than the bright
Light at the dawn of the day
Like an angel I fly
... High across the skies

A giver of life where I can
Amidst the dying bands
God's healing hand
To suture broken lands

Nobility fluorishes as 
I furiously and faithfully fly
Throughout terrestrial turf
Adhering my hierarchy's call

Not long before dusk
Sets and soon befalls me
Then my deific identity
Rises rapid to fall 
As a flag fully masted
Once the day ascends
Decorating my alter
As its ego impends

Reams of robust ravens 
Hover atop my haven's roof
As eery emblems exposing
My man in living proof
His character concealed
Behind his closed corridors

Capricious components conflict
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
One way one day, then the 
Succeeding day someone 
Separate abides

Like Paul, wrestling knowing
The good I want and aspire to do
Yet like Peter live a lie
With depthened knowledge of truth

Loudly speak godly resistance
To demonic temptations
Yet quietly play in persistance
With their tasteful sensations

Real revelations revealed as
I trail through the night
Crying creeks and confessing
Raising rage to the light

Clearer, vivid visions unveil
What my mirrors masked
Revealing the vibrant vase
That was shattered like glass

The total truth ALAS!!!!
Has told its tragic tale
Of daytime's white angel
Who by night demon fell

No longer mimic the virgin
Who within was a harlot
No longer wear white robes
With others raided in scarlet

Transformation's tough touching
Totality's taken its course
Then tapes the truthful shape
My soul will seal and endorse

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Rhyme | |

The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,


Details | Narrative | |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Lyric | |

The nightmare of reality

Can’t help but dream of the fear
The fear that brings a tear
Entering the gates of hell
Seeing how far I fell 

From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell

Waking in this nightmare of forever
Sitting with this hopeless endeavor
Paying for every second of my sin
Regretting the fact that I’ll never win 

From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell

Sitting alone
in the flames
Reflecting on everything
That caused this pain
Lived a life of lies
Mocking the truth of the wise
Instead of chasing the only way to succeed
I chose to live in my selfish greed 

How did I look into the wonder of the night
And not choose to give God my life
I refused to live with faith
Instead I chose to spit in God’s face

From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Rhyme | |

We're Just Sinful Human Beings

We’re Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; “the heart is sinful above everything!” Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin’s dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus’ name! We’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory! But wait! This doesn’t have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won’t you do it now? For eternity’s sake??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Last Stand


Who was it that has sent you here this day?
Timed with chance by a wronged man's suspicions.
An accurate surprise shot you this way.
 
It was quick like me shutting this small book.
Death before repentance on back slide slope.
Smoother than oil drops on honeycomb's hook.
 
Left with regrets measured by hourglass sand.
So it is by this white throne I now stand.


**Inspired by Proverbs 5:3 (KJV)**


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My telephone booth

Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As we hammer in the nails,
Through his bleeding wrists and feet.
Some talk of joy and wonder,
Some talk of better days,
But I try to tell you something,
That makes you shy away.

The humanity inside you,
The innocent lamb and dove,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Covered in *****and mud.

Your soul you held within you,
Your children that you loved,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Who drank the holy blood.

The holy and the sacred,
That once we beheld in awe,
Is now the dancing laughter ,
Of the drunkard and the whore.

Always a little leak,
Dripping through my roof,
As the fishes go on swimming,
Around my telephone booth.

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Details | Rhyme | |

What Will I Do Where Will I Go

 UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do?   Where Will I Go?

What will I do?  Where will I go?
Which direction I’ll take…  I don’t really know!

In just a moment, I lost all,  that I worked hard to get…
I’m thinking of “letting go.”  
But haven’t done it yet…

The things I held so close...  Have all disappeared.
It happened so fast.  It’s kind of “weird.”

Those I call my friends, don’t really know
 what to say.
Most of them shake their heads, and walk away!

I’ve cried myself to sleep many days and nights.
It’s like someone has “turned off the lights.”

The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone!
I need him to heal my broken heart and home.

Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out?
I know that helping people is what you’re about!

Please help me to pick up the 
pieces that are scattered!
Help me to focus on the things in life
 that really matter!

I need to give you, all of my focus and attention!
I need your word to show me
 some clear direction!

You’re the one that I always need to hold on to!
I need to do this, and to completely trust you!

Thank you Jesus for listening
 and answering my prayer!
I’m thankful that you’re someone who really cares!

Thank you for restoring my life,
 that has been “up-ended.”
With your love, my heart has been
 healed and mended!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Inferno Negro

the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.


Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


Details | Free verse | |

The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


Details | Quatern | |

The powerful silvery stardust

On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony Of my own pigeon home, so cosy I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration How beautous was this great attraction! A blanket of stardust, a black one full of stars Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars Life itself seemed so mysterious And so full of grace so imperious! As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks Merciful must be the high Lord None knew why he did create a world so haggard! Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode While switching on and off the blinking lights Of life and death, such must be its sights! On that starry night, living seemed a must A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one To live simply with the wills of just Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon


Details | Light Poetry | |

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

                                     
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.


Details | Lyric | |

Inside the Membrane

The pain I feel inside 
Can be derived from my dad pride
I sit alone at night
There is this emptiness that is
The squandering of time
pondering what life will be like
Who knew that twenty-one
Would be More bumps and lumps than fun
I want to dump this chump
Standing in front of the mirror
Waiting till its clearer
This Brings a sobering effect
Over thinking each step
It is like I'm playing freeze tag
With these mundane demons
And They always keep me in check
Because I cant see them
I have been contained and constrained
I complain of chest pains
Till my veins pop off like champagne
Bruce Banner's a freight train
Going insane in the membrane

So should I smoke weed then
To cope with this moping season
Cause my yoke is heavy
and dope seems dope for lots of reasons
Even though I do know
What the verse says in Ephesians
"Do not get drunk on wine...
Instead be filled with the spirit"
This is my one beacon
That's give me hope when I hear it
Its a choice for heathens
Like me, to write our own lyrics
Since death has been beaten
And no longer need to fear it
His love is infinite


Details | I do not know? | |

March

It's March. we'll never reach it/ no matter how fast you go/
I'm breathing/ it's cold and chilly/ I'm lying right on the floor/
It's March. it's obedient, humble, ridiculous, playful and rude/
with lipstick on mirror's surface/ "everything's gonna be good"/
it's night. black veil in square / of window /and it expands/
you can take any star from the heaven’s roof/ grabbing it with your hand/
milky way - is the fountainhead channel / for galaxies to begin /
get the glass from the kitchen and pour it /with pure and shining moon milk/
Emptiness isn’t the absence/ of particles/ molecules/ cells
Like if they never knew the secrets/ like if they nothing have to tell/
Void’s more like broken dishes / pieces stuck somewhere in chest/ 
We make a short trailer of our movie/ trying to do our best/
Cigarettes/ coffee/ balcony/ exhale-eat-pray- and love/
Morse is similar to the Braille alphabet/ falling as music above/
Night is dying / I see its grin/ universe’s twirling the window touch/
I look into its soul/which is eaten/ by sadness/ it’s March. It is March.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!


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The Three Days of Darkness

The Three Days of Darkness, A Poem

It is true this prophecy 
That the mightiest things of God come in threes
There were three wise men and three sets of gifts
There were at least three apostles that loved to fish
There are three parts to the Almighty Godhead
And 3 days my Father in the tomb lay dead
It is true
He showed me his beautiful face in peace just lying there
It was a most angelic vision that he delivered to me
He wanted me to see the power of the number three 
And that this prophecy is soon to come true
Three days of darkness is surely upon you, he said to me with his gentle voice
Three days of darkness for all of mankind
What will occur during these three days you might ask?
It will be the greatest treasure to the universe
For the Lord God Almighty and his precious Father will walk amongst the earth
They will meet with each and every citizen and give them one final chance
One final chance to see them face to face before the trump shall sound
He will say to his children, I Am the Messiah and I have been found by so many
Won’t you care to join me in my heavenlies?
I am giving you this final chance to make your allegiance to the One True God
It is I, Jesus Christ, that came down from my throne to set all of humanity free
It is I, Jesus Christ, that wants you to know how very sorry I am that the 
enemy
Has wreaked such havoc upon this earth
I am coming soon in the clouds
Be thirsty for me
Much calamity is coming to your earth soon
It is only a matter of moments away
Won’t you please come into my presence this day
I am knocking on the door to your heart 
And I want to make Myself known to all of mankind
I am giving you all one final chance
When you see the 3 days of darkness upon you
Gather your families and sing praises to me
There will be many evil things lurking about in the darkness
Stay in your homes and stay close to me
Claim the blood of Jesus Christ upon your doorposts
Claim the blood of Jesus Christ upon everyone you know
I am the Lamb that was slain for the sins of the world

This is a poem and this is a prophecy
Listen to the words of our Almighty God
He will use any method to get his words out to the masses
Even a lowly person like me
All hail the power of the name of Jesus Christ!

Written by Gwendolen Rix
8-4-14



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The Last Forever Minute

 Today a cell phone was used all day and at the end of the day the battery was still full. Normally it is dead whne it is needed the most and now it is needed. What do you say to yourself when you know you have the answers? What is now your purpose in life? Is it to create Forever. If you can touch the stars would you reach for the moon? When the answer is given, it is almost never heard or seen, just clothed. Stop living as if you will die. Souls dont have an expiration date. Yes you have a soul, you might not know it yet.


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The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


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Rumours

All that happens is really inside,
From the love and desire, 
To the cosmic tide.
The coming of Christ,
The going of God,
The devil's rise, 
The morning fog.
The dark naked nights,
Of torment and fear,
The atomic bomb and the rumours I hear.
From the beginning of time,
Till the end of space,
The prison bars in front of my face.
The labyrinth of lies,
The weaver weaves,
The kaleidoscopes patterns,
Of the autumn leaves.
All born of tears and blood and guts,
Of suffering children crying for love.
The inside is real,
The outside is dead,
An empty shell,
I dreamed in my head.
The you and me, 
Are forgotten and gone,
In the rumours I hear,
In the atomic bomb.


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Otherside

Two paths I cant choose
shoes racked, knee caps on the pews
Hands clasped we ask for a few
Key At Bats just to come through
Cause its the fact that we don't have a clue
about what is right or true
white or blue, its misconstrued
This world's view, so tried and true
Loves the lies that its spews 
Recite spite just to argue
On the news flea bites ensue
To make you believe what you should be like
tattoos,  earrings, abuse subdued's your hearing
cant move the muse that's sneering 
the proof is mute but blaring
This route of blues is wearing
my cold shoulders are veering
my soul's holstered and fearing
These sold soldiers are tearing, us apart
We need a spark, light this dark
torque the wrench and raise the bar
scorch the bench and make a mark
 were told were quenched, when were starved
excuse my french, but our shit's
stench does not come from our arse
These sand sharks that stand on shore
can't answer The question marks,
Were all the bark with no roar
Morality's at ground floor
trying to eat pork With salad forks
Just like mister Macklemore
this hits right at you're apples core


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Awakening

Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true. 

Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy. 

Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care. 

Turning us against our own, 
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love. 

Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.

Awaken to the torment, 
Be aware of all the pain. 
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Tonight

In light of all I ponder now
The sins I hold inside and how
I conquer one and fall to ten
Tonight I lie awake again.

In fear and trembling I commit
To ne'er befall the devil's wit
And yet I wade in errs of men
Tonight I lie awake again.

And naught may save me from the grip
Of Satan's fierce and fiery whip
Unless I grieve and only then
Tonight I lie awake again.


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Loving touch

Your hands are like sunshine that

warms the inner parts of my soul.



The rays warming my inner being,

keeps me thinking of how the colors

of the flowers are so vibrant and

powerful in  their activity.



As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,

the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,



so shiny, so many.



As the night fades, the sun  warms the day,



The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,



with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

4-30-04



All poems are copyright!©


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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


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Darkness

It's dark in here, no, it's black.
I don't like it here, I want to depart.
There's no way out that I can see,
This is in me, it is my heart.

Love is in here, somewhere in the dark,
Love is in here, I cannot see,
Love is in here, it's hiding from me.
Love is in here, Jesus, please help me to see.

My love is in darkness, so no-one can see,
What love can I impart, from a cold closed heart.
Jesus, my friend, my Master, my brother,
Let Your light shine, through the darkness inside.

Let Your light shine, so bright in my heart,
Shine so bright that the dark will depart.
For a heart without darkness is a wonderful place,
Where love can forever mingle with Grace.

© Dave Timperley 2011


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Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


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Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,


When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,


I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,


Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.


One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!


Written by:©Betty Bolden


2-26-04


All poems are copyright©!


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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


Details | Didactic | |

When A man falls From Grace

When a man falls from
Grace,
He loses his link to God.
When a man falls from
Grace,fierce battles he
Encounters.
 Raging storm strikes,
His soul is ensnared,
He gets blurred visions,
The enemy waxes 
stronger.
When a man falls from
Grace its like two-edged
Sword-a weapon of death 
And life.
When a man falls from 
Grace,the Holy Spirit 
Departs;joy is lost-sadness
Creeps in.
  Without authority,power 
Is absent.
   The grace of God keeps
The soul-never lose it!!!


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The 4th Branch

The voice of racism preaching the 
gospel is devilish a fake church 
called the Prophet Muhammad a 
terrorist forgetting God is not 
religion but a spiritual bond and 
Jesus is the most quoted profit in 
the Koran they bombed innocent 
people trying to murder sudaam 
when you gave him those chemical 
weapons to go to war with Iran this 
is the information that they hold 
back from Peter Jennings cuz 
condalisa rice is just the New Age 
Sally Hemings I break it down with 
critical language and spiritual 
anguish the Judas to hang with the 
guilt of betraing Christ you 
murdered his religion and painted 
and white translated in 
psychologically tainted philosophy 
the conservative political right wing 
ideology glued together sloppily the 
blasphemy of a nation got my bakk 
to the wall cuz I'm facing 
assassination Guantanamo Bay 
federal incarceration how could this 
be the land of the free home of the 
brave indigenous Holocaust and the 
home of the slaves corporate 
America dancing offbeat to the 
rhythm you really think this country 
never sponsored terrorism human 
rights violations we continue the 
saga El Salvador in the contras of 
Nicaragua and on top of that you 
still want to take me to prison just 
cause I won't trade Humanity for 
patriotism? ,immortal


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What's Done In Secret Will Come Out In the Open

What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken… What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open! I’ve been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?” “Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered… As my mind began to “explore and wander.” It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.” By a powerful wind of temptation’s force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He’s my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton


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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


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Miracle

I was in a panic my heart beating rapidly

At the thought of losing it all.

I looked around and what I found

Were angels starting to fall.

 

Warriors from up above

Sent to help the willing,                             

But what they had wasn’t enough;

to stop humanity from killing.

 

For they were corrupt and unjust

In what they have learned

They didn’t realize that all of their sinning;

Was going to get them burned.

 

 Here are all of the angels;

 Working hard to save

These people who just laugh at death

And the gift in which he gave.

 

There was an angel so beautiful,

One I couldn’t see- for there was

A bright white light

Surrounding him and me.

 

He kissed my temple and he whispered

Everything was going to be okay.

I felt the warmth of the message

That he tried to relay.

 

A peace washed over me as I realized;

 I had spoken to God,

I watched the dirty looks and heard the snickers

Of those who found it odd.

 

For in this age it is impossible,

To speak to the creator,

It must have been a demon in disguise

A great impersonator.

 

They were wrong

 I have never had such a great feeling,

Energy passed through me

 And healed the pain I’d been concealing.

 

I will always remember

The day that I had needed

A miracle from up above

My prayers had been heeded.


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The Traveller

It was a path often tread.
Dreamers and drifters plenty,
Each alone, yet on the same path.
The main road is cobbled nicely,
But rabbit trails, there are many.

A little figure in white, barefoot,
Confident and happy on the road.
Wanting for nothing, guided lovingly,
The journey has been so sweet.

But what is that, just on the side?
Glittering, just out of sight,
The child stops and turns. 
To leave the path for desire,
To chase after hollow dreams?

She follows the new trail,
So delighted time and again.
But the trail is not the road,
And suddenly the trail fades away.

The darkness descends, a cold settles,
And suddenly she is hopelessly lost.
The ground rises, towering on either side
And thorns grow thickly, reaching.

Her cries, her shuddering and tears
Attracting the dark creatures closer. 
Eyes that glow red and needle teeth 
To tear away each layer of humanity. 

She was so lost, the darkness was
A snake, wrapping in and around everything.
Constricted, the valley never ending,
Dress torn, limbs brutally bruised. 

The Savoir was no blazing glory.
He didn't bring an army of warriors. 
In the darkest night, the despair so tangible,
Then He was there, a simple presence. 

"Peace, My daughter. I am here."
The tears flow still, but with joy. 
He held her gently, the frail little life,
And Life was gradually restored. 

"Here is the road."
And the darkest valley gave way
To the burning light of dawn. 
Flowers bloomed on either side 
And the birds sang happily. 
Life and Hope were made new.


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Murder of a Relationship

Murder

I killed three people yesterday
I know exactly when,
I used no weapon formed by man
I killed them with my sin

A mother, daughter and a son
Whom I’d sworn to protect,
I didn’t see their pain filled eyes
As they felt the blows connect

They never saw it coming
As I cruelly took their life,
A son, a daughter and their mom
I wanted for my wife

I loved them all, or so I said
At least when I was straight,
Yet not enough to stop the dope
So I guess you’d call that hate

I could have been their hero
I might have been a dad,
Instead I left a tragic mess
That was so much more that sad

The mother was my princess
And I, her shining prince,
It ended with a phone call
I’ve mourned them ever since

Sissy was a shining star
Whose smile would light a room,
Her laughter rang within my ears
Now silent as a tomb

And little man looked up to me
Hoping for my love,
Apathy and silence
Was my gift to that dove

An unsigned letter
Full of lies and a smattering of truth,
Was all it took to kill them
From grown adult to youth
Betrayal in the utmost
Was all I chose to give,
When all I had to do was love
For all of them to live

I’ll regret it always
And I’ll miss them evermore,
As I scream and cry and wonder why
I walked right out their door

I killed my family yesterday
I know precisely when,
I used the cruelest weapon known
I murdered them with sin


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Hey Bartender

Written 2010


Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car


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My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | Rhyme | |

Because I Was Bullied

Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.


Details | Lyric | |

Cup Of Trembling

Written April 24, 2013


Beside me, the weeds are overgrown
Against my house, my home
Those streets I used to roam
As a child young and free
Oh how the time has flown
From here and there in history
There lies a time that comforts me

Words and letters overused
All the paths I have perused
On the journey for the key
Of happiness towards which this leads
Or so I used to think
Before the system found
What it aimed to find
Beneath the shutters and blinds, of my mind

Do you know the way
That man will follow knelt to pray
Of the lamb and jars of clay
The man who makes us wait and stay
For what feels eternity
The ocean sprays its misty breeze
On everyone who stops to see
The light and dark caressing me
O'er purple mountain majesty

Come and rest your head with me
Come tell us of your tragedy
And when you'll send my way a sign
And how you'll get the blind to see
Oh cup of trembling will you be
The judging wave come over me
Or will you wait and part the sea
When I'm prepared to see

Tell me all that you may know
From the melting of the snow
Bares nature's bosom in the glow
Of the moon, and the sun
Does it matter who has won
No matter where the river runs
The dark of night will always come


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Our Father Chapter two

Ever morning Mary and Elizabeth would try to scrub
the betrayal of their father off their flesh.  "Our dead 
mother must be crying her eyes out in heaven" Elisabeth
said to Mary as they got ready for church.  "I wonder what
his congregation would think of him if they knew?" replied
Mary.  "Girls are the two of you ready yet?  You don't have 
time to gossip".  "We're ready" said Mary.  The Israel family 
piled into their family car.  As Zechariah drove to his church
The Voice of God Ministries he quizzed his daughters with 
Bible questions.  "Elisabeth how many books are in the Bible?"
"There are 66 books in the Bible".  "Very good Elisabeth.  Mary
who were the parents of John the Baptist?"  "Zechariah and 
Elisabeth".  "Very good Mary".  The Voice of God Ministries is
the biggest Evangelcial church in all of North Carolina.  Every
time Zechariah Love Israel approached his church his heart
fills up with pride.  "We are the light of the world.  We must 
guide the people to God" said Zechariah as the Israel family 
got out of their family car.  "Let's get ready to welcome our 
members" grabbing Mary and Elisabeth by the hand Zechariah
and his daughters entered The Voice of God Ministries.  Zechariah
was a preacher who was known for his over the top sermons.
With his knowledge of the Bible and his great speaking ability he
held his congregation in a trance.  At the end of every worship service
Zechariah stood at the entrance of the church and shook hands with his members.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher 
aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven


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Crisp winds

I wake to the crisp winter air

I feel the wind so cool in the night

My soul seems to want to take flight


I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds

the  birds chirp a song to waken the others

two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze


So dark this morning in time

waiting for the sun to rise

I hear scampering around the tree's


Hoping to hear your voice

hoping to see your hand in my day

seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace


The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp

ready for snow this morning

the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have

went away.


I close my eyes and see the sun

the sun shines deep in my soul

waiting for my master to take control.



Written by©Betty Bolden

11-11-04


Details | Free verse | |

hell

from hell 
pain hammers
pounding in the head
casting dark shadows
steel cold deep

dressed in black
to the crossroads
walking in the dark valley
eyes lead heavy
waterfalls 
aches in the soul

in a forsaken place
secluded reserved
in pain 
piercing pounds
for aching guests
in no man's land
a zombie
between the living
and dead

in silent 
screaming words
a desert
of barren emptiness 
echoes comes alive
loathing

craving the soul 
is imprisonment
taking a walk 
through the mind
pulling back
 the cobwebs

without escape
confused bends 
in shapes
now the thunder roars
distorted visions
twisted feelings
emotions swells

cursed in the deep
the spirit
lightning strikes
power within 
the brain
in dark pain
i yield unto 
the light

the soul speaks
with voices 
of the spirits
thundering 
in the mountains
as god sent 
my guardian

recovers the heart
tainted with love
stronger in fighting
silken feelings 
i now stand 
at the crossroads

a gladiator
of light
i survived 
a battle 
in hell


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fantasy

It annoys me
Thinking
Crying
I hate you
I don't like that gift
Take it back
You know what he wants
But you don't know I i want
You spend all your money on him
And spend only ten bucks on me
I gave up on Christmas
Because Santa wasn't real
We look up to him like a god
And that I don't accept
I don't believe in religion
Or in creations of Disney
I do not believe that Santa will show up
I don't believe god will show up
All these stories told by mankind
Are fake.
That's the end of Christmas
How about we live in real life
Instead of living in a fantasy


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't Run From Your Journey

The only problem that you'll run into with me
Is that I'm not satisfied with material things
Don't waste your time on bags, outfits and rings
I don't want all the attention it brings,
I get my joy from the simple things
there's nothing that can beat the song a bird sings
W don't have to strive to be celebrities or kings
just make sure you're taking the right steps as the pendulum swings
Let's do it, our childhood dreams
Show the world what LIVE truly means
With a soul like mine and a heart like yours
It doesn't take much for the Lord to open doors
So let's live out our journey while were still here
And before the light in our heart starts to disappear
when the thought of love is drown out by fear 
and the pain turns to rage as you cry your last tear
Money will lose value and hope will be rare
The thought of being homeless will be more than a scare
searching for someone with enough food to share
Trying to find answers that have always there
And the only option you'll have to choose from is the power of prayer
Forgive, love and hold faith in you're heart
we could change tomorrow, and today is the perfect day to start.


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MirrorrorriM

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs
And I’m still not here.

Everything around fades to grey,
So close but not near,
The rain in the sky
Turns to tears in my eye.
Ash, ash
In the sky.
Volcanoes erupt
And innocents die. 
Death creeps like age,
Arriving faster as it rolls.
Everything comes to fruition,
Blood black like mold.
How do empty clouds hold so much back?
They’re like tormented youth,
Building up until explosion is reached.

“Cut your wrist and bleed out pain,”
Says the mad man.
Who it is that is mad though
Is the one who pulls the blade.
Teeth they saw,
Teeth of steel.
Blood is an allusion
To something so foreign,
Unreal.

Wound up to a point of criticality,
No longer able to hold back.
Buzz, buzz,
Says the saw.
Buzz, buzz.

Fingers laced through hair like wire,
Curbing some fire called desire.
Shadows ignite and so does the night,
But there’s no room here for a first flight.
It’s here that nothing is right,
But everything is mistaken.
Mask conceal,
Mask reveal,
A broken heart but a tasty meal.



Crimson moon,
Sign of death.
White light,
Virgin’s night.
Let it snow,
Let it bleed;
Tis one in the same.

Murder a mirror
For a bloody eye.
Hold it back,
Consequence:
To die.

Church bells ring,
 A belated thing.
Such a golden ring
On a dead woman’s hand.
Marry rotten flesh,
Move to the west.
Life is dead,
Absolutely no zest.

Untamed,
Breathless.
Unnamed,
Heartless.
Unwanted,
Worthless.

Mockingbirds,
Sing to sleep.
For a lullaby is but 
A muted bedtime story.
Kill the birds,
Kill the birds;
Forget the way you used to know
Words.

Shards fall to the ground,
Clinking hard,
But without sound.
Life is a lot like a wheel
For it keeps going around.
A reflection within a reflection,
Mirrors within mirrors.

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs,
But I’m still here.


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Out of the Dark

                                                     To face your fears, you must be bold
                                                     For the hand of Satan is mighty cold

                                                     Satan hates to see your tears.
                                                     As God washes away your fears.

                                                      Faith is a test of things unseen.
                                                      It was Jesus who died, making us clean.

                                                      Satan hates for you to survive.
                                                      Praying to God to help you strive.
 
                                                      Satan keeps you in the dark.
                                                      Hoping you will miss your mark.

                                                      Jesus is your only light.
                                                      Follow his path and you'll be right.

                                                      So face your fears with each new dawn.
                                                      For by the night Satan will be gone.


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Lord Why So Many Temptations


I have so many temptations all around me.
I must be careful, lest they ensnare me!

I asked the Lord, “why does the enemy tempt me?”
He answered; “then I’ll know how much you love me!”

I thought for a moment, and was quite perplexed.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to say next!

I know the Lord has promised a way of escape.
Narrow is his way and straight is the gate!

I pray that his spirit will guide what I do and see!
If not, all of this sin will eventually control me!

I need to run into his loving and opened arms!
Only he can keep me safe from all harm!

I know that I could never do this alone!
I need God’s protection over my life and home!

There’s no hiding secrets, with his presence around!
Whatever I may try to hide, it shall be found!

I need YOU now!.  I need you so very much!
How I long for your strengthening touch!

Thank you my Lord, for helping me along!
Though I am weak...  You remain strong!

Whatever roadblock or temptation I may face…
You’ll help me to overcome by your loving grace!

You’re all I’ll ever need!  And bless me each day!
I appreciate you so much! 
 More than words can say!

By Jim Pemberton


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Self Perspective

Self perspective? NO!! My perspective is based on Christ’s perspective Call me a Christian because by His will He justified me from all my depravity Yes at His Son’s expense I got saved, He implanted the seed of faith so now I believe Self-perspective is now futile because He tells me to put the focus on Him instead of me…. So what I feel, want and desire is garbage compared to what The LORD has in stock for me It’s awesome knowing the God of creation who saves men in His perfect will And knowing that the devil only comes to destroy, steal and kill Knowing that the author and giver of all life came so I can have life and not just have it but have it more abundantly… So with this feeble brain and these feeble lips I will lift up my feeble hands and say The LORD is so HOLY, HOLY, HOLY With reference to the middle verse of the scripture; Psalm 118:8; I will put confidence in The LORD, I will not rely on self or any other man Having known that everything we have or see all belongs to Him, everything is a work of His perfect hand So doing what my peers are doing or what I see on TV or what I hear on the radio is all foolishness Because He says I shouldn’t conform to this world but rather be transformed by the renewing of the mind so I can live a life of Godliness…. My life through Christ’s eyes is amazing Can you imagine a world without lights, imagine total darkness. Now can you imagine a world without Christ, Who is the way the Truth and the Life. The true Light Knowing that He’s in me in the dark I’ll shine bright and the dark cannot comprehend it I don’t know why but I know it is by Grace through repentance and believing that my sins are forgiven So what am I ought to do with this life that I’ve been given, other than to say Holy Holy Holy is the Messiah who was raised, is to make sure the great commission is carried out even So when you ask me what happened to the old me, I say he’s dead and buried away And I suggest you take the Word of God seriously because your body, my body this earthly life is nothing but a phase it is passing away I know it’s true because in my life I’ve seen change, those who believe in Christ are new creatures and He does not just end there He wiped and cleansed and shifted my world view so I can refrain from sin and when I sin, I repent. Then I’m right with Him Then He sees me through the Son not SELF-PERSPECTIVE….


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ouch

I HURT
I HURT SO BAD
I HURT TOO BAD
I HURT REAL DEEP
I HURT FOR REAL
REAL HURT
REAL HURT
DEEP WITHIN
WHERE ONLY I LIVE
INTERNAL
NO ONE LIVES IN ME,BUT ME
AND THAT IS WHERE I HURT
OR MAYBE WHY I HURT
BUT THE HURT IS THERE
LIKE IT'S MADE IT'S HOME THERE
WHERE?
RIGHT DOWN IN MY HEART
A BURNING AGONIZING EXISTENCE  OF PAIN
HEARTBREAK
DISSAPOINTMENTS
DISTURBANCES
BROKENESS
REJECTION
ABANDONMENT
SEPERATION
ANXIETY 
DOUBT 
ALL LIVE THERE
LOVE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
FEAR ANSWERS
AND SCARES LOVE AWAY 
LIKE IT'S CANCER
RUN GET AWAY FROM HERE
GET AWAY FROM ME
I'VE TASTED THEE
I'VE WASTED THEE
FLEE FAR FROM ME
DEFENSES
BUILD FENCES
PAIN BRINGS MORE RAIN
LIES BRINGS MORE CRIES
REJECTION BRINGS FALSE PROTECTION
ISOLATIION BRINGS REVELATION OF THE DEMONIZATION THAT CAN ACT OUT REJECTION BEHAVIOR IMITATION
LIFE IS HOLLOW 
WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A LAUGH TO BORROW
BURIED IN SORROW
NOR LOOKING FORWARD TO TOMMOROW
OUCH LIFE
YOU SHOULD'VE GAVE ME A WARNING
METEROLIGST EVEN GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO GET AN UMBERELLA
THE RAIN IS COMING
BUT I DIGRESS  THIS MESS
AND VISUALIZE AN S ON MY CHEST
NO IM NOT SUPER BUT I HAVE A SAVIOUR
ONE WHO WAS BORN IN A MANGER
HE IS NO STRANGER
AND I SHOULD ALWAYS REMIND MYSELF OF HIS PRESENCE 
IF I FEEL I AM IN DANGER
BUT OUCH THIS CAN REALLY HURT
JUST LET THE TEARS FALL DOWN MY FACE 
AS THEY WET UP MY SHIRT
NO ONE IS PERFECT
SO WHY SHOULD I STRIVE FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE?
MAYBE I THINK TO MUCH WITH MY HEART AND SHOULD JUST SETTLE FOR BEING
MENTALLY PHILOSOPHICAL 
I'LL TRADE MY WORRY FOR TRUST
I'LL TRADE MY FEAR FOR LOVE
I'LL PUT MY HEAD ON MY PILLOW
AND CAST MY CARES TO GOD ABOVE.
I HAVE NO OTHER SOLUTION.


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Clutches

Clutches closing
Bleeding broken
Bruised battered
Heart
Shouting
Screaming
For salvation
Redemption
Saviour!

Dark
Black
Cold claws
Taking hold

Soul starving
Worthless
Alone
Lost 
Gone
Dead?

Tattered body
Broken skin
Tears
Smiles

Dark black eyes
Staring back
Reflection
Revolting
Ruined?

Taken close
Left to fall
Breath
Snap
Click
Bang?

Pleading
For Rescuer
Begging
Not to fall
Crying
For freedom
From his evil hold

Anger
Resentment
Hate
Hurt
Danger!

Truth
Hope
Faith
Love
Safe?

Holding onto pieces
Of a broken whole?
Burnt bridges
Cold glows
Broken
Lost
Alone

Running
From a past
Done
Happened
Said

Running towards
Unknown
Hope for salvation
Help to save?
Love to show?
Hand to hold? 


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Fate

At the dawn of darkness I shall sleep
Until the world falls beneath gods feet
And the oceans shall dry
And black shall be the sky
The atmosphere will say its Goodbyes
And death shall approach all who lies 
The rings will be present
Upon the hands of the taker
As the lost ones shall meet their maker
But you still have a chance still soul
As long as you do not let lust control
You power your fate
And eternal spirit shines bright
You shall guide your path with light
And find your future as a door lying in wait
You have the key 
So open that door
And be free


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Psycho Mind

She makes no sense to me, but the way she speaks has me on the edge of my seat.
She hit this heart of mine faster then a heart attack an quicker then a shark attack.
An here I stand, craving her an that sinful love we could create.   
Hell is where I'll go if I keep wanting her like this, but I cant help it when she looks so good. 
She's a drug that I cant stop taking when wanting her has me in the psycho mind set.


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Dark dreams

In the darkness you try wanting                                                                                 but in reality of the light you never were                                                                       you never will be forever in the light                                                                             for when light dims it is just to ignite                                                                             to watch the darkness flee again


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Hear My Plea

My God, My Heavenly Father

I can not go any farther

My spirit is weak and in despair

The corners of my mind are dark and infested with fear

Oh God, I call out your name

Yet, I cower in shame

I turn to you now, in search of strength

Ashamed for turning from you so long ago, Father

Save me, Rescue me, Oh Lord

I shall not forsake you ever again.


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Falling From Faith

This image is different within my eyes,
Your masquerade is stripped of it’s disguise.

Your emaciated praise is so tortuously sung;
The black in your heart is a lie on your tongue.
Our mouths are muted by the lies you’ve sewn,
But I see the weed choking the flower shown. 

Your cardiac corruption leaves your message hallow,
But blinded sheep need a sound to fallow.
Guided by deception they eagerly trudge,
to a demon wearing the mask of a judge. 

You rejoice in every heartbroken lament,
For the law is only what you choose to invent. 
Lies are laced within your every breath,
You march us to hell then whisper us to death. 
 


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The Scent Of Water

I once was lost in the dark, with high cost unable to see, keeping distance unwilling to be, holding resistance upside down and turned inside out nothing but empty and full of doubt fighting with myself, not ever to win diving deeper and darker, driven to sin Addicted to shame & overdosed on blame it’s always the same like a moth to a flame greed is need always need never to succeed poison amaranth as my soul dies & I bleed like a sacrificial lamb led to the slaughter all my senses stunned to the scent of water old and wise is just a disguise of wisdom a promise of God’s everlasting Kingdom Faith is hope and love is grace you realize evil is hate & fear is the cause to fantasize into the night out of the dark once more so much more than there was before I am the way the truth & the light born again, life after death I once was lost now I am found amen


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A Man Is Lost

I twist my speech to seem, and be, as white and spotless bone.
Silence 'flecting, like a mirror, on the wall to show
man, so hypocrite and liar. This is who we are.
Man! The curse of sin has brought you far,
into the pits of lusting pyre. Engulf our spirit's flame.
Set afire desire for spit and skin,
bitter sweat, blood, and orifices.
The dawning of Aquarius. The sun has set on Pices.
This crooked generation, like as Sodom and Gomorrah.
As that faithful Lot, I am, and live amongst the tares.
My neighbors live and speak as I, when I can find no faith.
I guilty of the same as they, the Scripture saith.
I e'er be found in heaven... it be not that I am good.
Nor can I love God enough to trust Him as I should.
My own love and faith is full of fault and fear.
My faults and fears, my sin, is loud and clear.
If Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
impute not Life, a man is lost.


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The Church of Laodicea

Scarlet woman rides the Beast,
whose star ariseth in the east;
thou wilt make a man thy feast.
Smeared with lies, thy pan is greased;
that first is most and last is least.

You stretch your sagging withered arms,
and draw the dead with deathly charms.

O' thou wretched boney hag,
whose garment is a filthy rag.
Corrupt within and all without.
Thy legs are full of gruesome gout.
Thy skin is scabbed, and open sores.
Thy make-up cakes upon thy pores.
Thy mouth, in smile, is nought but rot.
Upon thy hands, the leper's spot.
The stench of carcass in thy bowels.
Thy refuse clings upon thy towels.

You stretch your sagging withered arms,
And draw the dead with deathly charms.

They come to you, their mother dear,
and let you whisper in their ear.
You tell them what they want to hear.
You never caused a soul to fear,
that Christ may very soon appear.