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A Solstice


God ... thoughts of death mourning a loss,
one after another, like falling hailstones cracking the tiles
of the substance of things not seen            but feared. I could care less
God ... it's the longest night of my years                   caught in the toils 
of doubts, of despair, of the sound of falling ice
that reverberates inside                                  my faith in sudden slices
and outside this pen for sheep-raising                          still in fertile soil
I fail to get over the fence without a stile

Impotent to kiss resignation's toes
advocated by those who want my obedience             and my tithes at all costs 
A version of the interpretation of the oral traditions already translated into lies
Greeks, Romans, Monarchs, Despots, Rulers, Reformists, Stoics... 

Impotent to listen to the duty of the silken stole
              that pulls my crackling faith into its coils
Impotent to accept sacred writings chosen by lot
Impotent of praying more and thinking less
Impotent to breathe, to see, to walk through wind-blown salt and s  i  l  t 
measuring a time ... dark and lost

God, a profuse bleeding from a ruptured soul                           refusing to clot
Thoughts of death like tears of ice

when the electrocardiogram yells  h     h     h 
                                                   e  p  e  p  e
                                                      l      l       l p ... Where will be the lice 
to suck my sins and tics?
to cough and gag and vomit my unfulfilled temptations into a cist? 

My time of death has expired long time ago. Do you noticed it?
                                                            do you care about it?

Thoughts of death tickling upon my bare soles
I'll be nobody without a tag swaying from my toe

The night at its farthest point from                      the Sun and still so close
I need to believe it
God ... You need to believe it
I can kill you if my faith is lost 


Copyright © Ruben O.

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You Took My Place

Amazing love,
Amazing grace,
You gave Your life,
You took my place.
I should have died,
On Calvary's tree,
But You stepped in,
And died for me.

What can I say?
What can I do?
To show my love, 
My gratitude?
To You my Lord,
My Savior King,
For becoming my
Sin offering?

Here is my heart,
Here is my soul,
Come Lord Jesus,
Take control.
The old is gone,
You've made me new.
You died for me,
I'll live for you.


Copyright © Kim Merryman

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Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
fall for nothing 
may stumble along the trip 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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One more morning,after one more night,
One more thanks for keeping things right,
One prayer to bed,one as you rise,
Good morning God,thanks for another sun rise,
Prayer is the fuel that keep us going,
Through troubled times,pray for strength keep rowing,
And without fear step out,face the unknowing,
Although all around negativity blowing,
Every day,even one positive seed,try sowing,
Within my veins,God love is flowing,
God is my friend,the devil,not interested to know him,
Here comes the garbage truck,over there throw him,
Don't just say you love God,pray show Him,
Remember prayer keeps us,spiritual growing...

Copyright © Richard Palmer

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Fighting God

You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide now your expectations and my anger collide because your blessings seem to always find a place to hide I try to be my own guide then you caution me and call it pride very little, you want me to decide and you say I’ll be okay by just being on your side I’m tired and have kept all these talk aside following my own path and taking my ride my self belief has beaten faith landslide everything about you in me must suffer a genocide your rules and ordinances, no more will I abide if serving you comes with trials then I wish my loyalty had long died and the dividends of my worship to you, just divide Lord God! Now I know twas an uneasy stride now I understand, your blessings and my discipline must coincide now I’ve seen that your love is so high and wide and hating you is like becoming the voluntary victim of a homicide I said you do not care, please Lord, I lied Your ways are mysterious indeed You searched my heart and all you saw was greed because only my desires and blindness I feed and you knew among the wheat, I’ll be a weed. Despite I, not taking heed You were still patient and ever ready to lead You never gave me what I wanted nor stick to my timing but at the appointed time, lavished me with all I need while watering my entire efforts’ seed. Thank you heavenly father! Leaving your presence, I now forbid and serving you wholeheartedly is henceforth my utmost deed.
for the poetry contest "Fighting God sponsored by rob carmack

Copyright © Funom Makama

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A talk with Him

Outside, a table awaits idle: I join as though it was my companion
Pondering about life as if it were water appeasable to the deepest canyon
Trees and scattered leaves waving alongside the lake facing the north; sighing
Opportunity after opportunity, oh how Ungrateful I am as I whisper to him crying

" A work in progress I am Lord, assist as I sprinkle the ground below with my tears
  Lead me and guide me for I shall follow you through out my years
  Let your word be used as a sword to fight against my enemy peers
  Unseal your lips Father for your words of wisdom are therapeutic to my ears"

A canvas set aside of unfading colors; a mirror painting of the Lord above
My knees gently caress the pavement thanking him for his everlasting love
Caterpillars gather around to celebrate and form to butterflies within my chest
Thanking the Lord once again, for I know with Faith he will conquer the rest

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT

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Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

Copyright © Alyssa Waters

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Wrapped in the arms of nature, a breath and breast to rest upon,
I am one with the energy flowing from the male and female elements.
I do not fear my creation, my parent bore not a sinner into this world,
They bore a life to tend to the harmony of nature, not a destruction of it.
From my hands became the power to manipulate my world, it is mine,
To do no harm, to use these hands to heal, to help, to empower others.
My voice does not sing in chapels, it speaks to the particles of life, energy.
Institutions have no place for me, for I am among the trees, swaying in leaves.
I harvest the energies of objects, drawing in the positive nutrients they deliver.
There is history to the craft that I have not put to memory, my body knows,
It is in my blood, the connection between me and the moon, 
no bookstore self help nor religious books could ever explain the belief.
Would a witch by any other name be feared or respected, I seek not that label.
Pagan, history thrives on bare bones that brought magic into this world,
The roots of witchcraft, smothered by invading investments of other religions.
I do not know the teaching of such, but I know the Earth and she speaks.
I create my universe from the powers she allows me to have, I earn my life.
Love, that is what makes religion, love for self and for others, true love,
And with the rituals I respect that harmonious flow, from the love of me outwards,
With this hands speaking in rhythm with my heart, I evoke the powers,
Inside the energy of my aura as I stand beside you, you will know, you are loved.

For contest: religious poetry non christian
religion wiccan
date 10-6-2014

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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The Instincts of Innocence

I reflect upon a word -
To understand more fully what it means,
I think of what it conjures up for me -
childhood times -
 those times when I believed all I was taught
from silly things like Santa Clause
 to sacred things
            like God and true religion.

The way I accepted and then reacted to 
my mother’s definitions  of what was wrong and right
  I think is how I might define 
           my instincts ….. of innocence.
Having learned well right from wrong in my youth,
            my instinct was to feel shock or dismay
when I saw others doing      things I deemed immoral,
especially when the doers were those that I looked up to
           inside the parameters of my own church.
However, my tolerance for others’ evil doing 
  increased year by year, 
            Even in my youth, I never judged them outright.
Those girls and boys that slept around through high school
              were judged inside the silence of my mind.
       I never shunned them.

A few more decades passed. 
      Religion’s walls around me were wearing down.
  I never did cement the cracks in my walls’ foundation
      as did some others in my community -
               others who sought to strengthen their own walls
    with instincts of innocence espoused inside
                        the sanctity of chapels.
When was it I let my childhood instincts  totally crumble?

Generally more tolerant than many of my friends
  that I grew up with, I saw “other” people
with eyes that rarely blinked  at what I deemed to be audacity.
Those with different customs, or with strange new religions
          I have accepted in my life and tried hard not to judge.
Some things, however, I cannot tolerate.
             Societies that put their women down and 
people who abuse the weak, emotionally as well as physically,
Never will those actions I accept.

Now I ponder this: Are the instincts of innocence simply tied
          to what we learn as children?
I have seen select groups of people shunned
            by both the religious and the non-religious
simply for the fact that they are different!
And from whence comes the idea in a child’s mind 
to make him think that someone should be shunned?
Do our instincts of innocence simply come
from that time of life
when we looked up to our parents as our Gods,
accepting their every teaching as Gospel
and feeling fear to ever go against them?
Many things we learn are for our good, and
societies would turn to chaos without some guidelines
akin to the ten commandments.

On the other hand,
as a child, I was innocent.
    My instinct was to trust in strangers.
              Then I learned better.
My instinct was to cringe but say nothing   
   the time I was inappropriately touched.
Thankfully, since then, I have learned better.
In some instances, I would say, 
our instincts of innocence
                                                should be laid to rest!

For a long while now, I’ve been seeing
a small but significant segment of the population
that differs in their sexual orientation or preference.
Those who taught me in my youth
 that I ought to be as meek as a child
         still point today to ancient Scriptures
                  as the way for all to keep their innocence.

But my walls have fallen down.
    I stand here in the rubble
              unsure that I've done right or wrong
         in letting many of my childhood  ways of thinking
                   collapse so utterly.
The instincts of my thinking adult mind tell me that
     I am not wrong to stand with those who want their right
                to the pursuit of their own happiness
despite the fact their actions are denounced
         by the very teachings on which I was raised.

Can we ever really lose completely 
those thoughts developed from our early teachings, 
which led to the instincts of our childhood innocence?
At times, I cannot be completely at ease
in what I have let go of and in who I have become,
for the instincts of innocence 
     still dwell           in the caverns of my mind.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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The Middle Line

                                 Be patien T ear down your neighbor
                                  Have fait H ate God
                             Don’t tell a li E schew the truth

         Your reward is God’s kingdo M ake money your God
                   Be wise like the Mag I gnorance is bliss
                     Be a good shepher D ishonor your parents
                      Be meek like a chil D efy God’s laws
                        Live a life tranqui L ive in the fast lane
                             Practice virtu E vil rules you

                 Treat your spouse wel L ust after another's mate
          God’s traits begin with Omn I dolatry is Satan’s way
                        Slothfulness is si N eglect your duties
              Don’t walk the middle lin E mbrace tempation

Written Oct. 20, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich for the Creative Layout Contest of Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Angels walk the streets at night
the streets are caked with snow
cold and broken beggar men
watch them as they go

Yes angels rule the night
but demons rule the day
and no one dares to go alone
where soldiers guard the way

We'll never share the Earth
if the Gods won't share the heavens
our fate is sealed from birth
our souls are unforgiven

Words conceal what the heart reveals
but sermons never cease
there's bread alone for every meal
and no real hope for peace...
... there's no real hope for peace

The tower strikes the witching hour
when dreams will cast a spell
wake the spirits of the shrines
that mark where martyrs fell

Yes dreams infuse the night
but nightmares rule the day
and no one dares to go alone
where soldiers guard the way

Copyright © Wally Flint

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God, don't look at me like that

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon,
and the bullets of my heart don’t bleed like you think they should
instead they melt
melt like icecream set out in the summer sun,
like the mountain snow run off into the streams,
like ice clamped together between my fist,
my fists,
my fists that stop bullets from protruding my skin,
my fists that explode and scream louder than a sermon.

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your pupils look like firing bullets,
knocking us out one by one by one,
saying you can’t come in
because you never learned how to pray. 

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your iris’s look like vortexs of instability
rolling our ground like an earthquake
telling us to do more,
be more,
pray more,
or we can’t come in.

My fists stop the bullets and together our fists make boulders,
knocking down our insecurities
one by one by one.
If we don’t make it in
then that is okay
because our fists will turn into butterflies
and our hearts will turn into lions
and our bones will turn into the infrastructure of hell
because that is what my preacher told me.

Preacher, don’t look at me like that,
don’t shake your head at my appearance
just because I have ink on my arm doesn’t make me less of a person,
just because I have color on my eyelids,
just because my skirts above my knee,
just because my fists don’t unwind and interlock doesn’t make me less of a person.

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon.
God, don’t look at me like that. 

Copyright © Katie Pukash

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Precious Gifts of Love

God/Jesus Loving, Good Saving, Blessing, Guiding King, Lord of Lords, Savior, Creator Teaching, Leading, Fishing Powerful, Almighty Father Father strong, industrious building , directing , sacrificing family head, director, leader, manager hardworking, supporting courageous, patient Mother Mother caring, kind nursing , assisting, guiding teacher, adviser, counselor, caregiver, leading, molding, supervising tender, understanding friend Friend loyal, warm brothers, sisters giving unconditional love whom we can hold on to and trust, so,love and honor your father and mother one of the commandments of God Above are precious diamonds and gifts of love, Safely kept in my diamante- poem treasure box.
August 18,2012 First Place Contest: Diamante Judged: 11/13/13 Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

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Jesus, Our Savior

                 Jesus-Son of God
                                    Your final sacrifice
                                    Your love
                                    Your promises
                                    Your victory
                                    The complete
                                    Of all
                                    You have preached 
                                    And taught
                                    The final and irrefutable proof
                                                                        to die on the cross for us
                                                                        to shed your blood for us
                                                                        to be brought back 
                                                                        into relationship with our Father
                                                                        Jesus, our savior
                                     Resurrected, risen from the dead
                                     Our sins have been forgiven 
                                     washed away
                                     to a new life 
                                     in You
                                     Your resurrection 
                                     for all
                                     who believe 
                                     in you
                                     The eternal 
                                     that is granted
                                     to all
                                     who believe 
                                     in You
                                     Son of God
                                     The glorious light
                                     In us.

Ruben Ortellao

Copyright © Ruben O.

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What Easter Means To Me

Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace

Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ

They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”

He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop

Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by 
An angel rolled it away

He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said

He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care

He represents new life 
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?

I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!

By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011

Copyright © Wandering Butterfly

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The Psychostasia

The Psychostasia
(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)

For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe

And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather

Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through

And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years

And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife

Copyright © James Burns

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                                                facedown on the floor
                                                the broken porcelain's moon —
                                                for Shinto's sake

Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Contest Name: Haiku challenge.

Copyright © Ruben O.

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Fall From Grace

I watched angels fall from grace today
I wondered  how could this be
I looked to the heavens to  ask
How  could this have happened 
How could angels  fall so  fast 

I stood there I watched angels falling
I wondered how could this be 
 For aren't angels a part of thee
 He looked down at me and said
 "Yes my dear" indeed they are 

But you see I gave them free will
   When I set them free
Until they come back to me 
I felt a tear roll down my check
As I stood in silence and watched 

Then I laughed and I thought
HE should of chose  me
Then he would of seen 
That I would never  be 
An angel who fell from grace

I watched angels fall from grace today
 I ask myself how could this be
 Why would the powers that be 
 Ever let such a thing happen 

Then I looked up and I saw me
I was the one falling from grace
I remembered He once told me
You will have free will   "till "
you  come back to me 
So I'll  let you be

I watched an angel fall from grace today
But than I realized  that it was me
As I looked into  that mirror
I saw her starring back at me. 

9,13,2010  4pm Monday

 Since I was little I've thought about angels falling, must be the catholic church .

Copyright © Debbie Duncan

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Night Owls

Their covenant wings
Like cherubim on alters
Spread out for preying

Copyright © Leon Stacey

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LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b

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My Window

In the middle of my plain white wall
There is a plain white window
And next to my plain white window
Is where I sit in a plain white dress
On a plain white chair
And every morning the sun rises
And every evening the sun sets
I see them all from my window
They are very pretty
With many colors
And then one day
A man stops by my window
He calls to me as I sit
In my plain white dress
On my plain white chair
He calls to me to tell me of the world
That I may come and join him
But I have seen the troubles of the world
All beyond my window
And I say to him I'd rather stay
And sit here by my window
Where troubles cannot reach me
He smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
Though the next day he is back again
And he talks to me of grass
Of green lush grass that is soft enough to walk on barefoot
I tell him of the glass that is hidden among the blades
He just smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
And back again he comes
To tell me of the ocean and sandy beaches
With white sand so pure you can lay naked upon it
I shake my head and tell of the pirates
That come to kidnap young and pretty girls
He smiles his sweet sad smile as he walks away
The next day he walks softly to my window
And he tells me of a garden untouched by men
Where flowers are the size of children
And blooms reach to the heavens
He tells me of the grass that hides no glass
Of a sky that is of the brightest blue
And a stream that is so pure you can
Be unwary of drinking from it
He talks of fish and birds of indescribable beauty
All this he tells me is mine
I must only leave my window and I may see it
I shake my head sadly as I tell him
I am afraid the world holds too much danger
For even if there were such a place
What misfortunes may befall me
On my way to this so called garden
He smiles a very sad smile and as he walks away
He says that paradise belongs to those who
Take risks and battle hardships to reach it
These are the words I remember as I watch the sun set
And the next day when he comes
To my plain white window
He will see me missing in my plain white dress
On an empty plain white chair
For I have gone to walk on glass and battle pirates
On my way to paradises garden

Copyright © Jennifer Abrams

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Song of Songs

Like a lily among the thorns,
I found love among the daughters.
Like an apple tree within the wood,
You stand beside still waters.

Sit in the shade with sweet delight,
Your fruit is sweet to taste.
Bring me to the banquet house,
Let there be no haste.

The beams of our house are cedar,
Our bed is clothed in green,
You are the Rose of Sharon,
You are my precious Queen.

His banner over me was love,
His hand around embraces.
But love cannot awaken,
Those till whom it pleases.

You are fair to me my love,
Your face behind the veil.
Your lips a strand of scarlet.
Behold, my love won't fail,

Your breasts are clusters of the vine,
Your desire is for me,
Your breath tastes like sweet wine,
My love for you is free.

Till day breaks and shadows flee,
Till snow goes and winter's past,
Touch my love and turn to me,
Find shelter from the stormy blast.

Like a spring shut up, a fountain sealed,
Like lilies that wither without song,
I reached out to touch my love,
But found that he was gone.

From the Song of Solomon.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley

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Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”

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one world one psalm

our hearts are one
our breaths are one
our thoughts are many