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The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
Summer, afternoon, lying wounded, next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction in a land of disgrace
A blood thirsty battlefield, is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind my hands that bled
Crawlers, rendering their lives upon the open space
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing the warm feeling
Summer rain, lungs of blood, their last dying post
Glorious by numbers, every blade was screaming
Gemstone losing touch, in touch with the Holy Ghost
Soldiers come in a little closer, as if they were only dreaming
Crawling, missing limbs, twisted nightmare with no ending
Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under the walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against every last dying breath,
Dirty piles of crashing wind pipes, and sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle and dying breath
The Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on the wall, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
The fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, and face
Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin.
Distant, before Texas and her annexation,
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!
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To escape sin, I built a glass box around me.
Though sin like water started leaking through the cracks upon me.
Soon the water would consume me.
Forced hand prints scattered inside the glass by me.
Trying to break free of what I built around me.
No one is near to see or help me.
No one to call, to assist or guide me.
Tears accreting to the water wasn't helping me.
The water is slowly getting deeper around me.
The strength is fading away within me.
Please, someone save me!
Oh God, please forgive me!
Thinking I had all the answers to build this glass box around me.
Sin, yet and still captured me.
I need you now Lord please strengthen me.
Eyes closed beneath the water crying out for him to save me.
His voice appears, "Come as you are to me.
You made a decision to consult with yourself without me.
For I am the only way the truth and the light; not you but me.
All the tools you need are provided by me.
I will bring down this glass box only for your life to be with me.
For I make no mistakes because I am me.
I will send you back to be a living witness for me and only me."
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Jesus Christ Has the Power Over Any Addiction!
I often hear of people who battle addictions.
This often leaves many scars and afflictions.
There's counselors to help, "a dime a dozen."
Their patient could be a friend or a cousin.
As many battle lives filled with "pollution."
But too often, God is left out of the solution.
Many who need help are given little help at best.
Why they cope with fear, anxiety and stress.
The one who can help the most, is often left out.
As many miss what the real hope of life is about!
The very God who created mankind, knows all about us!
He sent his son Jesus, because he loves us!
We can trust him for his cleansing power!
He can meet every need! This very hour!
If you're battling an addiction and are losing!
Won't you let God be the one that you're choosing?
He’s powerful! And wants to help you so much!
Your life can be forever changed! By his touch!
Come one and all! Your needs, God shall supply!
Come and drink of his water which shall satisfy!
The sins and scars can be a thing of the past!
As you enjoy an abundant life, that'll always last!
The painful addictions can be healed this moment!
By the power and resurrection of Christ' atonement!
NOW can be time to lay your worries beneath him!
God shall restore those who diligently seek him!
Glory to Jesus! The victory's already been won!
All honor and praise to God's anointed one!
By Jim Pemberton 08/22/14
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as gentle as a summer breeze
my love it begs you on it's knees
as soft as fur on those that purr
i whisper in your ear sweet words
as sweet as berries on your tongue
inside your heart a bell is rung
as sure as change is bound to come
an undying love my heart is won
as loud as thunder my heart wonders
can your love be really true
as vain as pain which i have gained
my worries about what she'd do
as wrong as sin not trusting begins
and rumors start flying from mouths of friends
as soon as one cracks with a terrible act
then ferocity and raging comes in
as you are standing on the side of me
no distance is aware of my resistance
as heart forgets its rhythm, my sighs do long to touch
emotions prevail this longing unravels my senses
as to, dare i say, how much a single touch awakens me?
a love so pure as this I have not known
as i trust your arms to teach me of this love
i no longer hear the gossip or the whispers
as you take my breath away on winds of change
a true blue sky above the color of our love
as it casts a light into your eyes and anchor mine
if this be sin then let me cast away my stone
as for my soul it is willing to pay the highest price
god has cast a dye our love is not to be denied
come lover hold me tight, long into the night.
Written by: Vienna Bombardieri & John H. Loving III Dec. 04, 2011
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Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.
Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.
Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.
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. Not long ago I had
done something wrong
committed a sin and
the pain that I felt was
as real and suffocating
as any physical pain
I’d ever felt. My shame
and my sadness were so
heavy upon me, the guilt ached in my heart. The realization then
came to me if I felt so wounded and broken and ashamed and
separated from my Father what then did it feel like to be You? I realized
the harshness of your sentence. The pain and guilt I now felt, You my
Jesus felt that multiplied by every sin I had ever committed or will ever.
Oh my God your love
Sins from the beginning
of our creation until it is
finished It’s no wonder to
me now that your heart
burst within you. To be
blameless and willingly
pay for our transgressions
To take upon yourself and
be so guilty that your Father
could not look upon You. Forgive
me my Lord for the pain I have
grieved you and for the grief I
will continue to cause. I will
never understand your love
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I watched the blood flow
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll
Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell of whiskey
one night lays
Lonely is as lonely does
Sticks poked into blind eyes
bones cracking like porcelain vases
adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool
Are we trapped?
Are we idiots?
Do we drink from the well of insignificance?
He sits alone in an empty room
Until he thinks us out of existance
We are still here
Not so Genius
Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting.
I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.
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True love - In him was the breath of life given, now the Creator Greatest creation (man)
asorb's the life of a human being. Being, from the image of an Omnipotent (GOD) from above.
Real passion - Let there be light, now the Creator begin's an unfallable phase of power
and passion. He-he spoke into existence the foundation of his world, he take's dark-
ness and maketh day and then he say's the firmament that shall be the water of the earth
he loved it so, that he place fish and whale's and all the creature's for the ocean, and it
gave him "Satisfaction".
Unity - In him (Adam) was there True Love bestowe unto him (Eve) and God (The Creator)
test their commitment to him by the will of obesience. They fail, mankind is seperated
from the Unity of the Creator (GOD) plan's and Sin that even challenge's the explorata-
tion of an Omnipotent Order as it enter the temptation of man. Adam as intelligent as
he is. The creator who hates sin so much. Has to come full force (In his own order) with the
"lust of the flesh", of his creation. But he who is the All-Mighty his thoughts is above
mankind best thought's. He employ's Noah for a mission of Unity. And if you never
have experience true love in your life. "Read About It", (Bible) I quarantee you'll find
answer's to question's that has put a bitter taste of confusion in your Boarder. (limitation)
(E)verlasting love - Many of us think love is found lying on our back's. Many think that
little piece of meat hanging between our leg's (Men's) is the source of true love.
But by the time one figure's out the "True Meaning of Love". Year's come and go, and
the sun will have shine upon your morning's over a thousand times. Everlasting Love -
that Adam & Eve overlooked because of unbridle feeling's, that told them differently and
this manifested love, when it is found will smile upon you knowingly and with possitive
meaning. Ressurrected love onto Heaven(and from the grave) can be seen in the beauty
of a Dove. "Finding True Love".
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As the title says, this is a hymn sort of thing, though I haven't been able to think up a
title that I'm really happy with yet.
The LORD, enthroned in Heav’n above,
Has shown his grace and perfect love.
While I was still to sin a slave,
Jesus raised me from the grave,
For at the cross, as Jesus died
A child of wrath was made alive!
And when I did my sins confess,
Christ clothed me with His righteousness.
God did not just the sinner spare,
But called him son and made him heir,
For at the cross, that great exchange,
What Christ had earned, a wretch has gained.
I cannot claim myself to save,
For all my sin was all I gave.
Yet Jesus took this foul donation
And by His blood bought my salvation,
For at the cross, I daren’t forget,
Jesus cleared my unpaid debt.
God removing my disgrace,
Made my heart His dwelling place.
Sealed by Holy Guarantee,
I am dead, Christ lives through me.
For at the cross the curtain tore,
From the heavens to the floor.
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God of Light
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light
Who guides me
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand
Because He chose
To call me friend
A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust
For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”
The song of God
Is in my ear,
And every fear
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep
All earthly harm
As I slumber
In his arms
No longer frightened
By the night
Is the God of Light