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In the Wilderness

Captive beauty, in the wilderness aloneGolden moments of a man’s solitudeStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone                                                                                                                                                                                     Caught within life are the mountains of stoneAwe inspiring view of man’s fortitudeCaptive beauty, in the wilderness alone                                                                                                                                                                Through a silent song, love’s nature atonesBreath taking heartbeats of the altitudesStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone                                                                                                                                                               Peaceful home in the trials, each to his ownSeasons renew with humble attitudesCaptive beauty, in the wilderness alone                                                                                                                                                                              Sharpened senses, now feel all the tone,of gracious gifts, in their amplitudeStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone                                                                                                                                                     All of His creation, in its self does grownAlone with God is a sufficient multitudeCaptive beauty, in the wilderness aloneStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone

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Hate Speech

The way unregenerated men speak of my God                        They go about deceived and deceiving                             Speaking of things they cannot understand                     Promising liberty while in captivity                                        the servants of corruption                                                       sin is sin and death is its end                                      Hating you for telling them the truth                                    Their cloke of maliciousness                                                   they want you silenced                                                           while the gape upon you with their mouths                      sin is sin and death is its end                                             Biting with their teeth, and cry, Peace                                    What they mean is we hate you and your God                         They will think that they do God service                     though they shut the mouths of a few or all Christians                sin is sin and death is its end                                               They will never ever shut His                                                While your house is burning down around you remember this For God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son sending him to bless you, in turning                             away every one of you from his iniquities                                     sin is sin and death is its end                                             with your hate speech you try to silence                         The only one who truly loves you                                               You will be judged on your hate speech                                    sin is sin and death is its end

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Parody of Distance

Estranged men caught in their remote dimensionLoving only that, which they can see and touchDigging foxholes to hide their fear of infinityThe concept has always been thereEternity within the hearts of men,yet they can neither see it or feel it naturally,so they clutter their minds, with tangible temporary comfortsOccupying dull imaginations, with darker thoughts of probabilityThe definition of insanity, yet men continue to live and dieChoking on the fruits of their own knowledge,either dissecting humanity with Occam’s razoror pouring double binds upon their own headsbecause seeing is believing, yet belief is the state of mindin which a person thinks something to be the case,with or without there being empirical evidence,so not asking a question, because to them it does not exist,yet with their limited imaginations they have lofty ideas,as energy can neither be created nor destroyedSpending all there of energy on temporal thingsnot considering a simple truth,where will your essence spend eternity

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The Judgment Seat

every man must stand                                                                                             some kneel first time before God                                                                              sadly the last time

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I Love a Good Plot

The skeletal remains are being chalked out,while mystery and intrigue are engraven, cryptic.Lying beneath, this freshly seeded idea;upon these grounds, the words are etched,what are you looking for and how will you get it,for these are but the bare bones of a story.The key alone is in your closet, slowly turning,as you opened the creaking rusted door.You slowly peep inside the mausoleum of your mind,where cobwebs hang on every angle.Suddenly, a cold swift draft blows across your spine,as if someone has just, walked on your grave. You look up to see, all the entrapping’s laidbut then again, you are still lying in a good plot.

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In the Depths of Winter

Hans and Liam caught in the depths of winter                                                                                                                  Hans is succumbing  cold to the center                                                                                                                                      He is sharpening his death spades                                                                                                                                   Do you see the frost giant slowly coming for me                                                                                                             He will cut me asunder with his blades                                                                                                                                They're snow drifts a grove with icicles in the trees                                                                                                                                 I see an army of icy dwarfs all sparkling eyed                                                                                                                           Silver blue and fire they breathe                                                                                                                                      I must disrobe before I burn inside                                                                                                                                                   It is the moonlit snow a cold fog beneath                                                                                                                                   The snow queen has sent her stinging bees                                                                                                                      Her wintery eyes are set on me they do glow gold                                                                                                                                        There is hope brother there is fire beyond the freeze                                                                                                              and it is only flakes in the wind and not death’s cold

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Almost Counts

In the war of words count the cost                                                                                                                                                   all is fair in love maybe but not war                                                                                                                         hearts mend but dead bodies wash ashore                                                                                                                    they will war no more being dead                                                                                                                                     war is not hell tragic but enough said                                                                                                                                      love is the fairest lest you be a whore                                                                                                                                 In the war of words                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       You know better than being lost                                                                                                                                  unsatisfied but a chance for more                                                                                                                                        the love of money rotten to the core                                                                                                                                   war is cold far as I know and so is frost                                                                                                                                                         In the war of words

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Phantom Love

Was it the love phantom to ease my pain                                                            
The wind brushed my shoulder like your soft hair                                          
Letting go of your memory I do not fain                                                               
or was it just the summer night’s warm air                                                                                                                                   
The wind brushed my shoulder like your soft hair                                                                                                                                                                                                       Was the love phantom gone or just in my mind                                                                                                              Hearing echoes, of your lovely voice but I despair                                                                                                                                 Looking but I cannot see you am I going blind                                                                                                                                     
Was the love phantom gone or just in my mind                                                                                                   Your sweet scent it is not there, am I going mad                                                                                            My lips feel a tingle, with love so intertwined                                                                                                         The moments, before I opened my eyes, I was glad                                                                                                                                
but the sweet scent it is not there, I am going mad                                                                                                                    Was it the love phantom to ease my pain,                                                                                                                                             in the moments, before I opened my eyes I was glad,                                                                                                   of your memory but letting go, I do not fain

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The Blues

I walked a lonely mile in your shoes                                                                                                                                    the sadness you carry comes in twos                                                                                                                                         if by chance you find one of a kind                                                                                                                             throw it far from you as I did mine                                                                                                                          walking a mile in this shoe                                                                                                                                                one is heavier than you knew                                                                                                                                           if by chance you find a shoe                                                                                                                                                          throw it far from you as I did mine                                                                                                                                    walking barefoot and blue

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Delete

In the age of deceit, will alternative history repeat                                                     In photos they never meet she just pressed delete                                                With the love letters clipped and pruned                                                                               The love song sung now a little untuned                                                            Living only in the memory of the author’s mind                                                          Hugs and kisses rewind as the world goes blind                                                                   In time all loves embrace has been erased                                                                 Upon the screen the romance never graced                                                          Faceless with no name burnt in the flame                                                                At loss for words I was never in the game