I kiss her red honeyed lips
She allows the milk
of my iniquity
to wash over her
The pain of her sadness
washes away my cruelty
I leave my rifle at her feet
November 11, 2016
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Where did all those black people go in Black History such as W.E.B Dubois,
George Washington Carver, Sojourner Truth,and many more that came before.
Why have their families disappear?
When you search their genealogy, their surnames are found.
Were their families wiped-out?
I am speaking on today.
These people paved a way out no way.
[NEGRO SPIRITUAL - THE SPIRIT OF A SLAVE]
These old bones of mine stir in the grave.
I was a freedom fighter in my days.
Great I did do for the slaves even when their life in this country had been made.
We wanted a better living a holistic way.
Our troubles where many; we saw through the white man eyes or ways.
Old bones of mine became tired and disengaged.
Where is my family now?
Where did they go?
My spirit roams to find my kinfolks.
Our surname is no more.
My soul was baptized in the Mississippi.
I was raised from the river saved.
No sin was present and I lived right.
When I knew my time had come, I closed my eyes.
In those days, doctors were few in saving the life of a slave.
The pain was so great I knew I was gone.
But by the grace of God my life went on.
Ten years later, I was summoned home.
My people are no more.
Where did my people go?
I see our house yonder.
Our surname is not in existence any more.
The spirit of a slave
The soul afire
Roams the world in the sweet by and by
He shouts, "Still I Rise!"
Penned April 29, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
The list of names
The sinners insist
Blood lines and silent cries
The death that saved lives
Self inflicted scrapes
Self directed hate
Beauty of no debate
Hell is your miserable fate.
Copyright © Madison Marie | Year Posted 2013
And I asked myself “Why am I alive.”
Suddenly poems are just words
And books are unimportant
Dreams I had for yesterday are best left for sleep
There are promises to keep.
Promises I made on my sacred Birth Day,
When I gave myself to Jah
And He promised to give me what I pray.
When I vowed to live every moment for Jesus
And put behind me that frivolous work that is grievous
I must turn around
Before I am unable to go back.
I am a blessed person because I can say I am.
And before I live only in Jehovah’s memory like Brenda
I must continue
And move on
Before my time is gone.
I love you Brenda – Now - and Until I see you again…John 11:23 - 26
Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
Freedom from death
bounds freedom to fully live,
As freedom from over-competition
reconnects freedom to deeply cooperate,
As freedom from Win-Lose YangGame Strategy
opens ecosystemic freedom to optimally double-YinWin-Win
Beloved Dreams incarnating
freestyle swimming flight
from dawn through night
greets eternal dawn's adventure
blinding bright ecstatic spiral light,
just right centering delight.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
To feed of the holy swine, would be divine. To consume of the muscle and sinew beneath the rind. A lavish meal the Christian would be, to wipe my mouth with cloth of purity. Within fibers and marrow I find solace. Through smoke and tears I pick at heaven’s skeleton with greedy fingertips lusting for purchase. To digest the cannibal lamb would bring me closer to who I am. To find one’s self in the flesh of another is simply a lost work of greatness. Lucifer, a gracious host. Need not brag nor boast that his spread deserving of a toast, never ceasing to astound. Sin for sin, pound for pound. Salivary glands hold dominion over my ravenous urge to feast until the savory iniquities of these beasts are licked clean. Break the bread to sop up the broth of sinner, smitten alongside my “gentile” dinner. The harvest commences, satisfactory.
The herd is ripe for the slaughter
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014
As I rise this day,
thoughts of you go through my mind.
I thank you for another day,
I pray I can do things your way.
The winter is in full bloom Lord,
the chill in the air today is cutting
through the trees,
The branches are crisp and the sky is cloudy,
I pray the day is warmed by your touch,
Lord,I love you so much.
The day is beginning now,
help me to live a life today
that glorifys thy name.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
You’re gonna hear the truth
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do
Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born
Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died
So when the scrolls open,
It doesn’t read your past
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last
So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and
You won’t even mention
The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.
He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek
So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat
Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss
There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Explosions in the sky
a fire in my mind
starting out a broken spirit
until returned, my wings, I fly
and I find that I
have no place to go
when the desire has came and went
and there is no secrets left to know
I shall be the greatest teacher
exponentially now I grow
who wants to be my friend?
I only accept good people
for I have spent too much time
observing dark and evil
now I seek the light
as I remember how to fly
off I'll go to see the world
with my soul mate, her and I
I have not met her yet
but I will know her when I see her
by the feeling and the healing
as if she could be the teacher
and my heart is pounding
celebrating life until I die
when my friend, this world may end
by explosions in the sky.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
With thirty pieces;he
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
A silent wave rushing inside my heart
Your hand leading me so far we won't depart
Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far
Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.
Oh the thrill it was to hear
your voice so silent as I opened up to you
so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart
I was searching for a answer to a question for so long
there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart
Your voice Lord, in ways I never found
a silent whisper so very loud
inside my heart the silent wave replied
to me your love is so divine..
So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind
please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
I saw it in dark mornings
And I let my friend to see
Its darkness lived in me
My friend cried and tried
But I kept behind darkness
I could see his tears burn
And I saw it again in me
I wanted to stop its glow
It grew so high that it seizes me
But with soft touch of desire it died
I thought it would end today
But it grew through dawn and twilight
My friend don’t let me die in darkness
Let me die in light to see stars shine
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
Water rushes past my face
Coolness and chills sink in
Goosebumps pop and hair raises
On this brand new skin
The warmth of the breeze hits me
I feel it's breath, it's near
Passes by my shoulders
Hits me in my ears
Sun reflects off the ripples
It blinds me, hits my eyes
Orbs and halos fill my vision
When I look up to the sky
I sometimes gulp the water
Salt dissolves on my tongue
The crystals dance inside my mouth
To a song I've never sung
I lie in the caressing water
I lie there carelessly
Floating to a good place
That God has meant for me
Copyright © Lauren Smith | Year Posted 2014
Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation
Copyright © James Turner | Year Posted 2012
In search of the vows to honour
when destiny takes me into tomorrow,
Perhaps, God has chosen that ultimate hour,
for angels to take up my spirit and follow.
Former life defines the new consecration,
I hear the taunting voice in my innate choice,
conscience accusation to quell further devotion
doubt renders incline to sabotage my service.
Welcome hymns sang within retrieve conscience
divine melodies changed my perspective on life,
my dancing shoes move with burning experience
joy compel from heaven steps to take off strife.
The clamp inside moved away from stowaway zone
Change pride into an epiphany of a miracle.
Revealed the voice I heard was not my own,
it was unexpected, compelling, inspiring angel.
Struck with an epiphany upon holy ground
Stand in awe under the shadow of a crown,
with faith to believe the feelings I had found,
spoke in a dream not with the tongues I own.
But innocent Infant days ended ritual traditions
finding striking realisation the meaning of time,
twelve years wasted, thinking about illusions
conclusions celebrate these lucky days of mine.
An epiphany spirit descending sprinkling entry,
beautiful enhancement carolling through the door,
a star browsing over homes with love and mercy
Aspects of hope with unlimited scope to explore.
Copyright © Gerry Legister | Year Posted 2016
Till death we will never part
To my wonderful Lord
The foundation of our Love
Built on the Love our Father
As is our LIFE together
I will love you beyond time
And as we always pray together
And we will never say never
As we thank our Loving Father
Till death we will never part
Together always through all of time
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2014
Wash away corruption, precipitation cleanses our deeds,
Artesian aquifers washing, and nurturing planted seeds,
Torrential downfalls, baptize impermeable desert sands,
Eternal crystallization, fractals break the father’s lands,
Requisite of life, hydration for the soul, we sup on heaven’s bounty,
Sands and sins abated, lie awash profoundly, we drink of them no more.
Copyright © James Nelson | Year Posted 2016
I have looked for you in every church, temple, and mosque,
but you were nowhere to be found. Where are you?
People praise your name, and pray to you in times of need.
You never answer, are you dead? or sleeping?
Please, tell me where you are so that I can find you,
wrap my arms around you and never let go.
You are all we need and all we have ever needed.
Where are you? My God.
~My child, I am with you. I have always been with you since the beginning
and I will be with you until the very end. I have never left you, but you will
never find me in a structure of wood and concrete. I am under every stone,
under every tree and in everything you see around you.
Just because you call to me does not mean that I do not hear you.
I will always be there when I am needed in the end to show my mercy upon
those who are sick and dying to release them from their pain and to give them
everlasting life free of pain and suffering in the Kingdom of Heaven.~
Copyright © Zachariah Field | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Ten thousand chains their bayonets piercing one's flesh; embedded
Spirit's these devilish hooks bereaved it's mastery ? Gomorrah, enchanted
Of baroque embellished your melodies a millstone, pulling hearts down his barracuda
Come out of Babylon, my child: Goliath, her guilotine and all creation groans their, calvary....
Keen jaeger's armament God'speed extracting thorns entangled time; tis what she's like, entombed.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
I watch them on parade,
Wearing medals won by relatives long dead
And poppies hand made.
I see expressions as cold as the grave,
As they remember the brave who fought in wars moving further away each day,
As they fade back, ever back into the mists of time.
This young generation from our great nation
Standing tall, marking their respect as best they can
With little knowledge and even less understanding of past deeds and sacrifices.
For them I have great despair if they should ever go to war,
With less discipline than those who went before
Relying on group decisions, never having been under a chain of command.
Their immune system already shot to pieces.
Fitness levels below par
And feet that have never seen boots.
Yet it may not be too late to change their fate,
While relative peace still prevails.
And only professionals are relied on to go to war in a few hot spots.
If we can ease them into a plan with enough discipline to help,
Whether in peace or in war to bring them back safe
And keep faith with those who once stood in their place.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
A fire can heart a home
But may, out of control, vastly roam,
A blazing fire may take a town
As the fire burns and burns all that’s around,
The fire becomes strong
Several days pass, yet, seems long,
Out of control does the fire storm
Traveling throughout the area, very warm,
Burning so immensively hot
Taking down the whole entire lot,
The fire timely is put out
But the means of a large water spout,
The Ashes rejuvenate the trees
New vegetation goes in Its place you see.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016
"We don't burn, we bury,
Siphons of spirit, patrons of decay,
Your coffin our canvas, our home your cemetery,
The only unstoppable force that even time does not delay,
For my Lady's power is omnipotent not in force,
But in inevitability."
Oh Lady Decay,
Bless us with your plague,
Make me the vessel of your malevolence this I pray,
Allow my hands my hands to rot the living and corrupt the dead,
Confine your disciple no longer and allow me to spread your message instead,
That only through the omnipotence of your power all will embrace their inevitable future,
For your hand stretches far beyond the heavenly realm of time and the earthly dominion of nature,
So that all who fall under the shadow of your embrace may not despair,
But will accept their new body that ascends mortal limitations of food, water, and air,
Hear the people crying out for your blessing,
Cleansing their bodies of blood and bile so that their spirit may survive the transitioning,
Witness them slit their throats and exhume the graves of their ancestors,
Offering their bodies to you with screams of agony as praises to you while their wounds fester,
I beseech you my Lady,
Show them the fulfillment of life after death,
Assure them that there is nothing to fear about being a zombie,
As I too have abandoned my frail mortality to live at your behest,
I pray that you will let me walk free upon the plains of Skyrim,
And spread the word of your new dawning,
Found only where the light grows dim.
Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2015
I found a gun beneath my bed
in black it waited, eager still
to greet me, hearing deep the bells.
The form; a book, to fill my head,
awaken sleepy things. My hell
has ended, heavy clinging till
the words arose before the dead;
and cleansing eyes the gun I read.
Copyright © Jacob Annis | Year Posted 2016
A twelve-letter word
That confuses our soul
Unlike other words
It’s difficult to follow
Hard to comprehended and very misunderstood.
If I said, I was saved
You would say, I was mad
You would assume
I have lost my mind
But you would only be deluding yourself.
You see being a Christian
Being saved is the best thing
I have ever done
I am a no longer a slave
To sin or man.
Free from death
Born into life
Covered by the blood
Accepted by Christ
Brought at a price.
Chosen to testify
Chosen to write
Chosen to walk upright
Given a chance to be a vessel
To serve my saviour and
KING JESUS CHRIST.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2016
Quickened once, this seed uncrucified reclaims
Against the dessication of faith in my drought
And root dry tortures of decomposing doubt,
Against it all, a sudden impulse in the kernel flames
Thanks to my Divine Intervener, sweet love undying
Shattered falls the broken web to free my wings
The lung tarring vice, defeated, can no more clings
I joy in this, from doom and death returning
Sprout me again, breathe in me new a new day fresh
Water me with prayers of thanksgiving still, sun
Me fruit joy and grain, bless me where my Jordans run;
Unyielding Christ, out of thy grace, I rise to love afresh.
And I through travail of night to birth again
Carried you slumberless into faith of day
And I torn and shredded by sin's foul pain
From prayer to prayer wept against decay
Those years, distant, dark, void and cold
Those fears when death yawned wide iron jaws
And you my lamb staggered from the fold
O how I raged at life, and veiled despotic laws
That broke us into splinters with our dreams
I did not see today to sing again, doubts tears
Blinded me, heaven seemed silent to my screams
But today, you give me back my hope of years.
And I was not there to hold your hand, absent
From the cuddling moment my love had planned
And yet, devised by faith, I stood full present
For I am the jar of clay in the Master's kind hand
And you my child suffered it all, to bring me
Back from a superficial walk with love, and we
O let us rinse the skies with praise, let us
Walk, nobler creatures called from a common dust.
Give me space to seal a kiss upon an embrace
To pour my joy before your pleasant face
Give me space to thunder with belief and stay
Exiled in ignorance, and clothed in wisdom when I pray.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010