You are great
Don't you dare deny that
Look how the sun smiles when you wake up
Look how the moon shadows your every moment
Don't be skeptical
Made for Heaven
Designed with imperfections
Present the world with a new canvas
Attain the Armor of God
~Reborn
Freedom within LOVE
By: Mallory Schlegelmilch
Vulnerability, a delicate thread,
In the armor of love where hearts are led.
Yearning to surrender, to let go,
Yet the mind holds tight, afraid to show.
A captive of thoughts, a hostage within,
But deep inside, freedom wants to begin.
Love without limits, that's what I seek,
For myself and the ones I choose to keep.
No walls, no barriers, just pure affection,
Embracing vulnerability, with no hesitation.
To open my heart, to let love flow,
To give and receive, and let it grow.
In vulnerability strength is found,
A courage that breaks barriers all around.
For LOVE is the essence, the ultimate prize,
And vulnerability, the key that unlocks the ties.
So, I'll embrace this chink in my armor,
For Vulnerability is a gift, a true charmer.
With an open heart, I'll surrender and believe,
In the freedom of love, where I find reprieve.
I am stronger than you can ever be.
Satan will not get to take hold of me.
I stand in the light when you try to hide in the darkness.
I see your plan before you even know what I harness.
Your attempts to beat me down
Are not stronger than the strength He sends down.
The spirit is in my heart,
Jesus bore my scars,
God armors me.
He knows you will always try but you misunderstand,
All I must do is call out His name
And you will only be able to bend your knee
And you will flee from my mind by His hand.
For the Father has already drawn the line in the sand.
I stand on the rock that is my God
And you, Satan, will take heed,
You will be gone.
My fake confidence
Could surely kill you,
Large and colossal,
A giant in its hard shell.
It clings to me,
Armor I didn’t choose,
A brittle shield
That I’ve painted gold.
I see your ego drilling into you,
Spiraling, twisting,
Digging deeper than you know.
There’s no turning back—
You’re tied to the tracks.
The iron bites,
A weight you thought you could carry.
The whistle is blowing,
Echoing through the air,
And the train is in the distance, growing.
Your defiance burns—
Eyes locked on mine,
But I see the cracks
You won’t let show.
And I stand there,
Feet planted,
Hands clenched at my sides.
Do I untie you?
Do I run?
Or do I stay and let the collision come?
Because when the train arrives,
It’s not just you.
My confidence stands too tall,
Too hollow,
To survive the blow.
And when the whistle fades,
What will be left?
Not us—
Only the tracks.
Become heat, for the forge,
so that the armor you bear will shine brightly.
Your soul maketh radiance unmatched,
so as the sunrise does lick over the lakes.
Be mindful, yet indeed gaze,
for the path ahead blazes with flames.
Control your fear from the terrifying heat,
the armor, you can assure, is resilient.
Be proper, also be fully patient,
light hath forged your armor and you are strong.
Life shall pay the fortune your heart lacks,
and I do hope this warms and soothes your soul.
Skin art,
on display.
Vibrant armor,
expressed to protect her -
Pure heart.
Her power and strength come from within
Her essence is carefully grounded
Spirit animals congregate to her side
Giving her dreams the extra touches she needs
Raccoon gives her cleverness
Fox gives her cunning
The white wolf shows her how to howl her truth
She is validated by her spirit animals
Confidence and self-assured poise is her armor
Her strength comes from her willingness to be herself
To follow her heart, and live her soul dream to its fullest capacity
Purposefully put together
Piled up piece by piece
Donning my suit of armor
Thought it provided peace
Polished exterior portrayed
That I had it all figured out
Buttoned up from head to toe
Yeah that’s what I’m about
Pay a price to put on a show
As the projecting takes a toll
Time to lay down my shield
To start tuning into my soul
Looking inward can reveal
Kinks in the armor are alright
Using them to our advantage
Since they let in the light
Illuminating what was hidden
Revealing spots that were blind
Done with depicting an image
Choosing to live life by design
Seeing through clear eyes now
Guiding me to let down my guard
Defenses have been dismantled
My heart no longer behind bars
Time to put my armor on
the enemy approaches
and this won't be fun.
Time to put my armor on
She'll be clad in armor of fire
Girded in the knowledge of
every one of my wants,
needs and desires.
Time to put my armor on
Equipped with the sword
of allure she'll cleave my
heart and they'll be no cure .
Time to put my armor on
and March myself to war
it's hard to fight an enemy
that I adore.
©SamHarty
Poet Knight in Shining Armor
8/9/2023
I thought Soupers were forever friends!
A mistake, that is where the story ends.
I was meant to go??
Fast, in no way slow??
Took a strong poet in shining armor,
To stop the vicious hordes out to harm her!
Dedication: Dearest Knight, hope there are
more like you here, who are willing to take
a stand against injustice! Thank you~
His mind lay prey to mumbled threats within,
drawn to perch upon a twig-thin edge
slung between a gauze of blatant dreams.
Like some homeless bird come to make a nest,
it yanked discarded bits of skin and hair,
from bins of vain memory's hoard,
then joined to form a place where
a brain might rest and preen.
Once settled, he drank
Not from the stilled rummaging
but the distilled rum in his hand
and sang discordant notes that clanged
above the cough of fractured words.
“The mind is myth. And so am I."
Bard nocks Black Arrow, barebow thrills and kills ~ a ripple in Smaug’s armor
Bless me with enough smooches,
That I may confess the blunt honesty of thy will.
Bless my heart with painting in thy words,
To such extent you know my testimony is your grace.
Enough is the triggering pooches,
It keeps me standing still.
Enough are the beautiful looking bird,
That keeps my eyes wandering in space.
Let the armor you are reflect in me;
No doubt, it will supply me enough glamour.
Without thy breathes inking words, will my heart ever be?
Healing power is thy beauty; my prowess rammer.
The way you seek,
Is in me bleeding...
It's your choice to make it strong or weak.
Passing through it at will, shall keeps it breeding...
A Chink In My Armor
(The idiom "chink in one's armor" refers to an area of vulnerability)
***
It had never occurred to me that I might have a chink in my armor
the light casted in, like rain tapping always on the very same spot
My memories were clenched and like a fisted child, I held all valor
inside, lost without word I could not undo that solid hurtful, knot;
Then came the day when I decided to stop and take a deep breather
time stood still and I could feel the handles of time turning me right
Movement of heart and soul arose and finally saw neglect's incur
it was I clinging to the child inside surfacing from the longest night
Daylight greeting me with new awareness and I was finally free
every raw truth inside had finally turned to soft and pliable hyde
Breath of angels greeted me, as I gently cleared all my debris
I found myself in the arms of love, with compassion at my side.
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