Best Song Visionary Poems
(Verse 1)
There’s an aching in my back
An my knees are buckling in
My body’s hurt n bruised
friends r’ say ‘n take a step back ‘n relax
(Bridge)
got so much on my mind
faster and faster I here myself say
I cant give up when I’m half way through
pure determination drives me hard and true
(Hook)
Never giving up
I can see it now the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I’m almost there the inspiration I need
(Verse 2
The devil can try to slow me down
Putting all those boundaries road blocks round
But without a flinch in my face
I’ll jump up move and around
(Bridge)
My destiny is calling to me
Got lots to accomplish no time to tire
There’s a sunrise coming up in my face
My dreams are right there I’m following through
(Hook x 2)
Never giving up
been a long time but the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I never looked back now I see inspiration in front of me
The times of which the prophets wrote is taking shape at last. It won't be long till
that fateful day we hear the trumpets blast.
The bright blue heavens will disappear, as the stars drop out of sight, the
stillness in our hearts as each day turns to night.
The times of which the prophets wrote we won't have long to wait.
As this was written long ago our destiny our fate.
We've walked not a straight and narrow path now it's time to pay our dues.
It seems the fate of all mankind is in the hands of fools.
This Prophecy is not hard to see it's the coming of the end.
On that day we're all forgiven and free to start again.
The nightmare that we all will share we don't have long to wait.
Yes it was written long ago, our Destiny, our Fate
1. Jesus’ birth, life and death is not stardust;
He rose back to life bringing hope and trust.
Following Him brings peace as we repent
from our sins to find joy and contentment.
Searching God’s Word reaps salvation's result,
and makes praying to Him not difficult.
God never slumbers, He’s ever awake
He’s list’ning always, at night, at daybreak.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
2. What will be, will be, praise God, Almighty,
He redeemed us, with His will we agree.
When the darkness dims within the dark sky
we gaze at the Light and watch the sparks fly.
As His bless-ed Light shines bright and steadfast
the darkness of Satan just will not last.
God’s with us, do not fear what man can do;
never doubt that Jesus will see us through.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound on my drumes i like to pound.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i think it has a very cool sound.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i would love to here it going around.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound don't let it turn your smile into a frown.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound here there where ever i am found in the sky or on the ground.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i am so glad JESUS CHRIST i have found. Bubba bubba bound Bubba bound and heaven someday i am bound.
Buba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound.
I am the epitome of my existence
I do my own thing unlike others and thats what makes me different
If u dont like what u are hearing then close your ears
but if you do then listen
Because i may be spittin something that you are missing.
SOme are waiting to rise
while i have already risen
and i have dealt with the scars from your inflicted incisions
NOw i spit many bars and some say i spit prisons
My regurgitated
words are rated
far worse than curse words are stated
and if you dont like my verse' words then hate it
because my complex verbiage make the mind feel complicated
Complexly rated
Maliciously compensated
now my thoughts have congregated
My knowledge grade A 100% concentrated
Poetry is my sixth sense and that what makes me different
And that is why i am the epitome of my existence!!!
Look inside yourself
For all you wish to see
Look inside yourself
And it will set you free
The answers to your questions
Have been inside since birth
It is up to us to bring them out
And generate their worth
If you keep an open mind
As you go deep within
You'll find out where your going
As well as where you've been
This may not be your first life
No doubt it's not your last
The mind can change your future
But it cannot change your past
So look inside yourself
And when your search is done
You'll find we're all connected
But all a part of One
expanding negative-space
...from the eye
of an artist's
howling-pen
language-weeps
language-weeps
after-words language-weeps
from the wounds that reason makes;
seep from wounds of omission,
seep from some-deep-super-scary-Sa?sKara,
seep from some gimme-gimballed lurching-duality,
trembling from the loss of blood
lost in the wailing rhythm of suffering,
...
innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",
there where the manic-music lifts
dreams farther-f u r th e r then the stretchered edges in longings go,
to those places where the bubble-breaks,
there
where all that's left is dark and deep.
my heart is bleeding
tears and blood dripping from insanity.
how cruel can life be
so many drops of rain and still i find reality
it is so cold to be found
in a place where i never wish i would be
it is breaking me down
to the core of the earth that drives me out to what
i want to be.
and i pray with my knees on the ground
my hands held up high
because i dont want to say goodbye.
and i realised
i dont have a choice
and i seek and hunt for the dreams i wish
my head held up high
because this is who am i
and i realised
i do have a voice
i will shout out loud
i will cry in pain
i will yell out loud
when my journey with you begins ..
i will scream out loud
i will take the pain
throw it away
and i will live a new day.
and i pray to God
i pray to Him
Please give me hope
Please give me strength
to live for just another day
it'd be indefinable and unknown,
especially unknown! and these unknowns,
they'd complete us...
it'd start with a cosmic sentiment,
a serendipity that's bent
toward this infinite-in,
where love in a radiant bouquet
bursting to blossom would begin --
there, where there's a music in you
eager to play in a mellifluous-voice
which only the heart can hear,
and it'd take you into a melodious rhythm 'n roll,
a riff 'round the sound of a whirl'd
swelling with a kiss of bliss,
'tis this that'd speak in that uncommon tongue,
the Poetic one --
it'd risk absurdity in an u n f e t t e r e d language,
divested with an unbounded-eye,
(not limited to the fatal-skin yer' in,)
that'd look and look and dare to see,
the beauty of this conflicted sentimental-reality,
this creative-destruction outpouring
into the middle of things
where good Homer nods
over a potpourri that is the Art of Poetry
I can’t be lost and can’t be found,
I’m in the air and in the ground;
I’m very loud without a sound.
I’m everywhere yet can’t be seen,
I’m where you’re going,
and where you’ve been.
I never stop and never start;
I am spirit’s love, which fills your heart.
My life is made up of many things,
Dreams and hopes in my church hymnal.
Lyrics limping along in simple songs,
Coming out from being a ***** spiritual.
Songs that assures me of treasures
If found, are in exchange for a sacrifice.
I am guaranteed there would be tears,
and snares laid in a troublesome place.
Victory share the hope of salvation,
A temporary illusion before death.
My world is in captivity to emotion,
I stand in need with a separate breath.
life carries me to where the good intrude,
Someday done wrong, with pain sing along,
The sad melody fits the time, a hit in the mood.
And Caused my life to be in this song.
In prayer, I often look up to the sky.
And search for answers that could be mine.
But I go the way to where crows fly,
As foul as I am, the healing is inclined.
First Verse: God created the heavens and earth
In the 27th, made his mistake, gave men they birth
and also blessed us with our greatest accomplice
a glorius, fair faced, and bodied enchantress
and then came our end, the doom of all their kin
when Eve in 3-6 committed the first sin,
and what's sad, it was 'bout the only one possible,
it came so fast proving, we could do the implausible
17 verses later kicked out the garden by God
then upon unforgiving deserts they're forced to plod.
and who was shocked, when Cain killed Able in 4-8
do it to our own brothas now, outta less than hate
but 4-14 comes as a biblical mystery
Cain talks 'bout dyin to men unrecorded in history
God, you leavin' parts out and I'm hella confused,
cause I'm readin' your word, and it's not so well fused.
His name is Jane F he is the hot dog man Mac a Nation
creation, the hot dog man, His name is jane F and he
is lunch money for Satans men, Mac a Nation creation
his is the hot dog man, Mac a Nation creation and
jane F wants Hot Dogs for Satan men, Mac a Nation
Creation what is is Mac Nation Creation what is is
Moral Moral or surival surival moral moral surival
is the hot dog man here macanation surival moral
do you have surival or morals mac a nation creation
its the hot dog man lunch money money honey honey
darlin darlin it lunch money oh honey
Standing amidst the green pastures,
The body of silken lusture,
Away from the worldly 'features',
What a wonder has created nature.
Freedom fill thee all
Peace covers thou like a shawl,
Thy - eyes represent harmony,
Thy energy so much fawny.
Are you standing here from the very dawn,
Surrounded by the dewy lawn,
The top of head the twelve 'thorns' -
Symbol of protection from all foes till they are fully gown.
The time seems dreadful night,
When creatures' heart fill with fright,
But your gaze cheers every sight,
Showing all the divine power of 'Light'
the blue jay's pained call
mirrors the melancholy...
of a rainy day.
Date written: 09/21/2019