Back to the Mount of Olives
Back to prayer and surrender.
Back to the feet of Jesus
Back to repentance rendered.
Back to a place of brokeness
Back to earnest pleading.
Back to our faces to the ground
Back to see Jesus bleeding.
Back to new consecration
Back to submission and tears.
Back to persevering prayer
Back to reverent fear.
Back to praying against temptation
Back to one hour of prayer.
Back to appalled by a misused kiss
Back to commitment there.
Back to a solitary place
Back to review what your call is.
Back to "fervently seek first His kingdom"
Back to the Mount of Olives.
The algorithm of promises did I pour
too much emphasis, trust in other's
expectations of promises? Constantly
seeking within other's answers, hopes, and
affirmations, uncertainties, a great deal of
let downs, brokeness, disagreements, catch-22's.
Promises recycled intentions? Traumas, limitations
often glomminess, anger, emotions often displayed.
Promises you've taught me, succumbing to life's
lessons on promises, Presently promises are no
longer relevant to me and has no restraints in my
psyche and inner being.
I once knew a little girl coming of age. She often put her trust in people, places and things. She met liars, cheaters, users, abusers frequently in her mind, soul
her self esteem broke, her kindness taken for weakness she was labeled a fool,
crazy, stupid because she cared too much. ungrateful individuals seemed
to be captured by her presence. places she treaded searching for an escape
only to face mental abuse on repeat that turnt to broken trust, disappointments,
and physical abuse that turnt to brokeness. weariness seeking to regain her
Self-control, spiraling out of control, continously lied on, her name scandalized. She's wearing these labels for game? and often the topic for belittlement, She
was ridicule . This little broken, despite that she is overcoming, striving to stay
on track for this little girl is blooming into a woman that holds love in her broken
spirit to dim her light yet stillness and tranquility remains in her heart.
Baseless Battleships Bear Brokeness But
Hearts Heal Harmoniously ~
Thus Teaching Timeously
28 June 2022
Before your throne Lord I fall on my knees
Reaching out to your merciful compassion
Only through your sacrefice I am worthy
Knowing the deep wounds of your love
Every step you took to show father's love
No one could understand your anguish
Each day I am reminded of your presence
Sometimes I look away than toward you
Seeking your solace and loving embrace
that broke me
exhaustion sings a lullaby
and shadows come alive
dancing on walls in memory
reciting sentimental journeys
the long forgotten perpetrator
chases me to the precipice
willingly I jump to escape him
avoiding the fall that broke me
contest 45 words or less ~ personal brokeness~ JmStorm - Vivacious
37 words © 7 months ago, Sharon
Cup
Filled up
With just
Liquid
Made of
Glass it burst the room
And clean it up
A cup of brokenness
9/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
His presence was like the screeching
From someone scraping a fingernail
Down a blackboard
But I would miss him despite it all
He wasn’t the one for me really
He was tempted by drink
And women and anything that
Wasn’t a reality in his life
His life is filled with lost moments
And lost causes because he
Doesn’t give in to the need to be
Responsible and caring
He said he loved me with his heart
But it was a love for what it brought
When I gave to him all that I had
And didn’t take anything back
He was afraid to really open up
No one knew what he was
Because he only showed his mask
Of joy and kindness and no grief
Grief was a part of his deepest heart
It wound around his soul creating
A wound that wouldn’t heal or scar
Because it was continually reopened
He was a liar with all that he said
No promises whispered that were fulfilled
He didn’t want anyone to see the real man
The one who had problems deeper than sin
And, sometimes, some ways, I miss him
Even though I never once believed in him
I could not because he was a broken word
That refused to be spoken or written down
Love it is
Love it will be
Love is what i feel
This is love and
Happiness
I know this isn't love
Love is what i need it to be
Love is what i want this to be
But my heart is like a little child
praying and wishing for it to be...
Love
I'm living a delusion
It's filled with clear skies and beautiful white flowers
It makes me feel invincible
It makes me feel whole
It makes me feel...
Loved
Is it that difficult for me to face the storm?
Is it that difficult for me to face the music?
Or am i just in deep need of feeling love
Maybe I'm just afraid to be alone
To be...
Loveless
I cling onto anything that shows me affection
Creating a pretence for love
My eyes are blinded to the world. No!
I chose to blind myself to...
Reality
It is what it is
Clear skies before the storm
And the storm is here
The grizzling thunder roars that it awakens me from my
delusion
Lightening bolts running through my heart
It falls it into...
Million pieces
And all that i am left with is...
Brokeness...
linger from me
blink for me
oh eyes
of
scorn
in this moment
my heart beats
beasts
of
morn
day break
from me broken
brokeness
of
spokenwords
silence
becomes me
together
we
breathe
lesson with me
here
in
love
spell
your sleep
prepare this
new found
love
think
blink for me
linger from me
to me
?
Don't let those dreams fade into their eyes,
And water their guilty souls to an able pains.
We are the nexus of an abyss of paradoxed war
Return the tooth you took from the lyrics of
The song played to the orphan children.
We need not those dreams to fade into the air,
We need peace among the black tribe in the land
Not a fading dreams but a hope fully fact to come.
Drew a piece in the side of your soul before night,
Make the rhythm of my seasonal sermon echoes.
We are here for the future, take my hands,
Fade those trouble lurking among your eyes,
This land must be lifted high above its height.
Let the york be eased from the sons of men,
Tomorrow holds the fortune of this very soil
When we stand with our hands lifted up.
If the drums are from the ghost of shame,
Let the sky speak of land with no single crime.
If the thunder question today's rain, we'll protest,
The green land of ours must be protected with
the spirit of unity not of war and brokeness.
We are here for all of us, heal Nigeria now!.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Now as i weave my poetry, he says to me
"You look good beautiful
From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your nails"
I smile back and continue to my second stanza
I'll give you my beauty for free, i think painfully
If you can erase all my hurt
All my brokeness
For beyond my shellac
There is a tarmac road full of potholes and cracks
And i wish you could see that
I wish you see me that way because am not fully put together
The foundation hides, that which i wish you could love
The eyeliner drives, that which is not there
Read my poems
Read me
Read my pain and then love me
Together, we take mechanical steps towards happiness to the beat of two broken hearts who fell in love over a mutual brokeness, out of necessity, and not necessarily by choice
we keep up with the ticking away of our time, bc neither of us want to waste what we have left to share each other's weight before it crashes and we're left with two separate worlds to carry in two separate sets of shoulders,
and do not apologize to me for the robotic way you show affection bc it only makes the world seem larger with the weight of both of our disappointment of what might have been but never quite was
There are times when I get lonely
There are times when i get lonely
I sit in the dark and listen to myself breathe
Its quiet and Im alone.
The air is dry with the power to cool
the wisp of my thoughts is all i feel.
There are times when I get confused
I think, theorize and even try to pray,
All i get is a one sided thought
The world my friend a thing i cant call mine
wondering still maybe just maybe!
There are times when i want love
someone to be by myside,
my heart has a brokeness that cant be healed
I yearn each moment a friend, a love just someone.
There are times when I am lost, confused, and lonely
all i can do is look to heavenly father and know that everything will be ok
if i just have faith.
Today in Heaven a celebration
One of God's children has been welcomed home
Alex arrived at the gates of Heaven
Thankfully he didn't travel alone
Jesus lifted him from his brokeness
What was temporary has slipped away
A body of Glory gifted to him
With renewed strength he can start his first day
With a smile on his face and youthful strength
Alex knows God's promises are true
His days on the Earth have come to an end
Alex did all he needed to do
Special ones lost, who went before him
Are all gathered to welcome him home
All of his tears have been wiped away
He knows he will never be alone
Although on earth we are sad today
Alex looks down on us with a smile
He does not wish, for us to be sad
We'll be reunited with him in a while
Dedicated to our Brother in Christ
who has been welcomed home.
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