Impulse control was just a mere thought
Who could've thought I believed you were hot?
Burn down the apartments built from our touch
Because fixing this mistake takes far too much
A risk which could end in paradise or poverty
And sacrificing things that mean a lot to me
Your record is longer than your achievement list
And your cuddles and your kisses weren't too crisp
Insist on a fix? Well, you better put in some effort
Take some money from your new girl, know you love to press her...
What can I say, your work effort is thinner
Than air in the mountains, you aren't a winner
You can try to seal the roof with the remnants of your heart
Perhaps you should have done this right from the start!
Be happy:
To bless your look's gleaming desire with joy.
Laugh when you still have teeth, lips and tongue; toy.
Be sad:
To wash away your look's painful sorrow.
Cry... when your eyes can see through tears aglow.
Don't be defined by situations cum life;
No situation ever wants breath via knife-
Be strong.
Dont be careless of circumstance's prank;
Before at an instance, your clues go blank-
Be alert.
Don't be deceived:
No one knows tomorrow, not even you.
Keep it cool and tough but kind through all blue.
Don't be discouraged:
Best lies in the film of a shameless dream,
Where fortune swims at ease to warm the stream.
Through fear of taking chances lies real deal,
By uncertainty quietness to be heal-
Don't be frustrated.
Through luck, you draw goodness watching afar...
Before deadly hope burn down the staged bar-
Don't be ridiculed.
For all enduring hearts evaluate ;
Anger never sort with threatening submit.
My memory caress your day;
With wide open arms,
We embrace the day's brief touch...
My handshake's will, overstay;
With Wide open arms,
We stroke each other's back such...
My eyes survey your look;
With Wide open lens,
We both learn of the difference!
My gaze weighs such feat on hook;
With wide open lens,
We knew of growth's past reference.
Regards to how well we come....
With wide open hope,
Of how far trials go cum grace.
Wisdom silently waltz thumb,
With Wide open hope,
That favour will run our race.
My touch that long for you, friend-
With Wide open joy;
Feels how words burn down ego.
With peace and pain, we all blend;
With wide open joy,
Presence and of letting go:
Presence massage weary time,
With wide open drink...
Letting go brings distant vibe.
We shall celebrate great climb;
With wide open drink,
More than what words could describe.
When next we meet, insha God;
With wide open praise,
Everyone would testify-
To His goodness in our squad,
With wide open praise...
Of good things feats beautify.
AMEN!
I was always shown stories as a kid,
Heroes with capes and cowls taking center stage,
Talking, walking, beating crime down with style and flare,
Until I got older,
And I saw my own personal heroes fighting amongst themselves,
My batman yelling at a emotionally starved wonder woman,
As I hid in my fortress of solitude,
Hiding away with a knife in my hands.
It felt so strange when I saw that same knife on TV,
My first horror movie,
As it pierced the veil of a shower curtain.
I got back into superheroes as a teen,
Now no capes and a lot less glory than I had remembered,
Just The Boys showing me even superheros can be supervillains.
But I watched them with rapt attention
Watching as they burned the world around them, to a cheering crowd.
I wished to be them one day,
Able to do anything I wanted,
If I was a leader I’d burn down buildings too,
Its only fair,
Right?
I want Love.
The kind of Love,
which holds my hands,
kisses my cheeks and gives me peace.
I want Love,
which wants me too,
"I'd let the world burn down for you".
I want Love,
which respects,
the "forever and beyond", I guess.
But where's this Love,
I can't see?
Do I miss the opportunity?
Or are just my expectations too high?
Is this Love too much Disney?
Or is Love just hiding from me?
Even if it is -
Love, you have to know:
I am going to always want you.
Rachamim
(Compassion Of Mercy)
Why do nations rage?
Always at war in vain.
The wicked will never stop.
They love violence and it’s wrong.
Under the sun, always at war.
No care for another soul.
What life is this?
No victory in the blood of violence.
It is in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Leaders care for no one else.
The fall of mankind.
Burn down all the land from the inside.
Very few people are left.
Hope Jesus remembers me in the end.
I want no part of this dark world.
Always another war.
Have compassion for those who still believe.
Through mercy, forgive me.
Time is like Sodom and Gomorrah.
One day it will be all over.
Judgment will be worse than before.
Not water but fire.
Raise up into the colorful sky.
All the cities will be burning bright.
Ruining Of Society
Earthquakes are everywhere.
No one can be found here and there.
A lawless society.
With no authority.
Vandalizing someone's property.
No care but to destroy the environment anyway.
An era of decay.
The world is going insane.
Mankind above the law.
Just like Babylon.
The sins of the earth.
Burn down the flesh, remain in the dirt.
A corrupt government.
Everyone can see it.
Many will suffer.
The world is going under.
Every man for himself.
No food on the shelf.
Centuries burning, what a shame.
Nothing will ever change.
A holy war no one can see.
Stand by the cross, it’s all that I need
Too Many Rules
Wake up to all of the lies.
Always talking , here comes the fly’s.
Always struggling just to get by.
Work long hours, take back what is mine.
Too many regulations to follow.
All my enemies will be at my feet and below.
Camra’s watch everywhere you go.
No place to hide but run far away from you.
Too many people in power.
Push back until the crowd grows louder.
Westand tall for our freedom.
The government has always been the problem.
Throw away the corruption.
Raise your fist high cause the streets are burning.
This is our purge who’s against us.
The high and mighty will become dust.
This letter I wrote to my brothers.
In rage this is not over.
Wecannot live under dictatorship.
Light up the sky because we don’t give a .
Trample on our leaders who betray us.
Burn down their homes for there will be no forgiveness
I carry a war inside me —
no guns, no blood, no trenches —
just the heavy silence that screams,
that crawls under my ribs
and digs like a thief in the night.
They see me smiling,
a painted mask, a borrowed script,
never the wild, tangled mess beneath —
the dark roots of despair twisting
around my broken bones.
I am the woman who wakes up twice a day,
once in sleep’s soft arms,
once in the cold battlefield of my mind,
where memories explode like landmines,
where joy is a stranger and pain,
a relentless lover who never leaves.
You ask me what’s wrong?
As if you could hold this hurricane
in your gentle hands,
as if your words could stop the bleeding.
But there is no bleeding to be seen,
only the invisible wounds —
the weight of hollow mornings,
the breath held too long,
the echo of a scream
trapped in a locked cage.
I want to scream.
I want to burn down this house
that holds me prisoner.
But I smile.
I live.
I survive.
Because in this war —
the invisible war —
my soul is the battlefield
and hope, the only weapon.
Rachamim
(Compassion Of Mercy)
Why do nations rage?
Always at war in vain.
The wicked will never stop.
They love violence and it’s wrong.
Under the sun, always at war.
No care for another soul.
What life is this?
No victory in the blood of violence.
It is in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Leaders care for no one else.
The fall of mankind.
Burn down all the land from the inside.
Very few people are left.
Hope Jesus remembers me in the end.
I want no part of this dark world.
Always another war.
Have compassion for those who still believe.
Through mercy, forgive me.
Time is like Sodom and Gomorrah.
One day it will be all over.
Judgment will be worse than before.
Not water but fire.
Raise up into the colorful sky.
All the cities will be burning bright.
Fear not the arrow that flies by day nor the terror of the night
Edify not your physical senses while your soul is missing out
Assist your heart to find its truth and loyalty, make it count
Rain is a blessing, don't be afraid to get wet once in a while
Offer up your best defense when it comes to living your own life
Fear not the arrow that flies by day nor the terror of the night
Mouth only words of good and seal the jaw shut when it comes to curse
Invite courage in for it is a lion that loves to roar in its own den
Strong it and when it comes to weak, muscle up with vigor be brave
Smoke is just that, it doesn't burn down a house, but fire does
Imagine yourself to be a warrior of old and hold your sword high
Not a hair on your head shall be harmed, nor cause you alarm
God is the protector of all that you are, you are His Star ....
Once you learn the truth, all false evidence will vanish
Unicorns are not afraid to be different, so why should you ?
Trust in the nature of things and you will always know what to do.
I could hand you the bottle,
tip it slow, let the cheap red river
burn down your throat—
but I can't make you feel it.
I could drop you in a dim-lit room,
where the fan wobbles and the radio wheezes
some dead man's blues—
but I can't make you hear it.
I could carve the hunger into your ribs,
make you watch the world walk by
with full pockets and easy hands—
but I can't make you taste it.
I could lay down the cards,
deal the losses, stack the nights
like empty beer cans—
but I can't make you know it.
Where are your arms hidden in disguise,
you are our path to freedom and pride.
The spaces are taken by the celebrated and hated,
where is the love which given is for unborn,
take us with free love,
and deadly flight of widowed dove.
Stay within my spaces,
open your native places.
Understand with an open heart,
war is just an ugly form of art,
like a poison dart will eat your freedom,
burn down your home,
devastate everything we grow,
and everyone you ever knew or know,
will turn to dust under rusted nails,
and busted cemetery gates.
Never underestimate the power of one another,
with each other and the games we play,
because some day will dig our own grave.
Some would say, it's just another day,
another foul play, just go ahead and pray.
By: Katie Davis Written on 6/29/22 Revised on 10/28/24
Anger, burning hot enough to melt a calm mind.
Anger, boiling, steaming like a volcano shaking the earth ready to erupt the pain out of a blistering soul.
Anger stewing, building way beneath. Trying to contain thyself in a fragile encasement.
Breathe. In and out.
In and out.
Just breathe.
Don’t let it simmer and seethe for worse is the actions that are done in anger.
In and out.
In and out.
Keep breathing, keep surviving.
Anger that is like a trick candle that is thought to be blown out, but the flames keep on returning and can burn down what is built.
So be careful.
Anger in all.
I have a story to tell
Where survival and pain
Literally broke the veil.
It took years to see
The truth of my abuse
And the memories of my hurt
Has given me my muse.
I fell into men that craved control.
I knew one day I would get rest
For my weary soul.
Physical pain was a common norm
And my abusers have released my storm.
I take no orders.
My boundaries have no give.
I’m locked away tightly
Behind iron doors
Where I will shine brightly.
My wires are set.
The traps are laid out.
Anyone trying to enter
Will leave with a pout.
Tread with caution.
or trip a wire,
your gift will be an explosion of fire.
You will burn down to ash
with nothing to recover.
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