Vain imaginations, like clouds in the sky
Darkening my vision, and causing me to lie
Down, oh pride, and vain conceits, I say
Clear the way for truth, and chase the shadows away
Unbelief, the thief, that steals my hope away
I cast you out, and choose to trust and pray
For faith to arise, and doubts to fade like night
As I stand on promises, and hold on to His light
Confusion, oh confusion, you twist and turn
But I will not be swayed, for I know what I learn
The truth sets me free, and brings clarity to sight
I cast down confusion, and choose to stand in the light
Double-mindedness, a heart divided no more
I choose to serve the Lord, and walk through the door
Of single-minded devotion, with purpose and grace
Leaving behind the doubts, and embracing His holy face
I cast down these foes, and choose to stand tall
In the power of His might, I conquer the wall
Of vain imagination, unbelief, confusion, and strife
I choose to walk in faith, and abundant life
Oh to wear the crown
Asking God to fight
Death and fate strangled
at my arms end
Ripping angels with my teeth
Race to unseat beast
Fold reality until it disappeared
Squirting words
upon the page
in my raUNSETTLEDge
Depressed into my form
Squint in increments
scream reams of ams to scare
splatter matter like it mattered
unstop and able
causing rain with dribble
clench my fist and grin
as the empty i step in
O' my soul, thou art cast down.
Thy shame hath brought thee low.
Why dost thou weary thyself with sin?
Why dost thou waste thy power so?
CAST DOWN
Cast down, his boat and his dreams sank
as his heart and his love fled away.
No tears but his face paper white and blank
Cast down, his boat and his dreams sank.
Ghost memories stream freely fast from yank
shadowing sadness in wells of deep stray.
Cast down, his boat and his dreams sank
as his heart and his love fled away.
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© O. E. Guillermo
1:09pm
August 31, 2014
ZEUGMA USED:
his boat and his dreams sank
His heart and his love fled away
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name Zeugma
Placed 2nd..
Thoughts that were tame and quiet, now unleashed wild and frantic!
Python desperation squeezes at the throat!
Heart pounding like a racehorse!
Sweat forming perverse rivers seeking every crevice of the body.
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Understanding and judgment once reigned, now pain's throne rules over reality.
Darkness violates the light of the inner child of innocence.
Hopelessness screams silently at the mind.
A bottomless pit awaits to embrace misery.
Life's sea tossing from one tragedy to another has ceased to exist.
Suicide has claimed it's victim, cast down at mercy's feet.
My son, my son, my son
To whom I had taught the Lord’s Prayer
Guided His mind to ways of righteousness
Instilling what is right
Hoping for a man that shines forth. Strong!
A man of Godly character
What did I do wrong?
What unchangeable mistakes have I made?
Did I not show forth the Lord’s ways?
A life worthy to be exemplified?
Tell me my son,
Where did I go wrong?
Now you bare the burden of shame
Sitting in a state of anguish and pain
Days of torment, thinking
Knowing that this should not have been
Wanting to change what is time passed
God would not allow that even if you asked
If you were not where you are
Maybe, you would not have heard Gods call
He is going to take your shame, your pain and your anguish
He is going to take your loneliness
He is going to fill you with His Spirit
He is going to make you a lighthouse for Him
Do not despair my son
Do not despair
You will shine
As tarnished gold
Polished by the jeweler
My love for you will never wane
God’s love for you even more so remain
Give your all to Him
Let go and let Him
You have tried on your own
Now let God work His will through you
He is God and God alone
Love, Mom
The Rubaiyat still murmurs misty-sad
Of youth’s romantic dreams we all have had
And lost, along the years of laughter, love, and tears,
Like once-sweet wine fermenting bitter, bad.
Is mere self-pity poetry or art?
Fitzgerald thought so, and he squeezed the heart
Until he bled the pain that fell like wine-red rain,
Proud passion punctured by a poet’s dart.
Miles below the surface rage she rests,
Her broken body caged by sand and rock,
Innards spilled across the ocean floor,
A hundred years since she escaped the dock.
Her crew no more than skeletons bleached white,
Scavenged by the mouths of unknown fish,
Scrubbed of flesh by carnivores and salt,
No farewell kiss, no cede of final wish.
A funnel snapped in two lies still and cold,
Porthole blinded sockets, streaked with rust,
A single shoe, some links of silver chain,
In sandy swirls of seabed graveyard dust.
And in the depths a pianola chimes,
Champagne glasses clinked in endless toasts,
Till gargled screams of drowning swell once more,
And midnight strikes again for all the ghosts.
The bell lies still and green upon the deck,
Seaweed streamers flutter on the rails,
God bless her and all who rode within,
Leviathan cast down, no more she sails.