In the quiet peaceful moment
Does cry out a baby's loud
And in wonder I consider
What it's thought it gives forth
All about me people call out
So many words they do say
Many things they do tell us
Of the thought they do have
And in simple uncaring actions
In their last days quiet action
Simply being what they may
Say the sum of their life's
Trapped in this dark place
High walls give no escape
Gasping for air
I'm dying to catch my breath
Fighting my way through this labyrinth
And run to the arms of someone who cares
My eyes blurry
My legs numb
My body's weak
Losing my voice
Can’t hardly speak
Getting breathless
Struggling to stay alive
Crying out! For help
So someone could hear me
I think It's too late
My life's slipping away slowly
Death is calling
Crying out
Father please save me
Rescue me
Taking my last breath
Now all I see is darkness
Still crying out
From beyond the grave
Surrounded by dead people
Anxious to come back to life
For I can't take this heat
It's constantly burning
Over and over again
It seems like there's no end.
I tear my eyes out but I can't unsee
The memories that haunt the inside of me
All I want is to make it end
With the voices I cannot make amends
A bloody war inside my mind
The part of me that once was kind
Torn to shreds by the world around
People who should to hell be bound
I'd give everything to have it erased
Burn it all and in it's place
A girl who still could see the light
Who had no concept of cold winter nights
But this isn't a film, there's no rewind
I hope one day that I can find
A way to cope with all the pain
That forever will with me remain
Every day a darker world we see.
Her skies are gray, and Her pain released.
Many warning signs are shared by her.
Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and floods
on Earth.
Her droughts are brought causing famine.
Are warnings for us to examine.
Her felt emotions and inner pain.
Are then brought forth through tears of rain.
How many more warnings must she
send?
The World to realize, we're at the end.
The Bible Speaks when will we know
the end is near? Mathew 24:6-8 ESV.
" See that you are not alarmed, for
this must take place, but the end is
not yet. For nation, will rise against
Nation, and Kingdom, and there will
be famines, and earthquakes in
various places. All these are but the
beginning of Birth Pains."
Michael Tor
Happy is the one who speaks it so while crying out in joy~
10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Should National Security be compromised from emails of privacy?
I say to you, NO it should not, but you can blame that darn Hillary!
Quid-pro-quo Clinton Foundation during ten years of Secretary of State,
spreading lies and deceit, so much controversy did she create.
Failing to protect Americans about the nature of the Benghazi attack,
corruption to the severest degree, so much dignity she does lack.
How about the “Uranium One Deal” with the Russians overseas?
Intimidating women to stay quiet while her husband spreads disease.
She has a “dead pool list” with strange disappearances and suicides,
and then when confronted she runs like a spoiled baby and hides.
Seriously? Murdering babies at seven months in the womb?
Little do we hear about the people she has sent to a tomb!
No there’s nothing on earth that could make me earn her respect-
but after all, look who she’s married to…what more could I expect?
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman
April 7, 2019
*Awesome idea for a contest, just sayin'. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it*
Crying out to God
Enables us to hear,
His response.
While on life's journey, we should always be
GROWING
CHANGING and
EXCELLING
In new and very different ways.
And then when we have fully matured,
Only then are we truly ready,
To emerge with a new sense of direction,
With a deeper understanding.
Of our struggles along the way.
Because at this critical point
We began to see life,
through the Father's eyes
We get it, our struggles were not in vain.
And our pain does matter.
For crying out loud
Pay first.You are not what
I desire
Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
To Her Children…2015
Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering stream.
Bloated ballooned bellies
mock aborted pregnancies;
once luscious breasts
sag in parallel union
with sinking faces
of lost hope.
Lost hope—whirling
like solitary ghost smoke
of abandoned fires:
abandoned fires
dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes
of fleeing lovers look rearward:
the wholeness of nothingness simmering;
as smiling death sits—
waiting and anticipating the wonted feast.
Heartbeat of hope struggles—
murmuring in the valleys and shadows;
searching the gods’ penurious mercy.
In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell,
a wretched mother clings
to time and history—once again.
Rooted in her audacious faith,
she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora:
those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb.
Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound;
destined to restore her great grand glory:
With sage seasoned good courage,
sagaciously she squats—
awaiting the victory.
I'll meet you halfway
up in the sky
shes coming my way
oh my oh my
She smiles so bright
just like the sun
She makes me blind
I cant see around
And I've been found
Sort of a hopeless cause
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
She makes me crazy
but in a good way
Im being pulled by passion
No I cant stray
Cant think with ration
and I don't mind
that I ain't thinking
Oh my Oh my
And I've been found
Sort of a hopeless cause
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
She's got her noose
around my leg
by horses Im
Im.. being dragged
Im in the dirt
I roll around
I should be hurt
but I've found-
And I've been found
Sort of a hopeless cause
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
*after writing this song I found that to loose for love is the highest expression of love.
To win for love= honor, glory, and the girl.
To loose for love=nothing gained, you give up everything in love.
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
Weighty sins grab me;
Crippling me from what I seek:
Close proximity.
On my own I fail,
without any scrap of worth.
I'm self defeating.
I scream out to you
with rage that strips my voice bare,
hoping that you hear.
There is no reply,
as if you abandoned me
to rot in my state.
Be swift to save me.
Be ready to lift me up.
Be quick to forgive.
I still feel the pain,
and hot anger tow-ard you,
though you are my health.
Replace my raw filth
that devastates every word,
keeping me from you.
Please don't hesitate
by delaying my rescue
because of my pride.
Your grace is life's breath.
Without it I suffocate
with it I'm sustained
Please answer my prayers
and forgive me of my sins.
Have me feel your love.
Crying out loud,
Crying for no reason,
A girl without future,
A girl stuck in the prison.
Where dreams are coming out?
When they take her dreams away?
A girl without future,
A girl without desire.
How many things are missed?
How many words are left unsaid?
A girl is crying out,
A girl stuck in the world.
Where is an explanation?
Where is a hero?
Is it fine now when
Girls within are still believers
But outside they hate
Every detail and season
Hidden in the eyes of men?
i see you looking at me
while tears slip from my eyes.
trying to hide my face
as slowly a part of me dies.
I want to reach out
but i know right now i can't.
things are just so hectic
my mind is on a rant.
this is a cry out for help
i guess thats how it seems.
my heart is so broken
ripping at the seams.
so many shattered dreams
on the inside i scream.
Those beads recalling all the things I dread
Old incantations from surrendered knees
Filling my mind with words I should not have read
And I cannot hear the whispering breeze
I look around me, no chance to escape,
Those beads recalling all the things I dread
And my soul lives again the endless rape
That tortured my heart from daybreak to bed.
I pray the thoughts would simply leave my head
And let me lead the life I now desire
Those beads recalling all the things I dread
Still burning inside me like hell’s own fire
My Lady sees me crying out in the night
And led me to the world of ancient dead
I saw the Pagan ways of light ignite
Those beads recalling all the things I dread
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