I've done this before
Sometimes the words simply flow
Today I am dammed
SAVED- DAMMED- OR LOST- THE Soul of a MAN--
The soul of a man;
Eternal;
But the heart of a man is flesh;
Once returned to the grave,
Never lasting;
For you see the heart made of clay;
Not the premise of life is not death;
But it’s based on eternal life;
My heart, my brain, my body rots away;
It was fashion out of dirt and clay;
Alas my true self spirited up, up and away;
The emotions and inner beings;
Must or must not face a second death
Entwine, inflamed in everlasting turmoil;
If our souls be lost……
But Alleluia we our saved
If our souls be lost.....
It could be saved in time if we allow Christ
Alas my true self spirited up, up and away;
UP, up, up and away alas my true self spirited
02/16/19
Contest 560, Any Theme, Any Form, Up to A Max
Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Dammed Up Tears
This heart's ache
Deep past limit
Drowned in the river
That killed it
Sorrow years
Dammed up tears
A wall built
With mud and brick
Hardened heart
The best to kick
Sorrow years
Dammed up tears
Floods rise
Pressures build
But not these tears
They aint gonna yield
Why'd I let
My guard down
Just one time
This time around
Oh foolish me
What caused me to think
Left in the brink
Played the fool
Loved she is
Her heart taken
For all she gives
Sorrow years
Dammend up tears
The flood did arise
Without break
Just alll internal
Bleeding heartache
Killed by a love
It never knew
And far past rescue
Sorrow years
Dam up them tears
The Skeptic,
With his torch and its light, which seems subdued
On my knowledge he will scorch with a true, which tends towards lying
And condemns me into dyeing in due course
The Scholars,
They tend to turn what could be true, into lies which best unlearned
And take the knowledge of the ages twisting it to empty pages,
only fit to burn
The People,
Oh how they follow, down their streets and in their churches,
only lead by something hollow, is it dead, staunchly waiting, cold and empty, calculating
This I pray not so.
The Masses,
Like stubborn asses, do not love, the one above, but keep crying while denying
that they killed The Peaceful Dove , and This bring them to disaster,
serving blindly, their evil Master
I'll Be Dammed
By Nate Spears
My birth arrived from a place
Where the sun didn't always shine
Neighbors borrowed everything
From Kool-aid to Good Times
Dirt trail tales
Sand lot fields,
Sores filled my legs
From playing out here
Diamonds in the rough
Times were tough
If you didn't play right
They whipped your butt
But,
Under the hood lies a motor
Furious when crunk
Hit the gas and excel
Use it to drive to the top
Elevate with purpose,
Achieving is certain
I'll be dammed if I let the hood
Be my disconnect button.
If others were aware, Oh shame
Hint nothing!
The heart is in the hand of a hacker.
Dare not share.
Fear retrobution, repremand
forlorn.
Act as one fortuitous.
Oh deception!
Specialize the fraudulence.
The exclusive confidence, a ruse.
To excoriate this being would serve well.
For it may never never tell.
Race to occupation!
Run to duties call!
Pray the tounge slips not.
Fear that many fall.
Oh books, they serve not.
As time does better still!
Experience a teacher, will tell, may tell, of others will.
Guide the heart.
Your hand be true, and kindness give with thought.
Not all are as you.
To do as some they ought.
But mines are mixed and not so well.
They feel as you may owe.
Are they sad, corrupt, or angry?
To take their silent stabs so slightly,
as they trample all over.
All is quiet now.
Silence of the dammed we think.
As drying blood stinks.
So is this way.