Though storms may roar and shadows creep,
Faith guards the promises it keeps;
When weary hearts are bowed by night,
It lifts their gaze toward morning light.
The mountain stands in silent pride,
Yet faith sees pathways at its side;
Where others find a wall of stone,
Faith hears a door not yet made known.
A seed beneath the earth may lie,
Yet dreams of forests reaching high;
It trusts the spring through winter's reign,
And finds its bloom through wind and rain.
The river bends but does not break,
Its course no obstacle can take;
Through patient years it shapes the land,
By strength unseen and steady hand.
For faith transcends the loss of time,
And turns despair to hope sublime;
It knows no defeat, no final end,
For eternity remains its friend.
Some say life makes no greater sense
Except the mere survival
The others take life as a chance
To defeat their worst rivals
Camus saw life's absurdity
Epicurus taught pleasures
Gods claim life is a moral duty
To get the paid off measure
What’s life for us, my darling love?
I’d say to me it’s clear
That none I mentioned here above
Can cover what we hear
In singing of the morning birds
And what we chat of over tea
Cannot relate to the absurd
And neither to the duty..
We've given up on peace
Mankind is just not ready
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The prison of my mind
got me locked in insanity,
Solitary thoughts
carving scars in my sanity.
A sick symmetry of misery
mixed with glee,
I grin through the chaos
while it chews through me.
I can’t break free
chains fused into bone,
Demons on a leash,
but I still sleep alone.
They whisper like prophets,
preach death as the truth,
I bite back the urge
just to prove I’m not loose.
I don’t want to lose,
but I’m tired of war,
Every breath feels like
I’ve fought it before.
Hope tastes like blood
when it slips through my teeth,
I bury my prayers
where the light won’t reach.
I walk through hell
with my head held straight,
Spite in my veins,
I refuse to break.
If I’m damned either way,
I’ll claw, I’ll stay,
I’ll tear through the dark
just to find my way.
Overflowing from my bank
The unwelcome water seeping.
To and fro and lurking still
Into my soul it's creeping.
Scourge this, be damned to you
I have never asked this claim.
I live my life
Provide for many, leave me just the same.
I watch over babes, provide sustenance too,
Caring and warmth and love.
Their thoughts and actions rebound to me.
The grandest of God above.
Be gone you scourge that is mine,
Be gone you pestilence now!
I will fight, I will win, cast you aside,
And take no heed, no how.
All have joined and all will love
For all that I will give.
I never stop to offer more
and that is why I live.
I live by this, from all of you
To keep my spirits clear.
With all of you around me,
You give me strength...
I have no fear.
The darkness is all I see. I have given into the darkness.
My isolation is my defeat. My defiance is not me trying to be rude when I say this I get shunned. To be throned is to be above everyone else to be understood is to be put down.
My isolation is my defeat. My darkness understands my silence and my depression. We smile as if we are one. I am tired of smiling and laughing.
My isolation is my defeat. My darkness is part of me. My dreams are not what they may seem.
My isolation is my defeat. I am strong and brave for everyone else because I do not know anything else. stand up for thyself and get told not to backtalk shunned into the darkness once again.
My isolation is my defeat. Can I trust thyself? Stay quiet and don't backtalk to thy mother or father. Isn't that how a conversation works? stay strong for thy younger siblings. Be the one Thy friends come to when they have a problem but as I listen I realize thy friends would not listen back if I had a problem.
Isolation is my defeat.
Her tears will quiet as time heals
Oh, dear Jesus, but how this feels!
Her conscious makes quiet appeals
But she must silence her soul
Forgiveness can’t make her whole
When she made this hard decision
Allowing them their incision
Felt like life’s vilest collision
Abortion is only a word
God’s voice, she had not heard
Feelings to face, heartache to bare
Recalling when she’d not a care
But now she lives on a prayer
What has become of her heart?
What’s become of the soft part?
Without telling anyone, she chose
She’s feeling like everyone knows
So cold inside – has her heart froze?
Wondering about the life…
One she ended, such grave strife!
Abortion - a choice, but why?
These feelings, oh, she wants to die
If only her heart would not cry!
A choice, yes – but you know
Inside her, babe’s blood did flow
Be strong, they said – could she know
Beneath the scalpel, life (love) did grow!
Between spaces
Between wavelengths
I’ve taken offense
Passive aggressive towards projections I acquiesced
Syretta
Victory over defeat any day.
A most welcome boost for the ego.
An ever famished beast within.
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Phoenix rises from its death
Renewal always comes at some great cost
~ Rebirth an act of defiance
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She flew too close
And she got burnt
She had tried relentlessly
to get close to him
But failed every time
His flames were far too high
And she couldn't douse them with her love.
She was spent..
And in the end she had to fly away...
With her resplendent wings
carrying her to better tomorrows
Paris Grey
he is not cut out to live with all of this-
to live while bearing the scars
countless of spears in his chest
yet still breathing
blood all over the floor, returned defeated
every time he went on the war
with a hope that someday a savior will arrive
bearing a sign of peace and not bruises from a father
Sometimes I have to call myself wrong
So that someone s path becomes easy
Everyone has the right to speak the truth
But sometimes silence also becomes a prayer
When someone s peace passes through you
Then I have to smile even after breaking myself
He has won by understanding that he has won over me
And I have to make excuses for his victory
Real love is not just about touching
Sometimes you have to stay with someone even when you are far away
To make their tomorrow better
You have to hide your past within yourself
Life is not always won for yourself
Sometimes you have to give up your victory for someone else
That is the real victory
When you have to win your heart even after losing
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