Long Blood Poems
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Isn't salvation the gift of Christ...
when our sins are redeemed by faith?
Be willing to choose and follow the right path,
no doubt will crumple our conscience:
if we do right and stay in the light...
Doesn't courage build up strength and resistance?
His promise remains unbroken unless we stray,
He has carried His cross, let's carry ours;
we'll be scorned, we'll be spat on as impostors...
no pity will be shown on the way to Calvary!
Isn't salvation the gift of Christ,
how humble, loving and true He was until He died;
let's imitate Him and bleed as He bled...
didn't blood drip from His crown and fell in the dust?
We were forgiven, every sin was erased
by His compassion and kindred spirit!
Promises not kept are like brutal blows,
ruthless ripping words are the harsh slashes.
They strike unaware where latent hope grows,
cleave through the ruptured heart as it crashes.
The mind becomes angry fire of the wild,
uncontrolled, it simmers the blood of pride,
flares to burn the gentle patience defiled.
Not dowsed, it singes sound senses defied.
The smoke billows up opaque and intense,
conscience trips losing its stability.
Vile breath is charged with ashes of hate dense,
face of restraint they destroy instantly.
Anger then turns to perilous terrain.
That’s not safe, so get away from it sane.
The Creepers second part
Her mind ached at the thought of having to fight with her own man
the trumpet blows in the blink of her eye to destroy then.
She is not able to win his heart with love and affection
her mind filled with agony; at the moment of battle thereon.
The heart that was filled with compassion is now filled with the fire of hatred
breaking the bond of affection she has to take sword so that.
Her eyes filled with tears, she is about to destroy her husband
in her afflicted heart she feel pain , today is the day to lose in intent.
That moment of her emptiness has become as big as bay
she attains in such phase by thousands of crooked tricks of her husband in the way.
So many night spent, days passed in confusion
the arrogant mind does not want to accept wound millions.
although she holds her husband in her heart
yet the morning sky was covered with black clouds in that... (To be continued)
The Creepers third part
Even though she was humiliated but she showed respect
but tears came to her eyes thinking of possible unrest
she was delicate and her demeanor was amicable
but his brutal behavior anoint the stigma and all gone to veil.
humiliation that was sky is limit and far-reaching it is
tears streaming down and she silently oath against the breach.
The promise for destruction was as hard as lightning
a huge storm over her calm, soft body that prevailing
the chain in which she was bound was shattered in turn
the goddess of destruction kissed that fierce impersonation.
In a blink of an eye, that impersonation was flashed with weapon
boundless of her anger creates the haunt of poison
burning with rage, in blood eye she enter
towards his door to retaliate against the monster.
When the darkness finally consumes the remnants of my mind
Oh the broken pieces
They struck the floor this morning at dusk
Cutting my toes
Leaving butter and blood to intermingle
Like cutting away at human flesh
To match this unreachable goal
Of societies defined beautiful people protocol
Cast it
It is because of this
the last tear rolls down this deadened cheek
overwrought with no outlet for my own expression
numbed to nothingness
I do not feel the tear which
runs down the length of my silent body onto the floor
My heart, My lungs. Covered in your
superficial dust
Seeping through the crooks and cranny
Launder my wrinkled brow
Polish the dirtied regions of my soul
To become unsoiled
Cleanse me from my sins
Make me right
To the godforsaken cruel reddened world
Oh virtuous grace, I can never be
Exactly right now can I
To be like sparkling jewels
Like the crystals hanging from my window
Iridescently dappled
Flecking the floor with pure light
Until they too
Fall
Continuing this desire to meet it in the end
WE ALL FALL
Almost like a faerie princess
I glimmer
Oh my eyes
How lifelessly they shimmer
Tear apart my ribs
‘for
For a smaller waist
Bitterly
My heart harbors a deep sorrow
I wear the blackest pearls
Locked away in my room
Bandaged, Hidden, Monster-like
Hard to breathe
Just
Few more weeks
And
The splendor of plastic
Will pretty much
Pretty the ugliest molecule in me.
Or what is left
In this empty vessel
I have drowned
In my own tendencies to be shallow
Form:
God’s timing impeccable, bringing
together presidential adversaries, ringing
in the new year, giving us a chance
for revival. We hear about truthtelling stance.
We shall all pass into the great beyond;
Will these politicians find a way to bond,
Put aside their swords of tongue and lash,
so in heaven, no need for teeth to gnash?
Will these men and women embrace the Lord,
enter the pearly gates in one accord?
One could hope of such peace, if ears
would open, repeat the words of God, fears
tossed to the sea, aha moments to glean,
put away all impurities, dishonesty, and hold
to the greatest government above the clouds.
My shoulders shake, my eyes drip pearls. Crowd’s
mannerism, will they be shaken from unbelief
and hug one another, not just in grief
but truly love, dare I say love and other
in all the New Testament ways of sister and brother.
L.A. on fire, N.O. run over, evil restrained,
yes…restrained for in demonic force sustained,
we’d tear out the hairs of our heads, unless
we have the seal of God, like Passover impress
upon our heads, Christ’s blood upon our heart’s door.
A lighthouse beams - the sailor, Carter comes ashore.
Imperfectly, in our humanity, we enter God’s presence,
yet covered by His perfect sacrifice; His omnipresence
felt, but might each one regret past sins, fly
with the Holy Spirit, sanctified to begin again. I sigh
at the thought, for all mankind will bend both knees,
humbled; or ecstatic at His glory, for they aimed to please.
find an altar, with pieces of my heart
your promises dripped in blood
let's resurrect this love
resurrect this love...
the night screams and I can't sleep
the footstep of memories haunt my dreams
just like in horror movies you reach for me
ice cold hands and I can't breathe
dark thoughts wonder around in my head
feasting off my hate like the living dead
just like in the macabre I'm with you in death
ice cold hands and steal your breathe
until the day I find the love to slain
this monster created in my name
this pain will sip and drain
and like a ghost I'll fade away
find an altar, with pieces of my heart
your promises dripped in blood
let's resurrect this love
A specter sits inside my ribcage, gnawing at the bone;
a creature born of my own blood, that claims my soul its own.
It wears my eyes, it steals my voice, it inhales the air I breathe,
and plants a thousand barbed hooks beneath the skin I weave.
I am the one who crafts their harm into a beautiful noose,
the tyrant and the prisoner, who refuses to let loose.
I sharpen blades on broken dreams and press them to my wrist,
a willing victim to a wrath, that this torture shall forever exist.
In mirrors, something hollow gleams behind the mirrored lens,
a shape that knows my every fault, my sins, my secrets, amends.
It whispers venom through the dark, a slow and sickly drip,
and laughs as I swallow every droplet from its lip.
I dig my nails into my palms until the crimson flows,
addicted to the quiet thrill of harvesting my woes.
I tear apart my beating heart to feed the shadow’s appetite,
and stitch the wounds with rusted thread before the morning light.
Their malice planted all the seeds, but I delight in the decay;
this silent, self-inflicted siege, that passes time away.
I am the venom, the vein, the fever and the frost,
a sovereign of a ruined realm where I am all that is lost...
I peeked around the corner;
And I saw your beating heart;
Suppressed rattled and broken;
I tried to hear you out;
Oh, what a joy I found out;
That you're covered so;
With the love life spirit of God;
As I rejoice I embrace in Jesus grace;
My heart of stone crumbles;
As I bath in the glory of my Lord and Savior;
Now my stony heart with yours and God help;
Flows blood of the Lambs Living Sacrifice;
Beats the fleshy muscle that holds the love of the FATHER;
Stony hearts now broken melted together remolded into...
a fleshy heart--
5/30/19
Lust, longing and greed
Through frenzy, craze and rage
Damage, destruction and depletion
The hallmark of emerging culture
Nature’s blood thirsty hawks
Out in the open, unchecked
Consuming all, preserving none
Mindless and moronic swarms
Voracious, hungry and mad
Making earth barren and bare
With fires, famines and floods
Digging graves of the unborn
Perpetuating thirst and hunger
Sworn enemies of the planet
Mantras, shouts and slogans,
Alarms, concerns, pretensions
Catchy crowds of activists
Yield nothing but display
A routine and repetitive affair
A pastime for politicians
Events of pomp and show
What to do, where to go
Darkness al around
Virtuous and conscientious
The enlightened souls
Among human creatures
Have saved the world in the past
Let us pray for their resurgence
Taste the blood of your young and commit it to memory
May it taste so distasteful it sours your face and curdle's your sight
For the thought of there harm be your scariest fright
Offer them Protection from that which you fear
Wrap them in cotton and hold them most Dear
To your children give Love from heaven above
Pass on your knowledge your dreams and your vision'
Your's to dominate , Your's to castigate but mainly to educate
What's right from whats wrong and when to be strong
For you are all they have seen and where upon there personalities will demean
Treat your children well or they will tell