Long Lifedeath Poems
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Me I'm a lyricist yet I'm a disciple first
I drink from the fountain of life so
its evident I never thirst
I murdered the old me so what you see
standing before you is the rebirth
truth is even tho salvation is paid for sin still hurts
we were born a livin curse but we heirs to the
kingdom of Heaven because we seek ye first
or should I say...if we would, it seems like
we stay on death row like Shug Knight
but Glory to God for the Holy Spirit that intercedes
and puts us right in front of that marvelous light
the world thinks we're outta our minds but
its clear they're outta sight worshiping their devils night
try with all our might we still so far away from his Glory
like we can't get right if we would just invest in life
and put to death those sinful desires and seek the sire
we claim to be on fire but its evident some of us
still haven't stepped out of that fiery furnace
I question sometimes did we just skip school when
Jesus was teaching because it seems
our credits of being Christ-like we haven't earned them
it's like Paul said the Lord's body we ain't discerning
lets truly be unashamed and rebuke nervousness
forget right or wrong lets seek righteousness
seek wisdom like Solomon did and maybe we could be spiritually enlightened
what's the naked truth? We neglect to accept our limitations
so Judgment from the Most High is what we're eternally facing
the cross itself should have been enough persuasion
so lets lift up the name of the King who's already elevated
How, many more times shall we meet
Standing in stares and feet to feet
Negotiations done in the year of Seven
We agreed you’d take only the forbidden
Now here you are to collect your due
Chance Death have a deal, AND
....and it’s true…
” They’ll come for you too. “
They walk in pairs…
They enjoy cold beers
And offer Smoke on the table
it’s a measure of the stable
but make sure…
that the smoke is yours.
and Why am I hear, you might just ask
After an encounter with Death’s own past…
Sitting still when we talked the night
Listening still when he talked of light
Checking Time until five before nine
Death was alive but quiet his friend
I noticed… and I noticed to the end
That while Death spoke to make his case
Never did Chance give way his face
All hands clasped on the table in talk
Eyes shifting sides as the air got thick
Motion slowing to the speed of his lips…
Then I turned to Chance
and asked exactly, this.
” Take my card ” he offered to me
” Call on us ” if you’re ever in need
” May I have your blessing
and use your bathroom please? “
... know, this is not the night…
Always a great time but to die I’ll knot
So I took his card and I made it my heart
And then they left, by way of the gate.
I remain to say, nothings ever too late.
Form:
Dawn rises, and the Sun is Grey, again : One can hear the tears flowing.
The nakedness of the mighty Oak : Withers : In the shadow of “ LIFE “
I watch “Mother Nature” cry Tears of pain : in the West wind blowing
I catch those tears of Pain: For My Beloved “ LENORE “ My “ WIFE “
In the darkness after Dawn ; in the Ebony of the Moonlight : I still Live
Sullenly, I reminisce of the LIGHT of the Past ; When I still had a Heart
As the Shadow of Death , follows me into an abyss, where only Death can Survive
I think of Winters gone by, before the History of Forever : was torn Apart
Through the Corridors of unknown Sanity :my eyes cry tears of Empathy, Dead
There is no morning Dew, on flowers wilted in a new Life of nonexistence
In the Gloomy Mist of time forgotten I stare at Heaven from my Eternal bed
Hewn from a tree standing alone in a Forest , of Humanities nonexistence
Blinded my the Aura of death I seek a rebirth of Light in me to shine in my eye
Will I ever Know : as I once Knew " LOVE " ~ before I Die ~
Inspired by the Contest : " Dark Prose " Sponsored by " Catie Lindsey "
Dedicated to my Lost LOVE "Lenore" ; My LOVE Anew EVERLASTING " Barbara Jean "
My eyes are upon you O God,
there's not a day goes by
when I am not thinking of You
and the death that I must die.
I walk along this quiet place
where thoughts of You abound.
What shall be of the days ahead;
shall my destiny be found ?
The answer lies within my choice.
For because of You I know
that destiny comes to me day by day
through the many seeds that I sow.
Shall I lift my eyes up from myself
and look to the future ahead ?
I long for the completion of your work in me
and the place where self is dead.
Ever seeking Your Eternal Lordship
and the conquest of kingdoms within,
the choice is ever before me
finding life or death through sin.
Douglas L. Ace