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I don’t hold any authority,
I am small compared to Your enormity.
Why then have I been rescued,
Who am I to have been pursued?
His is the power, He is the glory,
I am but a piece to unfold in His story.
God of my fathers, oh, Eternal One,
Your Love is unending, for You sent Your Son!
In the shadows of death, I will fear not,
For the war has been won, the battle fought.
The Father above has pardoned me,
I walk as His child, saved and free.
What grace could imagine a mercy so great
The God of Ages took up my cross, bore my weight
He sent His Son to die in my stead
I will strive to follow the path He has led.
Form:
Who crowned You king of the land
Where innocence has feared to tread
Where angels and demons play tug of war
And i'm the rope stretched taut and thin
my head lies deep in the sand
i need You to speak in my stead
i now wish to merge my voice with Yours
And lift this thorny crown of sin
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I speak but cannot shout
Translate to you my silent penchant
your blackest nightmares cannot hide
I hold you in the light of morning glow
If ever you're in doubt
Share with Me your dark intentions
Come sit by ancient fireside
And I will tell you all you need to know
I think I’ve always been stuck in grief, I could grieve my birth from my first birthday.
I may have been, but if that is so, I am grieving still.
When the end reaches you a bit too fast you suddenly can’t reason yourself out of grief,
Because logic doesn’t form sadness into innocence anymore, and you don’t dare dream of relief.
I hold so much emotion, carrying myself with aggression excluding anger something beside rage,
A subtle feeling that stills my movement stumbling backwards into life as I age.
Throwing forward punches with thrill that lands on no saviour to the plaphur of my existence does shatter,
Following forth to the ground of good stead falling through the air to the latter.
Existence doesn’t suffice for living in this reality that my pupils too blown to replace,
A thrill, a feeling, a forgetful encounter something I wished to forever chase.
My heart does beat but in my body doesn’t feel for the emotion my mind whirls may control,
A thunder of wake meets my body still as a death engulfs my being whole.
I don’t shiver, I didn’t speak not since the remittance of your soul does reap,
A killing, a purge of my heart driven track seeking the survival your own does lack.
I do not weep, do not wither under the disappearance of sun,
Your feel connect river no longer walk does run.
Guilt carried through death in a way many fail to understand true,
Heart does not quiver at the feel of ghost you.
Be sure you’re in before midnight
On the Eve of Halloween
Or you could get more than a fright
From the awful things you’ve seen.
The Trick or Treating finished,
The children safe in bed
Or huddled around the fire
Telling stories in their stead,
Maybe nervously shivering
Feeling strangely cold
As the evening progresses
And more macabre tales told.h
And then, the parties finished,
The doors locked tight
The clock moves quietly on
And its All Hallows’ night.
Did they catch a movement
From the corner of an eye
Possibly maybe sense
Lost souls wandering by.
A procession wandering
Down every silent street
To the Centre of the village
Where those lost souls meet.
Do they celebrate the gathering
Do they seize the chance
To mix and mingle and entwine
In a ghoulish form of dance.
A convention of undead
None were able to save
On this their special night
New risen from the grave
Just for these dark hours
Freely let to roam
Until with the night’s end
The grave calls them home.
As the dawn approached
And the clocks moved on
They silently dispersed
Until every one was gone,
With the coming of sunrise
Are all the street cleared,
Lost souls back to to Hades
For yet another long year..
The children come awake
Remembering Trick or Treat
And for another year the living
Reclaim every single street.
Come full morning light
There’s no sign to be seen
Of the strange events of
Another passed Hallows E’en.
So be home before midnight
To ensure you arrive whole
The cost of being late
Could be your very soul.
Sleep now my most adored,
With whom I completely inamoured.
Stay safely wrapped in my arms all the night through,
And know that when the dawn kisses the horizon I will still be here with you.
Tonight no nightmare shall come to call,
Tonight my angel shall not fall.
Not a tear shall you shed,
I shall shed them in your stead.
No such hateful things shall stain your beautiful eyes,
Not while I am here to take upon your soul's cries.
Goodnight my most treasured,
Whose worth I could never measure.
You are worth more than the world's silver and gold,
You have more worth than anything ever sold.
You are worth more than anything the world could ever give,
My only request to you is... live.
Give me one more second to love what I hold most dear,
God, this I pray, give me one more lifetime to hold her near.
Leaves of uncertainty have covered the earth
fallen from trees of anxiety and dread
a path, once as clear as crystal blue water
clouded by ponderous tears in its stead
Silence of laughter has deafened the world
stilled by the smallest of creatures we know
the crashing of cymbals in life’s symphony
has summoned us all to a new kind of show
Yet, for this fearsome of unwelcome visits
we will find sunshine on beaches to come
but we must fancy the sun from our windows
to save for us all and not just for some
told, I’m …
purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain
always -
all ways …
wherever, whatever, WHOever the
soul divides for,
consumed, one day …
lost to time’s bitter casualty -
forever’s coda,
postscript of existentialist id …
not an iota
escapes the darkest of fates
ALL is impermanent
and sorrow, the outcome …
in contention, then -
pray, how moans the sea
if not broken on a reef?
how chants a catbird
if not mourning for its mate?
how drinks the earth
without heaven’s weep?
and how bright a sun, if not immersed in
the bitter, unforgiving black of space?
please fear not, that ache -
those throes of casualty are but
the ripples of passing on love’s expanse -
those prayerful pangs,
the precious payment for
life’s dearest …
so, if that blessed abyss be
the stead of my demise,
embrace it, I shall …
and if those briny beads of the
eye are the only coursing for my ink,
so be it …
there are far more poisonous
potions to waste words …
upon.
Denmark’s war
When the Germans occupied Denmark during World War 2 the old king was not dethroned
Every morning, he was seen riding in the park
Once, when his horse was spooked, by two German soldiers. he fell off his horse but got up
He dusted himself off, mounted his stead, rode on
The occupier thought his presence was good for morale, keeping the people passive
It was difficult to be a resistant fighter there was no place to hide after all Denmark is nothing more than a gigantic sandbank
The story of the king could have been written
by Hans Christian Andersen his work has been translated into my languages
We must not forget the physicist Niels Bohr who contributed to the understanding of nuclear power
There are many more names but this is not a list of great achievements
Denmark survived the war by not being overly aggressive making the enemy feel at ease
The farmers farmed, and fishermen fished so much that when peace, came they could help
Norway who faced starvation
When you placed your hands on the littles ones thigh,
When they saw your shadow in stead of theirs,
When they glanced up at you, adoration and want radiating from their eyes,
There goes your rotten mind misinterpreting that,
Oh how could the little one know that your heart rested a lewd demon,
When you offered them a place to seat,
Your laps feel like steel,
But the little one doesn't complain,
You have the kindest heart for bearing their weight,
When your hot breath behind their neck make them shudder,
Your eyes crinkled, the game just got easier,
The little one felt a bulge underneath her skirt,
Did the kind man have a rock in his pocket? She wondered,
Oh if she could see how lust filled your gaze, she would flee,
Your evil hands ventured far deep, beyond her thighs you were destined to be,
The little one gasped,
Her little head turning so her innocent eyes could see yours,
You saw as tears welled up in her eyes,
Her quivering lips and face full of plea made you retreat,
"Ruin her, ruin her, the devil's murmur you began to hear"
Your face turned dark,
Your evil hands on her supple skin groped all it could feel,
The little one trembled and plead,
The burns she felt were too much for one being,
All she wanted was a seat at the beginning,
Your grunts and groans were like a thousand stones pounding her ear drums,
You made the loudest moan and it came to an end,
Oh how you ruined God's beloved.
Hello Father, my old friend,
I've come through prayer again,
Your visions planted in my head,
To voice in His great stead,
An agenda that is for us all,
Jesus' call,
Within the Love of God,
In restful dreams, I walked bold,
Down the streets of gold,
'Neath the warmth of a light,
Your love gave me flight,
Now a view of your wonderful throne,
Made of stone,
And touched by the Love of God,
And in the light, I saw,
A place with grace for us all,
Then I began to wake,
Glorious dream I could not make,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains,
Cause the Love of God,
"Christians" said I "You must know,
Our Father's love grows,
Hear His words that He may teach you,
Take His arms that He may reach you,
All His words, come from above,
And echoed our Father's Love,
And the people knelt and prayed,
In awe of what He made,
And the love rushed out it's warming,
In the words that it was forming,
The good book has said "The end is near,
With none to fear,
Within the Love of God.