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Would you forgive all despair
Of darkness of your inner soul
And give me a piece of sky,
To help me see through your lens?
Would you be one moment
Of peaceful tranquility of the blue sky?
Where white clouds are embracing
And floating by, gently, delightfully.
I rush to you... I come to you
Denying all my confusing, puzzling
Dilemmas. I pray for those to be untrue...
That I see through sudden closure of hope and aspiration
through bargaining of superiority, and through intolerance.
Despite all these, I pray
One day I would reach you,
May all your real aspirations
Fly like a bird, with my supplications
May be accepted, maybe denied,
I would be ready to fight the end
To see those floating clouds
Leaving the sky for a better course.
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To become a Christian, you must believe, In Jesus’ love, and His grace receive. Be born again, with faith so true, In the Holy Trinity, guiding you.
For in the Bible, it is said, “For God so loved the world,” He led, His only Son to die for all, That we might rise and never fall.
But many claim they know His name, Professing faith, yet live in shame. They’ll hear Him say, “I never knew, Depart from me, you who are untrue.”
To believe in Him is more than thought, It’s living by the love He taught. He came to die upon the cross, To save us from eternal loss.
He paved the way to God above, With mercy, grace, and endless love. Our sins He bore, though sinless He, To set us from our bondage free.
God is pure, and sin He shuns, Our sins divide us from His sons. Without a way to bridge the gap, We’d face eternal death’s cold trap.
Jesus, sinless, walked this earth, The only one of perfect worth. He died to pay our debt of sin, And rose to life, our souls to win.
Without His sacrifice, so grand, We’d never reach the promised land. Our spirits lost, in Hell’s domain, Eternal torment, endless pain.
Believing in Jesus means much more, Than knowing He walked on this shore. It’s trusting in His saving grace, And seeking His divine embrace.
To believe He came to save, And through His death, our lives He gave. To be born again, made pure and new, In the Father, Son, and Spirit too.
To trust in Him and not our own, For we are His, not ours alone. To follow where He leads us to, And do His will in all we do.
To know He gives us all we need, And in His love, our hearts will feed. To spread His word, and help the poor, To love each other more and more.
To pray and seek His will each day, And share our faith along the way. To sacrifice when He commands, And place our lives within His hands.
To make Him first, above all else, And rid our lives of sinful spells. To be born again, and Spirit-led, In paths of righteousness we’re led.
To believe in Him is to submit, Our lives to Him, and never quit. He is our shepherd, we His sheep, In His embrace, our souls will keep.
To accept the gift of life above, From God the Father, full of love. To obey His word, and live in light, With Jesus guiding day and night.
Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee.
What shall then quell passions pursuit?
Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused.
Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.
Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.
Every hope is but vain indeed.
I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name.
Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand
False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue
In silence and tears mine days spent with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips
and arms that shall never forget.
Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!
written by Lori McClure
Shallow ,transient
fearfully blue
ingnorant eyes
images untrue.
Trouble,torment
a different hue
stains that shame
dull yet new.
It's a daydream,awake
a nightmare asleep
It's not as it seems
what does it mean?
Brooding,pensive
selfless sincere
a meaningless pursuit
clothes inner fear.
This troubled mind
symmetrical haze
transient thoughts
an everlasting maze.
It's a daydream,awake
a nightmare asleep
It's not as it seems
what does it mean?
Fears unsaid
effort stillborn
clarify contracts
notions forlorn.
A sensory vision
impromptu,unbidden
nowhere to hide
nothing now hidden.
It's a daydream,awake
a nightmare asleep
It's not as it seems
what does it mean?
Sometimes you need to cut the ties.
Not everyone is a friend.
If they've used you, made you cry,
its time for it to end,
your peace of mind to tend.
Sometimes you need to let go.
Move on and start anew.
If their friendship was just a show
and their motives were untrue,
then do what's best for you.
Sometimes friendships come and go.
They aren't all meant to last.
When their true colours start to show
its time to put it in the past,
to walk away and walk fast.
Look forward, don't look back.
There are others who are true.
The trick is having the knack
of knowing who is bad for you
and bidding them a fond adieu.
I walk along this boardwalk
my mind full of regret.
I can't believe what happened
It hasn't completely set.
I stormed out on her,
full of steam my mind.
My emotions how they've stirred,
It was quarter after nine.
It is now ten thirty,
I've come back to the house relaxed.
I opened the door, surprised at what I saw.
my house completely trashed.
Poetry strewn about the floor
my projection screen destroyed.
Stab wounds in my leather sofa,
now I am annoyed.
A note she left on the table
described in detail her reason.
How I was unfaithful,
committing lovers treason.
So she believed it fair,
since I broke her heart.
To break me of the things I am,
and that was just the start.
The mistake that I had made
and the consequence received.
Lost me the one who I held dear
no matter how hard I'd plea.
It wasn't all the broken things,
that irritated me so.
It was being untrue, I was such a fool
That is what I get for being a hoe.
Jared Pickett
2/25/2010
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I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so you can burn
I will not hush my thoughts so you can dream
I will not stifle truth so you can preach
I will not slink away so you can claim
I will not be demure so you can boast
I will not bend my head so you can blame
I will not hide my thirst so you can drink
I will not stave my wants so you can eat
I will not follow, just to let you lead
I will not stand so you can take my seat
Equality is what I’m striving for
The days must end when men demand to rule
My voice will not be silenced; all will hear:
A woman is a blessing, not a tool
She is the beauty of bejeweled night
She is the wonder of the dawning day
Her wisdom she can temper with her might
She is the one to show Compassion's way
You do her wrong when you suppress her song
When callus hearted-mind sees but her form
Her virtue is her gentle loving soul
Tranquility is she when not the storm
I will not be untrue to gendered grace
to fit the manly notions of your mind
I’ll speak and love and laugh, and yes, I’ll thrive!
With pride I’ll see you bow to womankind
Eileen Manassian
Even I wonder do I buy what I'm
selling, is it the devil's voice but it's
my choice to listen, but there's
harm in searching but that's a lie,
and those lukewarm religious folks
who just lie there there are lying in
a pool of their own ignorance, seek
and ye shall find so if you don't go
out looking you dealt yourself your
own death sentence, if I'm wrong I
repent but there's no way this is it, I
know that this Holy script I follow
isn't as hallow because men sought
fit what would and wouldn't be
suitable for would be Christians to
take in, so it's our job to chase
Elohim despite if they want us to
meddle in this faith is not
something that I'm to ready to settle
in, especially when it seems on the
other side of the world Christianity
looks different, if we're all brothers
and sisters then why do we run
different races in the faith, too
many questions I don't have the
answers to they want us to believe
with this sugarcoated western faith
that the sky is always blue, so
untrue. So as I conclude this I do
know the harvest is full but the
laborers are few
I will leave this world kicking –
(the Reaper would have it easier elsewhere);
I will not leave without sticking~like glue,
to the places I love and to those for whom
I care – believing that only a life poorly lived
would just let go, give-up without a fight – counting
all the sweaty brows it took as I earned every
hard-fought, eked-out share.
But if, perhaps, to make room for someone brighter?
I could conceivably be persuaded to hold-on less
tighter – though a bit of arm wrestling would yet respectively
be required, when from this world, I served, without fame,
I am summarily fired –
Oh, I have known, like many of my fine sisters and brothers, the tragedies
of wars and untrue lovers; blood both at my feet and seeming above~fiery,
red skies as if Heaven turned angrily from its man, for not following
their God's Perfect Plan – though longing for reunion with my dear
ones departed, with whom this life I had blessedly started, and others with whom I have
shared victories and failures, joys though sometimes left brokenhearted...still, I
will leave this world feistily kicking! The Grim Reaper to know, despite how
much my pain and suffering, the size of my enemy, or the greater
their numbers, I was never some Easy-picking!
The Divine Gift
We can, with a certain degree of accuracy, gauge one's intellectual quotient level through an assortment of tests at any given age of their educated life, and subsequent years, either professionally and or leisurely.
When asked, what would be the quotient level of my soul, that can be easily ascertained by somebody professionally engaged in the field of psychology or one's country pastor or similar bound vocation, if they'd be one.
Whenever I am asked of myself, bears a challenge from the get-go as it borders on conceit.
To say, for instance, I am a loving person is untrue for it begs interpretation, liken to 'agape', beyond whereto, it becomes dependent upon others to ascertain the measure of its worth, albeit, does not stop there for therein, lies on variables as no two or more opinions, are ever the same.
How long does that person know me, or, how close of a relationship is that person to me, as a family member or as a friend?
Going back to conceit, or rather I say, that I bear to venture the thought that I leave quotient of my soul to the interests of others to judge.
Humble am I, nay, for that too is subjective.
Nevertheless, begs the question, what is the quotient of my soul?
I do not think of my soul to be higher than others, nor do I think of my soul to be lesser than others.
I would like to think less on the subject of my soul is the best answer, methinks.
I believe the soul is a divine gift, that shines for others to see, and that providence keeps not in my mind, but as the spirit within my heart.
2019 May 29
*2nd Place*
Soul IQ
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke