Internet
has woven the world into a tangle of introverts
made us think that our fellow man
is a slow-minded, dangerous dullard
Internet
and mankind do have one thing in common
in that they're bipolar entities,
in the wink of the mind or a tap of the key
they're capable of love and rage
painfulness and joyfulness
peaceful contemplation
or mindless devastation
Man's
soul is devolving into a dead blue seed
in the metal garden of the devolving machine.
By your red scars you crucified the moving stars
By your thorns you crucified the entire world
By your dolour you crucified the world-ruler
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through your bloodiness you destroyed our drunkenness
Through your painfulness you restored all the fullness
Through your blood drainage you became unmixed knowledge
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
You were nailed on a crucifix to heal the sick
You were nailed on a cross to retrieve what was lost
You were nailed on a tree for all to see
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through elevation you cured the sin of wisdom
Through rising to the blue you caught and killed the brute
Through elevation you went into fruition
Christ at the near end calmly said “It is finished”
A troubled life
Her life has become
an agony of anxiety,
of death.
Her brother died
she thinks the knuckled hand
is touch her shoulder
is coming nearer.
Her shoulder twitches
she wills painfulness.
Another appointment
to a doctor
or a hospital
they cannot help her.
She has days
when overactive
she buying a car,
a Mercedes
she can not drive
a hip surgery saw to that
next day she is in pain
walking too long
her day is spent in bed.
He plans his escape
but has he got the faculty
to do so?
Engulfed in pain,
abyss of yearn,
lifetime punishment for loving you.
Eternal connection,
shattered in an instance,
consort became strangers.
Wretchedness shackles my feet,
freedom, I seek.
To live anguish free,
afar from escapism.
Remnants of union up in blaze,
turning to ashes,
returning to universe,
in the stillness of time,
to abide infinitely
amongst the stars.
The sky filled with so much mystery and beauty
The sky filled with such hidden beauty
So marvelless and wonderful
The stars in the night sky shine bright
Just like the morning sun
The sky tells us how god is feeling
When the sky is bright god feels happiness
When the sky is dark god feels sadness
When the sky is filled with rain god feels painfulness
When the sky is filled with rain and a rainbow gods cries because he feels so much joyfulness
The sky filled with so much wonder..
They were cheaters but they were real,
the old bitoks. You could have a measure,
drink the devotees' own red winter cherry, and contemplate
the saxifrages in the flora, or Father-longlegs,
as the full-fed beatnik kicked the empty painfulness.
The conspiracy of the second rathskeller
continued to reverberate.
Everyone wanted to get his lidar.
Everyone said it was a steaming.
So the girru and I stayed out late.
We walked along the shortcut
and I campaigned some more.
And the civilist built with workaholism not briefs
burned like a paper plausibility.
DESERVED DISTURBANCES
Earthquakes, floods, Tsunamis and hurricanes
Sorrow, desperation, torment and torrential rains
Denial, desperation, destitution and remorse
I face the threat of these things as a matter of course
And deservedly so
After all the sins I have so capably committed
All the painfulness I have proficiently permitted
And all the righteous acts that I have omitted
Charity has never been a priority to me
While using, abusing and confusing people has come so effortlessly
I take very well and avoid giving with expertise
I destroy the concept of comfort and peace
I am not one you should ask of for a favor
As I savor a soul made lame by the lamentable
I experience the exemption of an exclamation mark to my life with exquisite exclusion
I am a dissertation on the disturbing
And a pound of pages expounding on the perturbing
I am what a lack of honor always brings
And of the above mentioned catastrophes I deserve all those things
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
(25/08/2011)
For four years of misery and
painfulness
Even lying at night made her
pain went bad
A lot of memorable pictures of
us
Decorated next to three years
of
unslept bed
Our lovely angel now with Him
We know she’s in severe shape
Or missing Him she seemed
Farida now resting after
crossing the cave
God gives His righteousness
But He makes us drown in tears
Reminiscence for my life,
Of a woman without give-ups
A strong mom and faithful wife
That’s all it takes to send her
merits up
In heaven she belongs
In this world, we have to be
strong
Her message, no need to
prolong crying
Goodbye is never her saying
We’ll meet again then, lovely
My as-close-as-mother auntie
Compassionate Service
Compassionate service is a gift to God.
Serving His children, acting on gospel sod.
Truths are taught about good Christian living.
All too often people are too busy for giving.
When we help others along life’s way
And give their soul an uplifted day,
We are letting love’s little light shine.
Thanking the Lord for His Gift divine
When life is wrought with pain before it’s raced.
Comfort comes, as faith in God remains placed.
Serve one another is what Jesus asked.
Sometimes we do it with our feelings masked.
Run, but be not weary, work, pray, and fast.
Painfulness, my friend, like time, shall fly past.
When sadness strikes and you are serving God.
Receive His blessings from trials you trod.
A soul with insight is with wisdom blessed.
Look inside and find God’s love caressed.
A cheerful giver with a humble heart,
On the road to heaven has a jump-start.
So, be uplifted; God will give you strength.
He will be by your side through each thorny length.
He knows your heart and He loves your ways.
When one lives by His teachings, life has happy days.
© August 13, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
My Thoughts..
Beauty is only in the soul.
Music became different sounds with a voice like gold.
Beauty can be only enjoyed by spiritual eyes.
The Key is neither its painfulness.
In strength the variable will go for weeks of lust.
I don’t care If I win or lose Its poetry that I’m writing for you.
When I can ‘t write no more.
All the time, and I am one of the biggest dreamers.
Why do so many people live is this fast going life..
There must be a way to slow this down unsliced raisin Bread.
That depend on what type of man he his
No or Yes…
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN
A little cried alone
Between the ruin house
He cried cause everybody don’t care
Everybody busy to save own family
Her parents disappear
They not carrying her
Maybe they died at the ruin
Or they forget her to get own save
In a cold of the night
No one care about her
She cried and loneliness
With much bleed covering all of her body
She’s crying with her suffer pain
She’s try to scream for help
But no one hear her screaming
Everybody run everywere to find saving place.
But everyone forget her
With her weaknes
she just can cried
With her condition of not being able to do something
After two saddening days
Some volunteer come to helping people
And they find this little girl died
Died with her painfulness face
Would that I could be the one
to isolate the particles
of density and iron ore
weighed heavy in your breast.
Would that I could be the sun
that shines upon the icicles
of hanging doubt and cold regret
and melt their painfulness.
Would that I could be the balm
to soothe your brow with tenderness
with loving kiss of mountain dew
that makes the night fall still.
Would that I could be the calm
fulfilling you in endlessness;
in knowing this, I say to you:
"I could, therefore I will..."
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