Young girls all wish and pray for the day they grow and can become big.
Strong enough to carry the gallon of milk, tall enough to ride the Rollercoaster, beautiful enough to date the boy next door.
But, there is a risk that comes with blooming.
Flowers picked and preyed on, humans feasting on their beautiful and stealing their innocence. As you get older, they will use you for your body until all that remains is a shell of a human, a mere existence of what used to be.
So, dear girl, keep your barbies close, and allow dad to carry you in when you fall asleep in the car. There is a risk that comes with growing up and becoming beautiful
Protect The Children
Does anyone hear the concealed cries
Of the children?
It's not fake news; It's the real world
In real time.
Stop, look, listen with judgements.
No matter what age the children can't
Do alone.
Tommorrow is their's destiny, Allow
A child to say "No" and in this concrete
World.
In a world children preyed upon.
Dear children of this World, It's not
Supposed be like this.
No matter whom alleges victory in
War the factual loss is borne.
By children losing parents, homes,
Schools and a right to a safeguarded
Childhood.
There is no excuse, Do you want to
Break the generational dysfunction?
Allow your children the right to tell
You when something is hurting them
Without being defensive or nonchalant.
Protect all children even if they're
Not bloodlines.
My View changed of this world
When I experienced how far some
People will go to defend a lie.
Right in the middle of a massive
Walmart parking lot
An enterprising young lady
preyed on cars in a most unusual way
Weaving in and out of crowded lanes with consummate skill
she soaped up every windshield for free - no charge - no bill
Her calling card sticking out from the wipers at a hyper-extended angle
she fully expected to cash in on her ludicrous finagle…
But alas and alack, her business was about to go ka-plooey
For just as she sponged extra soap on her two-hundredth car
The sheriff of the town approached her, trying not to grin
“If you wipe down all them windshields, darling
~ ~ I may not put you behind bars”
I’m speechless to say the least
I’ve been looking forward to the Feast
Regardless, today is my day to be happy and full of joy
More or less…I’m trying to pick up yesterday’s mess I made as a young boy
I have nothing else to say
My words have been left behind
Today, I’m going to pray
Happiness will heal our lost mind
Kingdom, will you come?
Will You come upon us?
Spirit of God, will you be
With us to join the Lord and Christ for eternity?
I have nothing left to say
Either than I will pray
That You will see me through this pain
That You will forgive me for my mind train
And the sins I’ve done…
The sins I’ve committed a ton
The sins I’ve preyed upon
The sins I’ve lusted on on and on and on
The Sabbath of truth and rest
Is here to stay and comfort me
I’m trying my hardest and best
To be content with myself honestly
Kingdom of the Lord…
You are playing a chord
Of unattainable Accord
I hold on to Jesus’ sword…
With a weapon of peace and a shield from this chaotic mess
In pieces at ease, at ease
With a little blessed breeze to blow away the hopelessness
Let us all be in unity — oh please…
This paralyzing dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume
seductive eidolon, her stare flirtatious
phantoms in the shadows of my tomb
I don’t believe I’m here to battle
demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat
Creation?
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Kahleah prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala
I preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
fosters?
“Wilderness has at once a mysterious beauty and horror entwined within. Human mind also harbours wild urges and benign emotions. When wild urges take precedence, life becomes an untamed jungle” ~ By Poet
The jungle sprawls hauntingly scary
Where light and shadows together dance.
Here the wind howls fiercely
Thickets and thistles grow wild
Creepers twine around trees.
Branches of trees droop in disarray,
Blocking the paths and obstructing entry.
Under jagged rocks and holes,
Snakes crawl and rodents flee.
The ominous hoot of owls rent the air.
The rocky boulders in dim light look so monstrous.
Leopards and tigers roam free looking for prey
Their carnivores urge, hidden under their soft paws.
From hideouts, raptors and beasts come to the open.
Screeching bats keep flying overhead
Here in this dark grove, light seldom falls
There is a morbid silence, interrupted
By howls of predators and screams of the preyed.
Is not our world too, a wild untamed jungle
Where wolves roam ready to pounce, ready to strike!
This poem is dedicated to my best friend kat.
For we are all demons!
Demons
In ages of old, when myths held sway,
Demons walked Earth, at the close of the day.
When shadows lengthened, and fear held its reign,
Their whispers arose, like a chilling refrain.
In Babylon's towers, and Egypt's vast lands,
Demons lurked hidden, with clawed, grasping hands.
They preyed on the weak, the weary, the lost,
Their influence growing, at a terrible cost.
But the ancients fought back, with rituals and might,
Invoking the gods, in the pale moon's light.
Priests chanted incantations, warding off the dread,
With amulets and talismans, the demons were fled.
From Babylon to Greece, the battle endured,
Against the unseen, their existence assured.
A timeless struggle, against the unknown,
The fight against demons, forever to be shown.
In legends and myths, their echoes remain,
A reminder of darkness, and enduring pain.
But the human spirit, forever will rise,
To conquer the demons, beneath the dark skies
I know a man… and He understands
He made a way
Where the shadow’s preyed
He lit the day
With joy unspeakable, His gift
He holds the key
To death, hell and the grave
He knows each plea
Before the prayer is even prayed
He filled the soul
With music that speaks joy
He makes hearts whole
Replacing doubt with assurance
He guides the hand
Who simply believes in Him
He writes in the sand
Remembering we’re merely human
He lifts the load
From those who have been worried
He loved – His blood flowed
Forgiving the darkest sinner
He knew the cost
Before He came down to us
He knew we were lost
Without His gift of salvation
He gave His all
So we could be redeemed
He took the fall
Though we’re unworthy of His gift
He remembered each of us
As He hung there on that cross
He never made a fuss
Though He was completely innocent
He is the answer to my need
Filling my heart with love that believes
He came, my soul, to feed
With the wonder of grace that relieves
He is my everything
And, though I can’t understand
I’ll always shout and sing
Because this is all just as God planned.
There was not a cloud that downcast darkened day, where the sky was ablaze with the deafening roar of the engines- each man in his entitlement, but no one a winner-with each man a guilty sinner; with them who preyed the eagles would be back after their fight-but the sky was billowing mass of smoke-blood-red was the ground-where dogs barked and children did shout at the harrowing sound of the battle of the sky-but there are some that ferociously and fiercely were given another go-and he wished not to cause worry or woe-for he had a hawk’s eye, swift in motion-for love is like the blink of the eye-but his bitter end was to be nigh, let us now be proud of all of them our heads we do bow.
When shall we learn to recognize the truth
That we are being preyed upon by beasts
Whose sugared words are not enough as sooth
For our wounds that rather increase like yeasts?
How many roads or bridges need to fall,
Or lives to lose fighting in others’ wars?
How many children need grow in the hall
Of ignorance, or tending their own sores?
When we go to the polls, let’s turn the tides
And put aside thoughts of personal gains;
Let’s break partisanship that just divides
And tramples on what decency remains.
They feed the beast that vote for selfish end;
They let the wound fester and never mend.
‘An urban legend says:
These old woods were preyed on.’
Let me tell you a story of where I grew up.
A tale of the grounds behind my childhood home.
There are screams, there is blood splatter,
there is time lost, and time found. A cabin’s
framework remains to remind us of what could
happen again. Lest we forget the murders that
tainted a town in it’s heyday. The worst crime ever
committed here or so they say, with no motive.
As the years passed the truth was lost to the game
of telephone. All we have is here-say.
But the wind will always simply carry…
‘Continue to walk.’
the trees whisper in your ear;
Let the sunset rest.
There was a time when I was meek
tears streaming down with effortless ease
Amidst the hollers, the taunts, the cries
The tears would flow like autumn leaves
But the hunted has turned hallowed
I rise with a lion’s might
Gone are the days of silent shadows
I am a roar in the heart of the night
With the poise of the jungle’s regal beast
I roar with valor, my spirit unleashed
With hollering, bullying, and screaming, the tears didn’t miss me
The ones who were once preyed upon are now the ones being prayed upon
Now, I stand boldly, ready to unleash
A powerful roar that resonates with you as a lion’s feast
In the days of yesteryear, I existed merely as a whisper in the wind
Tears would fall at the slightest bend
Now, I stride with the fierce grace of a lion
With a roar of courage, I boldly claim the capacity in Mount Zion
.
she knows
Yahweh
she knows
Yeshua
she preyed
to
know
mine
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
John Burroughs
bursts of anger once ruined me,
my hopes and dreams, fear and doubt stole,
leaving pain as deep as the sea,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
pride, the pleasure of vain conceit,
ruined the truth that did console,
more smugness than love could defeat,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
ego preyed on my soft yearnings,
dimming the light that made me whole,
masking warmth with lavish earnings,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
tempting me were life’s possessions,
felt like greed had taken control,
selfishness brought bleak impressions,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
still, I had only me to blame,
fighting my pride, knowing my goal,
when I failed, feeling so much shame,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
Tom thought in his nine lives he saw it all,
He languorously preyed on weak and small,
Times change, tweet they,
Tom’s now the prey -
His predator triumphantly stands tall.
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