Australia, you promised plenty
Buildings replacing trees and views
Concrete covers the sacred lands
Developers grab even more
Energy draining quickly
Farmland naked where once bush grew
Green landscape now just scars
Humble pleas go unheard
Justice lost behind closed doors
Lost children in a lost land
Money begets murder done
Nobody left to save this land
Open scars where miners dig
Prosperity flows away
Quietly the land cries
Religion an early cause
Scars everywhere we see scars
Trembling mountains fall in pain
Understand the land that cries
Victims silenced by gun and law
Wisdom from elders taken
Xeric land now appears
Yearnings to change the past
Zephyr sweeps a damaged land.
the promised november never arrived
it's still the same covered in fog
and smoke from the old world
when my life was at crossroad
november's blood moon
and stars told a different story of my fate
i die every night and think about it
when my god promised to love me more
Do not take restoration at heart's nest
To rest quests of growing... to thanksgiving;
Where fierced tempest seemed calm and reliving,
Rather keep battling to secure end's best.
When your reach nation;
Where lofty navigation
Tie norms gradation...
Do embrace undiluted silent tongue
In your closet where broad will is of God;
Every moment joy visits starving odd
To dine on your sacred wrongs left unsung...
When you reach new realm,
Where sins put grace off as helm;
Mercy overwhelm...
Do not forget sweats, threats dared to beset
That energize crazy means you keep up,
With daring patience, luck tempts to give up;
Tracking your lot to memorable regret...
When you reach great land,
Dearly take firmly your stand
For grace to expand...
Yet clip your head down in His soothing palm,
Switch not to have a grip of your wisdom
Which holds the best human abused kingdom;
Of foolishness buried alive in psalm.
When you reach new height,
Try by all means to rewrite
Past names- delight slight...
I will never give up
Waste not a moment
There are things
That only I will tell them
I cannot stand by
Satisfied, though frightened
By the “comfort” of old age
I will teach them
The game has rules
Be it Candy Land
Or Monopoly
I shall sing
Old songs
Loudly
Cagily teach them
To chant
In a controlled
Joyousness
I shall thank them
For allowing me
To grow old
Without growing up
Today I had to question myself,
Why it is im still in love with you.
You have made it quite clear,
You and I are over and through.
Holding on the way i am hurts me,
And you act as if you don't care.
I look at you withe tears in my eyes,
You look at me with an empty stare.
Does it even matter to you at all?
That i will forever be holding on.
Or that the love we once held
And our life we shared are gone.
You say you will never come home
And I need to grow used to being alone.
Understand each day since you left
This sadness inside me has grown.
Please do this one favor that I ask,
While you're living life remember me.
And be assured I'm still right here
Loving you as i promised I'd be.
How can a place be no fairy
And no person either
The birds are gone for food
There are no seeds, no fruits
And no flowers blooming for hopes
I don't mind and need not a pity
In fact, I am indeed rattling happy
If this is a discarded land
It must be mine
I once made you a promise
So long ago it seems a lifetime
Never again would you have
To face the darkness alone
It was a promise I would repeat
With each spiral and dark descent
I would never run away
No matter how much you expected it
Eventually you said goodbye
And it shattered me to pieces
But that promise never left me
Even if the muse behind it did
I worried for a while
Until I knew that you were safe
Then I focused on myself
And eventually pieces changed to peace
And now so much time has passed
But that promise isn’t void
So permanent its carved in stone
Even if I never need fulfill it
Like a cellar in a storm
A place of refuge from the wind
I'm not asking you always stay here
Just asking you know I'm still there
For storms are so destructive
The tornadoes, rain, and hail
So I'll always keep that promise
I will never let it fail
You promised me the days we sung and cooked and danced, painting each others nails would come back someday
You promised me, so i sat restless, watching the pass of everyday, pass me by, memories souring as the clock ran
Harmless illusions wipe away as i realize what i had been surrounded by, with each spent sunday i realised i was lucky when you ran away
Harmful children come from hazardus playgrounds,i was raised to bring pain, i know a million ways that i can
You promised, something so insignificant, you are someone who should never have been given a second thought, so why do i feel this way
You promised something so small, years later something that didn’t matter yet my mind still paints you a con-man
Harmless was never really a word i’d have thought to use for you unless in a singular action like today
Harmful even when you don’t realise i guess your the same in one way, you were a liar before our relationship began
I was grateful for the love of family and friends
But I was longing to hear your voice just once again
Then I came upon a box that I had not seen
There was a note that read ‘just a few keepsakes to you-from me’
I would recognize that handwriting anywhere
It was from you, my beloved my dear
I carefully opened it--not knowing what I would see
The box opened easily without a need for a key
I peered into the box
At first, I was a bit confused
Was this one of your jokes?
Or were these things really to be used?
There were:
Glasses – to help me to look for the best
A blindfold – to assist me in overlooking the rest
Some glue – to remind me not to be broken apart
A doorknob – to keep open the door to my heart
A glove – to incite me to offer a hand when I observe a fall
A ladder – to provide me with the vision to help others stand tall
I closed the box but promised to open it again
Whenever I missed the voice of my mentor and friend
Here highlight the word of the I Am.! I will make a nation
Mighty from Ishmael..Eldest son of Abraham.' Not a religion' but yet
A nation.' Now be aware God has an eternal plan! this
Involves not the Synagouge of satan.' Who trialled by night
The (Son of Man) so here I call out from the watchtower
Haste before the night is too deep, I call Israel also to return to Him noa! you've spent far too long asleep.' Enter by
The narrow path, that Jesus walks along.' And follow close
Behind Him' for He will sheild you from.' All the ties of satan
All those horeyed lies.' His way is the one and only way.' To get all to
The Fathers side.'
World's often unfair to everyone,
There's a better world promised though.
There is a new beginning
Both for me and also you
God promised love and peace
To everyone not just a few
We are His children yes indeed
The rightful heirs of His great throne
It is so wonderful to know
It is not known to me alone
Rise up all you saints
Mark your place and stand your ground
Know that God has chosen you
My knowledge true, my words are sound
The Genesis of a Promised Seed
was and has always been a conflict.
Since primordial Eden and Eve,
between her grain against devil's trick.
His journey to the womb of Mary
is a testament of His sovereignty.
Bloodlines of imperfect humanity,
finely woven redemptive purity.
The night, a loving Father's hand
laid His Promised Seed to a manger.
Reaching the unlightened world,
yet rejected, spit upon and shattered.
The sundial in the Hands of the Almighty,
while He buries His Begotten selflessly.
The Omniscient One cast the Seed lovingly.
Yes He died, but soon He's risen victoriously.
Jesus, the Promised Seed of the Father
is now exalted, seated in heaven's Throne.
Though His heel was wounded with scar,
He trampled the devil's head, defeated and dethroned.
The sky wears a peachy shawl
Gentle ushering in the dawn
There is a promised gleam of light
Into this new day both joy and sadness will come
Chirping birds entertain with their melody
Leaving a song in the heart
Bring in new ideas to rearrange the status quo
Infinite possibilities lie ahead
Favoring those who will seize the day
I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.
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