Places Sin Poems

I haven't even processed 
And There came another .
once again buried 
Innocent's story of brutality. 
My worries doesn't stand a chance 
For what they went...

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Spiritual Wickedness
(in high places is calling the shots)
Miracle Man
2/19/2024

I've never heard, a Christians life would be easy,
I haven't been immune to life’s unpleasant things.
Trials and...

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(This is all just my opinion,
what I glean from the internet,
Mainstream News, and my imagination – 
do your own research.  If there is any
truth...

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Diamonds are Forever
(Black Diamonds in Africa, 
acquired in the Orange River)

Shinning rocks on the ground, 
fallen stars from heaven... 
or so they appear. 
Men willing...

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Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age 
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What...

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Hello, Darkness, My Ole' Friend,
I've come to talk with you, again
My loneliness comes to set in
Why am I sitting here, chatting with sin?

What the hell...

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There is no devil no Satan no Beelzebub above or just below your feet to me there is only Legion one of many one more...

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I'm stripped of all possessions,
nothing can soothe this deepest hurt;
what cure do I seek, if I brought it upon myself?

I'm troubled, unable to find serenity...

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Powerful and prosperous, all laws are far from his sight.
With pride, he boasts of victory and valour in the fight.
His winning ways, captures his victim's...

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ILL REPUTE

It was a house of ill repute 
And though the occupants were cute
(Or so I gather second-hand,
I haven’t visited, you understand)
The local residents agreed
That,...

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If LOVE and LUST were strolling along a lighted street side by side;
If the two of them looked like twins and asked you for a...

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A change of pressure in the air
The force that pushes through the tear
A carving of a natural stair
That lashes stone and rock through wear

A rushing...

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Not Too Late

I can change the whole world, 
in a moment, if I choose that direction. 
I can make things happen, 
that never had a...

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Who We Are
By: Tom Wright
7/26/99

We stand today,
products of our lives thus far.
Byproducts of environment, thoughts and acts that we cannot escape.
Each thing we've done in...

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Devil’s Playground
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

While the moon sparkles on a watery garden of pretend,
Silence reverberates above the watery grave,
Broken only by the soft chime...

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