It starts again
It's hard to breath
Lord, I have so many unmet needs
Please help me stand
I don't want to fall
You are God, in control of it all
This empty perception
Leads me into deception
This void in my heart
Breaks me apart
I can't move
I can barely speak
It's your love i desperately seek
The road has been long
And the journeys been hard
I'm finally letting down all of my guards
Take hold of my life
For I can't take much more
Help me persevere
What I was made for
In this silence I feel you near
You are the one who demolishes my fear
In this silence I feel you near
You are the treasure I now hold dear.
By: Sabina Nicole
JUne 12th
Your love is making me whole
It's hard to be awake when everyone you know is asleep
Mindless herds of sheep, walking into the deep
It's hard to continue to stand
When I have fallen into quicksand
I'm in a foreign land
Please take hold of my hand
It's hard to comprehend
When there is so much I don't understand
I need you to help me stand
Reassure me the end is grand
The lies are being exposed
The waters have found this rose
The questions have been silenced
The storms invoked a holy violence
Inside this weary soul
Your love is making me whole
Your love is making me whole
Inside this weary soul.
It's hard to speak the truth
When I've been suffocating since my youth
It's hard to write These words
When the tests have been absurd
It's hard to launch out into the night
When the fight is part of my plight
It's time to recover my glory
No longer in the same old story
The lies are being exposed
The waters have found this rose
The questions have been silenced
The storms invoked a holy violence
Inside this weary soul
Your love is making me whole
Your love is making me whole.
By: Sabina Nicole
No More
By Adam Becker
Weary they grow when day turns to night.
Their Dreams they have died which once they took flight.
They have toiled and labored yet brought to shame.
They are many yet have no name.
Their sorrows flow like a river with no end.
They lost their hope thine only friend.
The sky, it remains, the sun still shines.
Gives light to their tombs, their fallen shrines.
An army surrounds them, their mind at war.
They will be conquered; they strive no more.
The fields are marked where the dead they lay.
They have cried out for mercy, no longer they pray.
What have we here now? What do we find?
Life can be cruel, so cold and unkind.
But life can be resurrected, the dead come to life.
To shake off the ashes, to brush off the strife.
Look to the light and grab hold of hope.
Arise from your slumber, take hold of the rope.
Dreams can live again where once they were dead.
Look to the heavens, raise up your head.
You are greater than broken, greater than despair.
You still have a future, and your heart will repair.
When life tries to break you, let out a great cry.
No more will life conquer, no more will I die!
I am stronger than you can ever be.
Satan will not get to take hold of me.
I stand in the light when you try to hide in the darkness.
I see your plan before you even know what I harness.
Your attempts to beat me down
Are not stronger than the strength He sends down.
The spirit is in my heart,
Jesus bore my scars,
God armors me.
He knows you will always try but you misunderstand,
All I must do is call out His name
And you will only be able to bend your knee
And you will flee from my mind by His hand.
For the Father has already drawn the line in the sand.
I stand on the rock that is my God
And you, Satan, will take heed,
You will be gone.
In the arms of God I am safe and secure. No more do I feel insecure. Because he Knew me before I became me.
He knew me before he formed me. In the
arms of the almighty creator of all things
There is nothing to worry about because
He tells me not to be anxious for nothing and do Not let my heart be troubled.
Although trouble exists all around today’s society,
I shall not be afraid because God and me are a majority. For his arms are like a full suit of amour I take him like Medicine and wear his words wherever I go.
As I walk through the valley of the shadows of modern Day society, in the arms of God I remain steadfast as the Enemy seeks to take hold of me.
But God’s Grace is sufficient; by faith we walk together side by side everything the devil says is a lie he seeks to Destroy from inside. But God got me in his arms.
As I walk by faith not by sight.
His protection is everlasting day to day night to night.
Stand when you don't understand,
Take hold of the master's hand.
Stand when the season feels dry,
And you don't know why.
Stand when you have doubts
And inside you want to scream and shout.
Stand when the waves crash ashore,
And you feel like you can't take much more.
Stand when you have so much to say,
But it leads to you feeling dismayed.
Stand! Just stand
Take hold of the master's hand
For in due season
You will see his majestic plan
Stand!
By: Sabina Nicole
I am out now dangling
But you leave me hanging
Holding on to nothing
Wishing to hold on to you
Wanting and awaiting
Your touch once more
Your absence has been
Too long for my taking
I am out now
It is me I would
Like to give to you
Not just some small fragment
Of my being essential only to the
Level of your selfish indulges
I am out now
Take hold of me and penetrate my mind
Subdue my body with the raptures
Of yesterday's forgotten dreams
Persuade me with the sweet nothings
Caress me with empty promises
You dare to whisper in my ear
Lift my soul with the truth of
Your lies that you want me to believe
As you knew it to be
When we became as one
Give to me all of you
If just for one more night
And if perchance
We shall meet in the sun
Let only our smile tell
Dear Father
As I slip my heart softly into your broken body I take hold of my soul. Pressing it securely against the presence of your cedar cross. Putting all my faith in your Sacred pierced hands I stand in awe of you and all you sacrificed for me.
All I ask of you is that you place your Holy Will in me. That through you and in you, I may be released from all afflictions both mental and physical. Honoring you in me I can finally settle into that long awaited peace. Journeying with you, to that long awaited place we often elude to as heaven.
Dear Daughter
You have lit the path of communion in me and clothed me with your prayers of love and Union- Grace. It is here that I offer you the linen cloth of my great love. Live abundantly in me as I live abundantly in you.
In the presence of my Spirit you have journeyed forth. Bearing on forgiveness and compassion, you have harvested my Blessed Crops and yielded good wheat. I love you daughter for you are my heart and I am yours. Forever and until the end of time.
Your Mystic Rose
` Silly silly me
always so optimistic
up against fate’s cruel hand
well, it used to work before
back when my
eyes
had
spark
and
vigor
But
now i
realize how naive
my optimism is, when i’m the one
who crushed her heart, and expect her
to let me take hold of it after healing?
Silly silly me, to think that she
would give me grace
and
love
me
how
she
used to
I'll signal to you
Come find me in the golden hours
I'll see you bathed in the warmest light
I'll close my eyes to hear you whisper through the air that surrounds me
Open my heart to feel you take hold of my hands
I can find you in the woods, in the water, and in the fields
Where the world is wild and untouched by cruelty
Where streams flow into rivers your name is a song playing across the polished stones
I'll go with you through those pathless forests where we'll hide amongst the trees
Laughing at the world we ran from
We'll never be alone again
Come with me down to Manhattan
There's an exhibit I want to go see
By an artist I'd not before heard of
'Til you introduced him to me
Now this show is just of his landscapes
Still it's one not to be missed
So I don't expect we would see it
The painting that he named "The Kiss"
I'll take you to lunch, we'll have coffee
Watch people outside on the street
Stop at a mom and pop bakery
I may even have something sweet
I promise I won't try to swoon you,
I won't try to take hold of your hand
I can't say I won't steal some glances
That'd be more than my eyes could stand
It would be such a treat if you could
I believe if you could that you would
I think if you would it'd be good
And if it'd be good then you should
Out for a day in the city
That's something that I'd like to do
But alone, by myself? what a pity
It wouldn't be fun without you
Let all the bad memories go
Sorrows and sadness untold
Within the pages He unfolds
Drowning in the sea of life
No where to run
No where to hide
Let all the bad memories go
Take hold of Jesus and find riches untold
Days of peace and laughter like you've never known
Let all the bad memories go
I don’t want my love to be violent.
But when I love, I rip my organs out of my chest, I take my knitting needles and make you a scarf out of my intestines to keep you warm while I bleed out freezing.
When I love, I see your trail of fingerprints, heart shaped kisses and scars. When love passes it doesn’t feel like it’s mine, it still belongs to you.
I wince at the thought of someone else erasing your mark, taking your property.
When I love, I mentally change my last name to yours, hell I'd even change my first name. anything to feel closer to you, I want to feel you, be you, touch you, if I'm not everything to you I'm nothing, I'm worthless.
When I love, I brush my teeth stood next you every night. I take hold of your toothbrush and playfully brush for you. when I'm alone I'm scared I'm going to get dental decay because brushing my teeth without you next to me, i just don’t feel clean.
Avoiding taboo and chasing followers
has taken art in a bromidic direction;
Everyone’s so worried about blowback!
Creativity is now clouded imagery;
Softened up playing to the masses,
no longer willing to be a little offensive;
If the musicians won’t sing about it,
if the Industry won’t make films about it?
The poets WILL speak up;
Left without fiery creators or leaders,
now we are starved for open discussion;
Frustration will find a nasty outlet
rooted in everything except logic;
Blessed with a much broader reach
but the artists sit locked in a chokehold;
What does an empty vessel lead to?
A feverish rise of audience aggression;
If the musicians won’t sing about it,
if the Industry won’t make films about it?
The poets WILL speak up;
Where are the actor’s grandiose roles,
don’t you see something is missing?
Not just the backdrop music is life,
what is the future of rock stars?
Armed with words chosen to intrigue,
writers will take hold of the reins;
If the musicians won’t sing about it,
if the Industry won’t make films about it?
The poets WILL speak up.
Where have I descended? Where are my conscience and consciousness?
Why is emptiness engulfing me like the darkest nights?
Why does everything around seem like nightly nothingness?
Why do I feel as though I have fallen from mountain heights?
The feeling of feelinglessness; the thought of thoughtlessness
The mind is blank (tabula rasa), like an empty slate.
There's an absolute awfulness to utter lawlessness.
Nonexistent souls dumped in an absurdity of fate
Lethe, the goddess of forgetfulness, take hold of me.
I am dipped deep into the deepest rivers of Hades.
Nothing is transparent; no living creatures I could see.
Am I, for the further flow, thrown into the Euphrates?
To me, an optimist, all these are but passing phases.
To gaze beyond blazes, the almighty of all graces
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