Day ending, nighttime beginning.
Hearing the sounds of crickets in
the night sky.
Owls, way high in the trees
hooting loudly.
As they sit waiting, watching the
ground below for something good
to eat.
The sky reddish, golden now while
the day sun sets.
Moon, now rising higher and higher
lighting up everything round it.
As day ends and nighttime begins.
"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)
JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE
TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE
TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN
ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...
...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!
~AZAZA~'09
rain
why does it have to rain so much
why does it feel like we are doing to much
why does it have to rain like everyday and night
why does it feel like things are in my sight
why does it feel like when it rains the day drags on
why does it rain and it makes the day feel so long
why does it rain when the rain is gone it makes the day go by and the rain is long
gone
The day is coming
When the gates will close
To those not purified
Of destructive thought
It is time
To be thy neighbors loving friend
The day is coming
The heart already knows
When tears will be cried
And time cannot be bought
For it is time
To change before the coming end
A gesture, a hello, a goodbye
A glance, a chat, a meeting
An activity, a fun, a life
A person, a soul, a heart
A string, a rope, a magnet
How do we do it?
No one knows
Except for the creator
Of course
How can we make it?
And live it
How can we be so attached?
Though it’s not fully ours
How do we get so attached to people?
How can we be so compassionate?
By a gesture, a hello, a goodbye
It has been the first meeting I say
Fun and games
Activities we make
Pulls us to the person
We want to know
A string, a rope
Drives us like magnet
To that person
After we know that person
We never want him to go
But a life experience
Makes us sacrifice for that person
And that person only
That the thought of him or her
Leaving us forever to meet the creator
Establishes us with fear and sorrow
Why?
I do not really know
That is human nature
That is us
So how great God really made us?
To get attached
To sacrifice
For people we barely know
But we forgot
We always forget
That one day will be the day
When you can’t be with the person you love
Autumn leaves burn.
Winter snow melts.
Spring flowers wilt.
Summer's grass dies.
Time Goes By.
But when I'm not with you, I die inside.
You are the reason I stay alive.
Every breath I take is for you, and you alone.
If you suddenly vanished, that's it.
I would find a way to vanish with you.
My love for you in timeless.
Until the day this world ends, I am hopelessly devoted to you.
And when that day comes when you realize you love me too,
I will sit back and sigh with relief,
Because now my life can begin.
Me and you, you and me.
Forever and always.
There are places I’ve grown from some far and wide
Past my heart and lingering within my mind
There are roads I may have crossed craggy and forgotten
Each step I take I ascertain more clearly
Through the willful nights and past stories
I never looked back for more than a mere second
Whispering all the things I saw and sensed
I’ve learned to transform inconveniences and annoyances
This wind that now blows shows me-
I must discipline my intellectual truths
Training in the joy of day to day
I shall walk along the ruins of yesterday
On a journey of understanding myself
With less fear and doubt and wiser to the day
Is there such a day as "Today?"
The evidence points to yes.
Some say to put off 'till tomorrow.
But the only day we seem to meet,
Is today.
There will never be a time
When I ask "are you enjoying tomorrow?"
Why then, are we so fixated on a day that never comes?
Some say "why do today what you can put off 'till tomorrow..."
But what is today, but yesterday's tomorrow?
The strumming of the guitar
Watch and wait while the sun sits
Glorious colors of blush
Orange kisses of a crimson movement
Hush
Listen, the violins are weeping so slowly
Music to my ears and natures tears
Fall beside the late day shadows
Dark dapple-gray clouds mesmerizes
Flutes of majestic mountaintops sing
Whisper winds
Whisper so low
Wailing loons calling out to the end of day
Calling on her mate
Calling on her lonely cries
And so to the small hours that melt on by
Echoing silence
On a Day Like Today
by Amy Swanson 12/2008
On a day like today,
I just want to scream.
This day is so cold!
I'd much rather day-dream...
...of a small tropic island
where sun always shines -
Yes! That would do nicely!
(though just in my mind)
On a hot sandy beach,
where the water's deep blue;
relaxing and warm,
with palm trees in my view...
and a drink in my hand,
with that little umbrella!
My warm, leisured day
would read like a novella...!
But I open my eyes -
drat! this dull winter gray!
I prefer my day-dreams
on a day like today! :)
The sun burst into a new day,
A day of redemption from a night so long,
How can you sit there and not say,
It is here where you belong?
We walk on the beach, hand in hand
Such a nice feeling, our feet in the sand.
I pull you to me, taste your lips, so sweet,
Love does fulfill me, when our hearts do meet.
Frolicking here and there,
Playing like children without a care.
You jump on my back,
Pull me to the ground,
Bodies intertwined,
A love so profound.
We lie there for hours,
With love in our hearts,
Never but never, will we ever part.
The day almost over,
Time to go home,
We’ll play in the clover,
To a different song.
Castle Walls
Who would harbor the devils
if I could put them out of him
and what makes any of us think
that we are better than them
live another day
another day my friend
and know that those who truly believe
repent and turn away from sin
for if we want to build God's kingdom on earth
we must realize his Kingdom within
so that on the day of resurrection
we will be allowed to live as gods again
for the Lord will choose and the chosen
are his wife, his church, and his children
these will heal the sick and raise the dead
according to the will of the Father
and who knows what else was said
live your life as a book of life
lest your name be found in the book of the dead
there is a child born in Bethlehem
a gift for all to come see
for the Angels from the realms of Glory
have worked a great and mighty wonder for thee
as lately we watched as with gladness men of old
all through the night
as all my heart this night rejoices
for a baby just like you
this is a day a day of Glory
as we celebrate the birthday of a king
for the Angels we have heard on high
are the Angels watching over me
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