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Justin Adames Poem
Daughter of the King
Young woman.....
You are
First and foremost and always
A daughter of the King....
Molded and created with
delicate architecture and
infused with notes of mystery
and beauty,
Fiery passions and gifts that
slowly unfold
Like a flowers petals opening in
due season
With the right amount of
sunshine and rain
You bring vibrancy and color
like lilies to a valley.
You are a daughter of the King
Designed with the remarkable
ability to give birth to life
A life that is every part you,
every part of a man, and every
part a unique creation
You are a daughter of the King
Designed to shine and bring joy
Your strengths to compliment
and your weaknesses to be
complimented
You are not an accident
You are not your past mistakes
You are not cell tissue
You are not what people may
have called you
Labels they have contrived
Or grave abuses you have
survived
Your name is not Stupid, Slut,
Good for Nothing, Prude,
Pathetic, or Weird
It is not Loser, Lunatic,
Incompetent , or Waste of Time
It isn't Drama Queen,
Desperate, or "be seen but not
heard",
Your name is Fearfully and
Wonderfully made
Though
You may feel lonely at times
You're not Forever Alone
Because you are Never Alone
You may feel weak at times
But you are not your
achievements or your failures
You Are
A daughter of the King
You do not need to hide the
delicacy of your femininity
behind callous walls of
protection
The King will watch over His
kingdom
And He will fiercely defend and
provide just what you need
He knows every hair on your
head, every desire and every
dread
He knows and sees every tear,
every frustrating sigh, and
smiles at every victory.
You are a daughter of the King.
You are beautifully and
intricately woven by the same
hands that put the atoms and
the universe in perfect order...
You are the apple of the
Creators eye
Never duplicated
Though some may try
Failing to see
That they too are carved in
uniqueness.
You are in this world
But not bound by it
Given wings to take flight
To soar among the heavens
From where your essence was
breathed from
You are
A daughter of the King
Copyright © Justin Adames | Year Posted 2014
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The robbery of the soul...
The trampling of boundaries
like a frenzied stampede of
elephants..
The cutting of ties that bound
us with reckless abandon.
Emblazoned with it's name,
PRIDE, across the blade,
It's a slash to the face that
stoically said "I do",
A stab to the back that never
turned on you.
Face pale from the blood loss
and from the fear of what is to
come...making it hard move.
Need a transfusion of Life....
This is not civility....this is not
friendship....This is not who I
once knew
Plastic bags and suitcases,
Shattered drywall and dreams,
Neon lights and breakbeats,
Cold nights and empty sheets,
nicotine and alcohol dreams,
things are not what they
seemed....
Trying to break the downward
spiral, this wasteland is a
strange land to me
We're not where we're
supposed to be, you see
Just a thread of hope is all I
asked for,
And I would have woven a
beautiful tapestry to cover you
with.
I'm sending desperate heavenly
petitions in the middle of the
night,
Eloquence is replaced because
of desperation and urgency
with wordless groans,
The moans of a weary soul
stuck in the pit of despair
Hands covered in blood
clutching my chest,
The blade has run straight
through the heart
Et tu Brutes?
The lack of rhyme or reason
makes it hard to fight for
breath
Struggling for gasps of air.....no
air.
I refuse to concede my mind to
the madness,
To turn my heart over to a
fallen angel feast as they have
done already
The unwarranted meal is no
more,
I wait for the Sonrise to
illuminate
Because the reasons and
chasms in between are great.
The narrow road is treacherous,
can't see through the fog
Ears strain to hear the voice of
God.
Angels come dislodge the blade
Before the poison of Bitterness
begins seep through the veins.
It's covered in deep red.
Forged from dark depths,
begging me to pick it up and
wield it just the same for
revenge.
Rage and righteous indignation
consume me and justify my
desire to reach for it,
But Devine Hands stay mine,
"This is not the weapon for this
warfare.....trust Me"
No answers or reasons...... only
promises given
That in this wasteland
The myrtle and acacia will rise
where thorns and thistles grow
Streams will flow from where
desert winds blow
So that people may see and
understand.....
Promises of Strength,
Restoration
So carry on....
Diamonds are not made on
white sandy beaches,
And warriors are not groomed
at their mother's breast.
Copyright © Justin Adames | Year Posted 2014
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Foggy morning
Clouds
Who have left their home
On a suicide mission to kiss the
ground
Before the sun breaks through
Dissipating and illuminating the
unclear
Need Eyes from above to guide
me through the unknown
Peering through the dense fog
Ears straining to hear the voice
of God
Hovering over the glassy
stillness of the waters
Whispering in the silence
"This is the way....walk in it"
Copyright © Justin Adames | Year Posted 2014
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