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Amanda Hook Poem
Your love whistled through my heart
Swung through my leaves
Danced with my soul,
And as we touched
Our skin quivered
Tears were shed
As hands of Zues
Which so tenderly caressed my every need
Breathlessness swept over my body,
You my master
The chief of my embodiment
You captivate my every move
And spread words of song a cross my bounty,
My everything you,
Darkness lit by the wonder streaming from your eyes.
You brought me to new heights,
Flew me upon the Alps,
Graced snowflakes upon my lips,
Traveled through my soul
And filled me with your love
The love none other could have gave
And you gave unto me.
You my morning
My day
By night I see your face as I close to sleep
Dreams wash through me
Wonders of the beauty which lay ahead
None other than your name plagues my thoughts
An entranced beauty
A touch of God and tong of angels
Your heavenly word rings aloud
Washing over me
You are my strength
My weakness which entangles me
A web of a future tied to a string of matrimony
Ignighting a flame
So dormantly spent laid amongst tattered sheets
And tear stained pillow tops
Your praise lingers through me
Ringing aloud the wonder of you
A wisperer you are
So galently arousing me
Intrigued a wanton spirit bounding back inside of me
As you stand before me
A shadowed figure
Streaming a moon lit future
Spread amongst the stars
The heavens shine before us
Spirits rise
As we fall into another
An embrace shaking the grounds
Heavens pour out cries
As we surrender
Through the gentle breeze and tempered storm
I find peace in your arms
Where hell surrounds us
I see grace in your presence
Silenced in your weathered ways
A fellowship of understanding showers me
As you clasp your hands upon my face
I'm surrounded by the awe settled in you.
Copyright © Amanda Hook | Year Posted 2007
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Amanda Hook Poem
Truth falls heavy on the tongs of liars
Like the dying man whose feet fastened tight to the weight below
Dangly over the deepen shores
Screaming tiredly seeing visions of his life flash before his eyes
Much like a barrel plunged through the teeth of a passenger of a stolen car
Who's plea's run rapid through there brain
The end rearing its ugly head
All lives faults spread as repents
Begging for forgiveness
Once liars who's words were like knives stinging the flesh
Unseen scars burry deep
Where memories stay distilled with Jack and Daniel
Burning to numb the pain.
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Amanda Hook Poem
Drowning in a puddle of unforgiving misfortune
Wrestling with the darkness
The past wavering in the distance
Like darkened clouds
Moving forward in the mist of the empty hearted
Like the blind forgotten by the light
Leaving behind all the lost and worrisome folk
Dangers be all forgotten now
Cause troubled waters are closing in and the fearsome drown
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Amanda Hook Poem
Smiles of the happy people
Lay twisted on the cold granite floor
Walked over and lost in the cracks of the world
Lingered in the categories of wasted lovers eyes
Forgotten and placed aside
Waiting for the willing
Hoping for peace to capture the withered souls
The giving sit idling by
Filling the souls of the users
Left like moths dancing with the warmth of the light of the world
Snapped with confused reality
They fall lifeless and drained
Crushed and burned from lives misfortunes
Gifts of coal lay tied with bows of sorrow
Laid on caskets of tomorrows sunset walks
Longing for someone to dance hand in hand
Along the shores of new beginnings
Where the tides wash away farewells
And the shells sing new songs to the gentles ears
Fading into a vision longed for
And dreams hoped to not be forgotten...
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Amanda Hook Poem
I WILL STAND UP AGAINST THE WORKS OF UNRIGHTEOUSNESS
STAND UP AND TAKE MY PLACE IN THE KINGDOM OF GOD
I WILL STAND UP AND TAKE THE WORDS OF CHRIST AND FEED THEM TO THE LOST
THE WICKED WILL NOT BREAK ME
I WILL STOMP THE HEAD OF THE BEAST AND LAY HIM DOWN BEFORE THE ALTER
SPREAD HIS ASHES OVER THE GRAVES OF MARTYRS
MAY THERE SOULS SING AND CRY TEARS OF JOY
I WILL STAND IN THE GLORY OF THE HOLY OF HOLLIES
MAY MY GOD look down upon me and see a child
He born through the fires of hell but broke through the chains and struggles
Now walking renewed reborn ready and willing
Waiting to lift my staff before my God
And bring the children home to the kingdom of the Living LORD
I stand to look into the eyes of my Jesus
May my name come to his lips
I walk to be a soldier of Christ
I walk to see his blood stained cross
So I may lay at his feet
May his sheep follow without despair
And fall down in faith knowing he is coming
I will stand and not conform to this world
But bow in honor to my king my rock whose words I and others alike stand upon
I am a profit of God
May his words spread from my lips to your ears
May healing come from my hands to your heart
May my dreams and visions ignite fear in the daemons that surround us
I am she who he resides within.
No him, have faith and love in him
Be anxious for his coming
And be washed with us in the spirit which he has called ALL to do
Copyright © Amanda Hook | Year Posted 2009
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Amanda Hook Poem
Everyday laying with out your warmth
Caressing my awaiting body
Leaves me cold and wearing myself thin
I had hoped that your voice would sound off in the middle of the night
But again wishes go unanswered and my pain resides in the worst places
My heart
It bangs with shattered miracles
And lost memories
Your face now fades before me
and the once soul I could have felt miles away now just ticks as the dying father
clock
The slowing time just sings to me
The slow melody sounding loudly though my head
Arrests the tears which ache to poor
Rush down my face like the rain through the Georgia skies
But only a single drop lays below these weakened eyes.
Copyright © Amanda Hook | Year Posted 2006
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