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Misti Himes Poem
Flower over stone
Excuse me while I lose my mind.
I've fallen through a rent in time.
Some great tragedy theirs' was
Details won't distinguish fuzz.
Mistakes were made as
Ever they will.
Were we witness of side effects,
Akin to a pill?
There are none good, save God.
Of this I'm sure.
Surely, Jesus did say.
Without a plague,
We need not the cure.
I feel as if I run thru maize
Rotten corn sheep do graze.
My question be my own.
You do not share my guilt.
But is good and evil
Not woven into connected quilt?
Isn't that why Father is?
I feel as Eve who started fall.
Like a sorceress to
Bringing death to all
These words I know not even mine,
But faerie souls erupt sublime.
A little lost girl,
Where lines are bombs,
Law to me it seems obscene,
When every situation deal a
A heart....yeah a CORE?
We wonder why we got so lost
And see ball, chain, murderous loss,
If heart of situation always round?
And line thru line, lattice veil,
Line upon line SOUL BE IMPALED.
An inSECT be a CUTTER.
No man know Justice, but our Father!
Legs of a man...Job's
Critters do call us the Worm.
Minister's that creep and bray,
Stamps of deride,
Do further defile spotless bride.
Jesus luciferian sacrifice,
Still holy, every single slice.
All is good and all be slight.
Lucifer was God' s
Holy son, the brightest,
Without him we here WD not be.
For without sin is no reform.
Thru love forgiveness does bloom.
Gods son had a chance to redeem,
Mornings Glory does reveal....
If in the sin we do look
Then stays our soul
Slay on hook.
Not on sin,
But second chance,
I believe danger
Lie on edge,
Ledge did bar, us know,
Opening to history its decline.
War in heaven did guard Eden,
It not be a maize,
If we take out line.
Then can we see to the other side!
Doesn't different version,
Always lie?
It's danger be in the dark.
But if lamp reveal, when cover part
That all be fools inside a heart?
Danger children be not worst sin
But lies left covered fester and rot.
Because truth is barred
and shall not go.....
Where seeds of death
Stand in neat rows.
Not the poison that be as dark
As the hidden seed does grow by shadow light.
It lie is the bloody death,
Stain in dye is cast,
As long as we have no Sun,
The monster will win,
Turn away from the blood children
Into sweet light,
God's forgiving Sun!
Be powered Truth do part a vail!
Tear asunder gates of Hell
The dye it does fade
When truth alights.
Winning war over dark does light!
Darkness shall descend in flight.
Cutters all in the lien, lies, and lion,
Knock down the walls of Land gauge.
Darkness be gone truth impart us Sun!
Turn story to the next page!
Let us sing morning's glory!
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Misti Himes Poem
Love is rose a river blade.
You look to perfection as seasons past
Instead of precious seedling blasts!
God is not be hind you, no!
But ever before us does grow
Torn asunder shackles
Legless reign, I renig
Father tear down webs of past!
Pour heaven down in full Sun shine
Break chains of fall pre tens
Eradicate the igno rants of division.
Those polo tics to n'er play fair
Sting, bite, infect, inflict, in law do they,
Washing torn brains of them, we are today,
No more, I knock I do on Heavens door.
They scattered us father, with wine
Sleepy wrath deceit.
They think perfect was born.
But then wd it not be soiled at life's first storm?
Perfect love is ever growing,
His endless seed.
He planted us, and hid us in darkness chained
Treasure of heaven, thru us does claim.
He is ever before us a whispering wind,
Stairway communication is found
Through being lost you lay down his
Cross at Fathers feet.
Lay it down,
We've carried it long enough.
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I shall lay this burden down.
I give it tour our Father time.
Beyond all reason, it bends the mind.
We shall call on Father,
In seasons diverse, his manner
Flows to many seas,
Too heavy too great
For us to perceive.
Then vanity pour sine squeal
Like lusted weavings
Round your neck a death march.
It is dry portion sus offering sin.
Cast down ashes they be,
Of death, burnt shadow of spirit
Do rise like moths to flame.
Heaven's testimony ,
Is a net of pain.
Their insence weave a bitter
Web of stencheful shame.
Father forgive them their
Almond obeisance
Weapons to
Destruct the mass,
CIRUS garden,
It does burn,
Its mustard grows painful gases,
But worse the purple powder,
Rend the heavens
Stretch them out
Send my spirit burning through
Toxic snare, so
Chemical veil impart us your Sun
So we may see truth Father of all and one.
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Beauty without modesty
Oink oink oink
Look at me,
See how I shine,
How loud I squeal,
Yet empty inside,
Is how I feel,
I am unsure of my worth
So I dress up ugly with a skirt,
Parade around
Take a vote.
Collecting baggage
As I go.
Heavier and heavier
My burden gets
A pig to market
O jiggety jig
Someone Always
Needs a pig
Beauty grows
From the inside out
Timeless shine
That won't fade out
Beauty is as
Beauty does
Special and treasured
A treat for your love,
Vanity only dirties
The fair dove
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Got lil drunk, then broke
Enough with stories,
Crack the damn yoke!
Miracle be with wall
Drama it started all
Without the climb
There is no fall,
What would then...
God's Glory call?
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