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My heart aches for you, I know this life is hard.
My prayers are for you to not only feel Great Joy here.
But to see that you are truly Loved here as well.
To have your heart of flesh, soften by God above.
To feel his love for others as well here on the earth.
To feel your sufferings, sorrows, and pain as well.
Become a distant memory to you here as well, my friend.
To have your self-esteem, change and see yourself.
Though the eyes of the Living Savior , Lord Jesus.
To become completely healed in the land of the Living.
By Arcassin Burnham

Very dark times,
Calls for very dark measures,
What are the measures of you giving your heart to me,
Is it really that bad that lovely human beings enjoy the same sexuality,
I wouldn't wanna be,
Just like he watches all his creations,
I do the same,
Except I wouldn't let you down on the things you desire,
Can restore your mother back to health with the flick of my finger,
Making your dreams come to life with the drugs that you required,
I don't have remorse for anybody but myself and maybe you,
Do you think I like doing the evil things I do , well I do!
That's what makes me ,me and you , you,
But if I spot the sin in you,
Then you'll know when I'll come after you,
When god has disowned you,
If you stayed the same and used the name in vein,
What kind of super natural being just abandons you?................
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I dreamt an Angel came to me
With a grin and blood on his face.
Still, a tear was in his eye.
His head hung in disgrace.

He did not speak a word to me
Yet, I knew his mind.
I felt he was a part of me,
As I am, cruel; but kind.

He took me to a stair well
Leading up and down,
Splayed in e'er' direction,
As I gazed around.

Then, were lambs and goats
Battling in a field of fire,
And swine possessed of a madness;
To which I could not aspire.

The Angel pointed, with boney claw,
At the desert and the sea.
I could not choose between the two
Which one should I be.

His wisper was a fount
Of living, crystal clear
Water moving over me,
Flowing in my ear.

His fiery cloak embraced me.
It burned upon my skin.
He brought me to ground, turned me around.
The Mystery has no end.
This is the first poem I wrote that had ever been published. I was 26. I have always been really proud of it. It was lost in the bottom of my entries so I am reposting.
There once thrived a hive near the creek
Bees came in and out every week
But one day a bat
In the hands of some *******
Caused the hive to substantially leak
You're not a Golden Boy,
And you never were meant to be.
You are a force of desperation,
Seeking salvation.
You live to be free.
That is the reason why
You may forever be bound
To the saviors of the Underground.

You were a bit of a child.
The world was having its way with you.
You tried to make a declaration,
A revelation,
Some celebration.
You tried some chemical shock.
As a dried leaf floats downstream,
It is steryl as an early angel.

You're just a Rolling Roy,
The drifting dust on a beam of sunlight.
You suffer from separation,
By invitation,
And so many things to see.
It is no wonder why
Your golden boy will not be found,
Except by those of the Underground.
This is not a sad poem. It is about how one finds himself, among who seem to be the unlikeliest of people.
It can happen that way sometimes. It means other things, too, but I think I will bask in the accomplishment of what is abstract for a while before giving full disclosure.
When happiness and smiles you have within grasp
They’ll charge in with swords of pain and sadness
Raise your shield with a tighter clasp
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

As achievements and great success chimes
They’ll attempt to feed it with arrogance and pride
Keep watch and be aware at all times
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

While innocence and upright honesty comforts
They’ll rebel on with lies and sly deceits
Restrict them from ever passing forth
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

Among the midst of compassion and pure love
They’ll counter with anger and ugly hatred
Fend them off with all the might you have
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

They will be close your whole life
They will force themselves in
Do not let them win
Be strong, be strong against your demons!
May 'they' be something, someone, or even yourself.
Be strong my friend! Be Strong!
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