I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.
Zakk Shut
Zakk Shut
May 10

I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.
In Him is pure peace and pure life and none lesser.
In Him is everlasting and nothing's even better.
His Word is not a chore list, it's an eternal Love letter.

He prunes every branch that abides and Him and bears fruit
He seeks the ones that chose the path of endless pursuit
Of His face, His will, a branch who chooses to go all out
A life greatly lived, a life who can't live while Him without.

Every branch in me that does not bear fruit He takes away
A happy illusion, a path of the gold-plated astray.
But to a dismay, without the roots a branch goes dry
Thrown to the ground, iuyet picked up but thrown to the fire.

The branch whog stay true to the Vine pleases the Vinedresser
Who calls out to Him amidst the thorns, despite the world's pleasure
With so much fruit a branch has no better sign
When trampled by life would produce the finest wine.

Written for 'Or Are We?' with Ullrich Lariosa as the guitarist.
You and I were the tree and the vine,
Alissa Rogers
Alissa Rogers
Apr 8, 2013      Apr 8, 2013

You and I were the tree and the vine,
I was yours and you were mine.
I often felt that I was the tree,
for all the roots that came under me.
You were the vine, beautiful and light;
I loved you best for never clinging too tight.
You said that all along it was I who clung,
and then and there something died where I hung.
This tree of mine had changed its leaves,
and grown contempt within its eaves.
And I, the vine and parasite
was bid a prompt and cold goodnight.
By the time I fell to the forest floor,
life as I knew it was no more.

Reality a vine
Benjamin Aptaker
Benjamin Aptaker
Feb 8, 2012

Reality a vine
cut short as it grew
tangents of grapes
each fell a direction its own

revelations of faces
in alternate places
cross stretches of spaces
like speed of light races

time travel acquired
time line expired
time itself, tired
time, into minds, wired

like electrical current
like electrical impulse
like instinctual whims
like sensual sins

Daphny Ryan
Daphny Ryan
Nov 18, 2012

Out there somewhere beyond the streets
and the stomps,
unlocking the hidden moment of
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engulfed in the magestic warmth
through the tangeled forest,
life awaited.

Jade Vine
Apr 10      Apr 12

Her heart is a broken record
Constantly being scratched by knives and scissors
Lost in their quest to find a spot still intact

When put in the old phonograph
It plays a soft melody filled with piano notes
That sound like rain on a gray day

The strings of the violin echoes in the background
Along with the lower tones of the cellos
The solitary saxophone cries;
The flutes and clarinets follow its lead,
Desperately letting out their high notes of agony

Drums emerge blasting anger
Encouraging the rest of the instruments to go along
And when it is about to hit its climax…
Another scratch – a deep crooked scratch.
It takes a while before the song starts over.

It’s hard to imagine
This was once a beautiful, shiny vinyl
That stood up in the wooden shelf
Now it is filled with dust
Making company – only – to the Merlot sitting by the desk
And to the ears that can hear nothing
But the harmony of the broken hearted.

#love   #broken   #heart   #hurt   #music   #brokenheart   #record  
A thin green vine
Regan Troop
Regan Troop
Jul 25, 2011

How long have I been laying here?
And...
Since when did my left arm fall asleep?

I look up to the darkened clouds
I can see both the sun and moon
My body now lays in the shade

I look to my sleeping limb
down to my chilled fingers
And I notice
A thin green vine
curled around my pinky finger

How long has it taken you to grow on me,
Little vine?

I smile, as I naturally love nature's ways

Carefully, I uncurl the vine and stand
It hasn't taken me long at all to grow on you,
Little vine.

The vine grows tall against a wall,
B J Clement

The vine grows tall against a wall,
it loves all places steeper
without the wall it's forced to crawl
and only rated creeper!

I'm a vine
Britney Kempker
Britney Kempker
Nov 8, 2012

I'm a vine
entwined
with a mind
one of a kind.
I engulf those around me,
complexity compounding.
A black hole with no future,
they just keep falling,
calling,
"Britney, I love you
isn't that enough?"
"It is,
but I don't want kids,
I'm not ready to marry,
I won't be carried,
but those are just excuses.
I care,
I do,
but love,
not you.
Harsh reality
with common legality.
I'm sorry you fell,
the beginning of your hell,
and although there is another side,
for awhile,
you're mine.

Was Metamorphoz’d to a Vine;

I dream’d this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz’d to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall’d my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv’lits were embrac’d:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem’d to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy’d,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock then like a Vine.

"You're the branch and I am the vine"
Marian
Marian
Nov 3, 2012

"You're the branch and I am the vine"
Stay with Him for He is divine,
"A branch cannot bear fruit on its own"
Lest it stay with Him alone.

"Abide in me and I in you"
Remain good, loyal, and kind and true.

~Marian~

This is a short poem taken from the Bible John 15. If you aren't saved now is the time to be saved. It is very simple. You choose where you want to live Heaven or Hell. No one can make up your mind for you it is a choice you must make. If you want to live with God in Heven where we'll all be perfect then ask God into your heart or if you want to live in Hell (Mark 9:44) "Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched" then just stay the way you are.
Which will you choose?
 
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