x     x
(•><•)
~

What is it now
That does transpire?

What power
Moves these human forms ?

What UGLINESS !     ?



I see it
I absorb it
I ignore it
__

I BREATH
AND YOU LIVE

I SHALL GIVE TO YOU
ALL THAT YOU ASK FOR

AND ASK FROM YOU
ALL YOU CAN GIVE

••

The soft winds blowing
(Consciousness)

How I long to see you love each other

••

Our spirits
Cross the great divide

We meet

We greet each other
We are

Everyone alive

( we all say)

I BREATH
AND YOU LIVE

I SHALL GIVE TO YOU
ALL THAT YOU ASK FOR

AND ASK FROM YOU
ALL YOU CAN GIVE

The man hangs there alone
The two wooden crosses
On either side of him
Now stand barren
Void of their prisoners
Leaving one left
Humanity
On the cross
Of our deserved Fate

The Great King Stands
Above the earth
As thunder rolls beneath
Tears of sorrow
Streams down His face
As His sacred Lamb
Calls out for Grace
My God, My God, Forsake me not!
In a moment of Silence
The King turns away
It cannot be complete
Unless for their sins YOU pay
And as the Son Cries out
It is finished!
Creation in silence held its breath
waiting, anticipating The act of The King
And as He reached down
Into our Realm
The Son wept and said
Eli, Eli! Lama, Sabachthani
And into the hand
Of the Great and Mighty King
His spirit and last breath flowed
And with it, sin forever slain.

Crucifixion
Darbi Howe
Darbi Howe
Dec 14, 2012

I used to drive my nails into
Your skin, some type of sexual
Crucifixion
They say pain before pleasure
But I know that aches
Are often felt months later
When paradise has become
Past tense
Like the scars on your back
Fading

Crucifixion masturbation for the less advanced
Zack Long
Zack Long
Jul 25, 2013

Everything's fucked
Ain't just bad luck
That's brought us to this well
Where human weakness dwells
To drink with the devil is an honor unknown
As we watch the tales of the glories of Rome
Crucifixion masturbation for the less advanced

Jesus can not be oppressed by crucifixion
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Dec 25, 2010

You can not become great by hurting the noble
Nor can you become strong by oppressing
The weak and the meek
My humility is not my weakness
Nor is your pride your strength
One can become great only by helping
The poor and the needy
And forgiving the faulty
And not finding fault with the mighty
Jesus can not be oppressed by crucifixion
His resurrection is the divine manifestation

Michael S Simpson
Michael S Simpson
Jan 10, 2011

Your anguished tears are falling
like the rain upon the ground.
No one here to catch them now--
No one even hears a sound.

You turn away from daylight
and you plunge into the night,
nobody will see you
as you gather up the spikes.

Drops of blood are falling,
mixed with tears upon your floor.
No one hears you cry out
"Oh my God, what is it for?"

The angels all are watching,
but they cannot do a thing.
You pinned them so securely,
then you tore away their wings.

Your screams are silent as a nightmare
to the gods that sleep so near.
Your friends know you've been dying
just to get away from here.

But now your feet are fastened,
your hands are nailed up too.
there's only one place left
to take that cross on you--

Your bloody tears are falling,
like the rain upon the ground.
Lightning tears the charcoal sky,
but still there is no sound.

Hooded figures dressed in black,
like vultures at the kill,
come to take you to your station,
'way up on that hill.

You cry, "This can't be happening!"
You hear your own voice answer,
"But it will."
"Yes it will."
"You know it will."

Written as a song, 1999.
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
One Crucifixion is recorded—only—
Emily Dickinson

553

One Crucifixion is recorded—only—
How many be
Is not affirmed of Mathematics—
Or History—

One Calvary—exhibited to Stranger—
As many be
As persons—or Peninsulas—
Gethsemane—

Is but a Province—in the Being’s Centre—
Judea—
For Journey—or Crusade’s Achieving—
Too near—

Our Lord—indeed—made Compound Witness—
And yet—
There’s newer—nearer Crucifixion
Than That—

Thomas King
Thomas King
3 days ago

You are not God but play Him so well
I'll be Jesus if it suits your will
You sacrifice me to save my people
You're only saving your personal steeple

I'll die on a cross for you
You won't lift a nail
But if you are not God, then who?
Your mission will surely fail

As I thought to myself
In her silver chariot
Gazing at the sun between the giants
I recall saying, “I am free from God.”

I wrote this and "home" awhile ago, I still feel that they're relevant today
#god   #religion   #thought   #family  
D Conors
Oct 20, 2010

and for a moment
and for more than
moments
it all and everything
stopped
cold
dead in the tracks
of a memory
fleeting
whirling in the sounds
the echoes
and the sounds
of a warped
scream
or a song
or a laughing laugher
against the buffet
of the mind's wind
and the colour-rush
and the grainy
screen of inner views
gone
going, going
gone
forever
(in the blink of a mind's
eye)
going
gone
time escaped
and replaced
again
away it goes
and memory
bleeds
dry and sere
never returning burning
bridges
disappear and reappear
until the ashes
turn back into
coal.

d.
20 oct. 10
 
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