eric-1 - Hello Poetry

Sometimes the beautiful things of the world are just between me and God. No reason to bring Instagram or Facebook into it.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC

Intimacy

Sometimes the beautiful things of the world are just between me and God. No reason to bring Instagram or Facebook into it.

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Today we go to war Against the dogs we once loosed Slaying the dark things that Long ago Held us in ******* with Those heavy chains A burden we could not bear Until we were set Free

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC

Today

Today we go to war Against the dogs we once loosed Slaying the dark things that Long ago Held us in ******* with Those heavy chains A burden we could not bear Until we were set Free

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I burn the midnight oil I eat the midday heat I choose to be the whipping boy I let someone else take my seat They gather, their knives aren't hidden They line up, fighting for the rotten crown They kneel before the mindless routine They don’t think twice about bowing down We tried, but man it’s hard We had ideals, 10 years in are they still ours? We made our own path, for sure…but at what cost? We didn’t win, our lives were suffering, But at least we lived Our death means something.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC

Beyond comfort

I burn the midnight oil I eat the midday heat I choose to be the whipping boy I let someone else take my seat They gather, their knives aren't hidden They line up, fighting for the rotten crown They kneel before the mindless routine They don’t think twice about bowing down We tried, but man it’s hard We had ideals, 10 years in are they still ours? We made our own path, for sure…but at what cost? We didn’t win, our lives were suffering, But at least we lived Our death means something.

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I was made for war My hands are soft, my lungs are weak I was made for war I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh I was made for war My mind………my mind……………… It still contains the coal Hot, burning, aware, remembering that I was made for war My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns I feel it whisper, because I was made for war Lord, Oh my Lord Harden my hands Open my lungs Discipline my mind and Teach me to starve my flesh Because I was made for war. [Ephesians 6:12-13]

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC

I was made for war

I was made for war My hands are soft, my lungs are weak I was made for war I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh I was made for war My mind………my mind……………… It still contains the coal Hot, burning, aware, remembering that I was made for war My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns I feel it whisper, because I was made for war Lord, Oh my Lord Harden my hands Open my lungs Discipline my mind and Teach me to starve my flesh Because I was made for war. [Ephesians 6:12-13]

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When I was a kid, I could look up into the night sky and immediately pick out the big dipper, no matter where in the world I was. Tonight there were a billion stars, crystal clear. I couldn't find it. I wonder what else I could see at a kid that I can’t any more.

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC

Stars

When I was a kid, I could look up into the night sky and immediately pick out the big dipper, no matter where in the world I was. Tonight there were a billion stars, crystal clear. I couldn't find it. I wonder what else I could see at a kid that I can’t any more.

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O’er the road that takes my soul A flickered crow, blackened load Levies against the way I go “Turn back” he says “Turn left” he says “Turn right” he says As I struggle O’er the road that takes my soul O’er the road that takes my soul I keep a tired watch On that flickered crow Who’s insistence guides The careless narcosis, On this side Where it grows I touch, it bites I know I’m wrong It eats, I accept there’s no new heights Just the road.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC

The Crow's Burden

O’er the road that takes my soul A flickered crow, blackened load Levies against the way I go “Turn back” he says “Turn left” he says “Turn right” he says As I struggle O’er the road that takes my soul O’er the road that takes my soul I keep a tired watch On that flickered crow Who’s insistence guides The careless narcosis, On this side Where it grows I touch, it bites I know I’m wrong It eats, I accept there’s no new heights Just the road.

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It’s interesting how Facebook is slowly turning The fully realized emotional moments In someone’s life Into a hollow scroll-through that If a sufficient blip of emotion is met Will generate a thumbs up .....the condemned saved from death By the caesar’s great compassion

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC

Another Facebook

It’s interesting how Facebook is slowly turning The fully realized emotional moments In someone’s life Into a hollow scroll-through that If a sufficient blip of emotion is met Will generate a thumbs up .....the condemned saved from death By the caesar’s great compassion

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Here in the 21st century People only have time for 4 lines of poetry Just enough, squeezed into a collapsed facebook post …Sorry, Walt Whitman.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC

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