Upon an old rugged cross
for all our sins He died
precious blood was shed
as heavens angels cried
Death was defeated
and the keys taken away
God's Grace given to all
as His Son died that day
The morn of the third day
at a Roman guarded tomb
our final victory was won
hell’s angels their doom
The earth shook and trembled
and the guards fell as in death
a quiet filled the glade as if
the universe held its breath
A light from glory blazed
and He stepped forth that day
angel’s voices raised in joy
as “HE LIVES” they did say
mkt
2016
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Before our Savior
hung on that tree
where He gave His life
for you and me
He was bound to another
tall trunk of wood
stripped bare and naked
He meekly stood
It was Pilates order
that brought Him there
to appease the elders
for whom he had no care
The crowd gathered round
Mary was in their midst
wanting only her son
His dear face to kiss
It was whips of leather
tied with lead and bone
that was used by the soldiers
of the Empire of Rome
With the crack of the whip
Mary fell to her knees
as His cries rang out
her anguish all could see
With each swing of the whip
His blood fell like rain
but with the promise of healing
from sickness and pain
With each stripe they gave
His precious blood was spilled
and the prophet Isaiah’s
words were fulfilled
Isaiah 53:5
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon Him;
and with His stripes we are healed.
mkt
2016
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
I'm trying not
to go insane
wrapped up in
my bubble of pain
Dark are the days
and bitter the fight
as chaos reigns
in my world tonight
The voices shout
and demons cheer
as I slowly lose
all I hold so dear
The angels tears
they fall like rain
as I lay defeated in
my bubble of pain
mkt
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
*With a silken cloth and some silken ties
he binds her hands and covers her eyes*
*A single feather and a bucket of ice
to tickle her senses so very nice*
*Searing passion causes her to tingle
when melting ice and tongue do mingle*
*Moans of pleasure does fill the night
when together as one, passion takes flight*
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
Nothing is left to fill this ragged hole in my heart
except the lamentations of loneliness that echo
hauntingly throughout the emptiness of my soul
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
Depression seeps into every
pore and into every aspect of life
Covering the soul with a dark
viscous veil of utter sorrow
and a vast indifference to living
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Your lips breath upon my lips...
intertwining both body and soul
together with love and passion
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
*Soft black silk blindfold
head bowed in supplication
Passionate delight*
mkt
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Once more a shadow walks
the dark recesses of my soul.
Opening door’s that have
long been left closed and
releasing things locked away.
Memories of a long dead past play
across my tightly closed eyelids.
Curled into a ball with hands covering
my ears, I struggle to shut out the
screams of crushed and dying dreams.
mkt
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
*blue green dragonfly
angel of my garden pond
hunts the mosquito*
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC