________

I have a knife
It can sculpt death
Can slash a pulse
Can slit a neck

I have a knife
It can score an anger
Can bring life a real danger
Can cause cursed that stays forever

I have a knife
It can curve peace
Can tear an anger
Can split a fear

I have a knife
It can draw love
Can mark caress in the blood
Can blade hate into a hug

I have a knife
It has an eraser
It can write an emotion to feel
For my knife .... was a pencil...


Written: August 2, 2014 @ 9:00 am

Mysterious Aries

So*  lonely  ,

I  need

Someone   to

Talk   to ..

Once upon a time a writer with a mind that he utilized as a instrument.The designs inside his mind were magnificent.His significance were like none in existence.His arrogance was his ignorance.But the difference of this authors image was that this author was distant.Trapped inside his mind an by the devil he was tempted.His vision was the ignition he needed to upliftt him.The mission of his was to finish the beginning of his origin.The exhibit he invented was to bring him to his fate. The demons he faced were demons filled with hate. In any form an shape.But he keeps faith an hope and grace on his waist. Sheild of faith and a Holy Sword because it's a spiritual war.

O Heavenly Creator
I fall upon your grace, love, and peace tonight, work within them.
Please touch my brothers and sisters heart tonight, and every night.
I see your love in them all , just calm the storms within them now.
My heart breaks for their pain, you O Lord do the impossible now.
Heal them of everything that is hurting them at this very moment.
Rescue them, keep their Light from being put out by their anger.
Just restore them and lead them through this darkness to the other side.
Then bless them use their poetry here to heal and bless one another.
I pray this in Christ blessed name amen.

Sometimes I see the good in this world of ours.
While other times I see the suffering right here.
But through them all , I always see God's Hope.
So no matter what happen in this world here.
I shall never forget that Christ can turn it around.
So I shall keep on seeking his will for me here.
Knowing that till I pass away from this life here.
I  shall keep persevering and seeing his  Hope ahead.
For there are so many here that I see his Light in them.
I see his Spirit in them too and know that they overcome too.

Life is like a game of Jenga.
There's always people and obstacles
Pushing and pulling at you
Until you or your body
Gives in and crumble.
Don't let your life
Be a game of falling blocks.
Build a solid foundation
For yourself and your family.
Don't let the pushing and pulling
Earthquake your mind
And corrupt you.
Be strong,
Be solid,
And be mindful.
Prayer builds you up like a tower
And God is your foundation
That holds you together.
STOP worrying about
What people say or think.
STOP stressing about
Unnecessary things.
STOP complaining.
STOP doubting yourself
When God believes in you.
Life is way more valuable
And precious than materials.
If Jenga is your life....Fall....
Fall to your knees
And pray for restoration.
Then start working
On a new foundation.
LIFE MATTERS......

Well already in down mood right now, and lonely and depressed and someone just had to make me feel like a piece of crap saying negative stuff on mine poetry..and pretty much told me I shouldn't do poetry no more. Well think I'm done with poetry for now... Goodnight everyone....
And thanks to one who said i shouldn't do poetry no more honestly don't care what you think... But thanks for making me feel worse.. Your quite the uplifter aren't you ,(::: night