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 Apr 2014
Shannon Jeffery
I have lost who I am
Or was I just never found
I don't know when this began
Where do I start? Feeling drowned

I subconsciously blend
I'm a natural chameleon
My emotions and thoughts bend
I feel like an alien

Whomever I stand by
Is who I become
I could breakdown and cry
All these influences, like gum

I'm deep down somewhere
Just no clue where to begin
I need a white light to appear
Or forever my world will spin
Lost for who I am. So hard to explain.
 Apr 2014
AD Sifford
There is a ladder that I climb
And climb I shall through all of time
The wood is rough and splintery
And so the task is hard, you see
And as I climb my arms grow weak
My bones, like the rungs, bend and creak
Sometimes resolve abandons me
My head goes down and I can't see
When climbing in this careless way
I lose my hold and slip away
So, quickly I fall ten feet down
I tell myself to not look down
I grab hold of the rung again
Then meditate and rest my chin
The rung has now a coat of slime
It feels I'll slip another time
I push the thought out of my head
For if I fall, then I'll be dead
I wipe away the dreadful slime
And climb again, step at a time
And though the top I'll never see,
I keep my gaze ahead of me.

"Why do you climb", a man once asked
"...If you cannot complete the task?"
"There are two worlds", I said to him
"...And one of them is filled with sin
Within that world, you'll find no light
Your soul is bound by fear and spite
In the other, you can see
Your heart's made whole and you are free
The line between these worlds is broad
That is the world on which we trod

But even here amidst our strife
You'll find there are two sides of life
We start between and go one way
By choices we make every day
This road we take is gradual
We slowly fall as blinded fools
Unless we climb the other way
And so please hear these things I say

As I climb, the light gets brighter
And the load on me becomes much lighter
The truth's revealed and my heart made full
As I climb away from sin's dark rule

So, where's this ladder that I climb?
He's here; take hold. He's yours and mine"
|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #10. Please see the collection page itself.

The final original poem in the Emerge project set, "The Ladder" brought my own poem contribution to Emerge to a close, wrapping up my part in the theme with an open invitation to the reader to follow the God of my own lessons learned--The Father of Jesus Christ--Yahweh!

The Ladder was my most popular poem in my Emerge collection among my friends and family, and I feel it's one of my most favored and respected/appreciated poems I've ever written, even to this day. It's one people I know still bring up when my poetry is in conversation. Perhaps childishly, I think this bittered me towards it a bit. I love this poem, and it was certainly lead by The Spirit, and I hope it will have an impact in the world. But were other poems in the set that have deeper personal significance and treasured value for me, that I guess others will never be able, by no fault of their own, to appreciate.

At the time, TL was the longest poem I had ever written, and I believe it was actually the last one I wrote for Emerge.

The word "rung" all throughout the poem was originally "bar". I didn't know what they were called! :P

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poems, but I ask that you show courtesy. Please be honest about the authorship by attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Apr 2014
AD Sifford
I'm here again?
How can it be?
What is this fiend inside of me?
Is there a more malicious place
Than that for which my heart makes space?
What is the cause
For all I've done?
O, from myself where can I run?
I'm trapped inside a wretched cave
Now, as I watch, the last light fades

Can I escape?
Is there a way
To best my own internal fray?
Who could forgive that which I am?
But You, the One they call the Lamb?

I feel it deep
I truly know
Clear is the way that I must go

A flame proceeds to light the way
Its heat dries all my tears away

To you I run
You are my fire
And only you do I desire

I once was pierced by sin's cold knife
You've saved my soul; I have new life
|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #8. Please see the collection page itself.

"The Living Fire" was at once one of my favorite poems I had ever written. It was of the first that I knew and could feel undeniably that The Holy Spirit was involved in my writing it, leading its construction fluidly as it poured out from my soul. I had never experienced that before, and it sparked a love for poetry in me, in contrast with my previous disposition towards it. TLF is deeply personal for me and its birth was a significant moment in my life. I still remember the night.
I wrote it after a repentant prayer, pleading to God for forgiveness, help, and freedom from an addiction to ****. I felt his all-encompassing Love consume me in a way that lit my path for a forward journey in forgiveness and grace, as I learned what it is to be a child of God, walking in freedom and not being restrained by shame that comes not from him but from the enemy.

Like "Snare" and "Unwelcome Visitor", I later revisited this special landmark, applying a vocal melody and tweaking it some to be better suited as song lyrics.

If I remember correctly, "The Living Fire" predates "Snare" by hours, or less. I think I wrote them on the same night, or at most, consecutive nights.

Line 10 originally said, "the last beams fade", but I thought it was too unclear that I was referring to beams of light, and could not fit both of those key words into the proper # of syllables, so changed it ultimately to its current form.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy by being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Apr 2014
AD Sifford
Good job!
You went to church for Grama on Sunday

...And you texted the whole service

Good job!
You helped out and watched your siblings

...And showed them R-rated movies

Good job!
You wore a Bible verse T-shirt to school

...After buying it with stolen cash

Good job!
You got a purity cross necklace to wear

...Then "hooked up" that same night

Good job!
You got a brand new Bible

...And stored it under your bed with the rest of your " junk"

Good job!
You visited your church's website

...And bookmarked it right beneath *******

Good job!
You went to that Bible-study group

...And afterward, to a party

Good job!
You turned down a smoke while you were there

...'Cause at the time you were just thirsty

Good job!
You prayed at the dinner table

...To get your turn over with for the week

Good job!
You call out to God before falling asleep

...To blame Him for your problems

Good job!
You plan on going to church again tomorrow

Just don't forget your cell-phone

Good job, Christian
Keep it up.
|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #7. Please see the collection page itself.

This poem is one I've never felt quite satisfied with, yet it's a concept I want to address in this same basic form. Now that my poetry and mind has matured more, I may re-write this as a new poem addressing the issue I intended to in this one, in an improved, or heavier, more emotional, or more clear way. I'm not sure.
Line 18 originally said "under *******", but I thought that could come across as the bookmark bearing that name, rather than the new bookmark being beneath it in the least, to signify lesser priority as added weight to the hypocrisy.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy by being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Apr 2014
AD Sifford
Brick by brick the world will crumble
By enmity's hammer, all are humbled

One by one the numbers fall
The standing fight as wounded crawl
But how quickly one joins the other
No matter how brave or strong or tall

And one by one along the way
Throughout each night and everyday
The hungry beast consumes and feeds
a continual feast upon the fray

One by one the nations die
All hope fades and strong men cry
But never, never will it end
And so tempestuous time will fly

From this bleak hour and all hereby
Thread by thread unravels time
And evermore does man subside
While, thread by thread, unravels time
|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #5. Please see the collection page itself.

On the original poem, Bradley Hand ITC font was used so that it appeared thinner and more thread-like than the other fonts used in the collection.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Apr 2014
AD Sifford
You keep it there in the corner of your attic
And thus it remains unfulfilled and useless
It's never been opened; not once touched
Is this wastage to be its ultimate destiny?
Or shall it one day see light and freedom?
Won't you open the box in which it rests?
It wants to bloom and flourish and grow!
It can't be kept inside some box like junk
Release it now, from its dark cube prison
Discover its potential; unleash your soul.
|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection., being poem #1.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Apr 2014
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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