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Destiny Diadem Apr 2013
If you extend your loving hand
To give a warm gift,
You will receive a handful
Of fire that will be
Tossed in your face.
You will burn for being
You will suffer
For picking the rose petal of  
Love to present to another.

Embrace the betrayal
Because that is the price
Of a great life.

Expect nothing from that person
After doing
What is right.

That is the price of a great

Copyright 2012
Destiny Diadem Mar 2013
Tripping over myself.

Entangled by unfulfilled dreams.

Lost inside of me.
Lost by the roadside.
Just wondering if...
Just hoping that...

I'm just falling all over
The broken promises at my feet.
But I will use those broken pieces
To dig holes in the darkness
Until light shines through.
Destiny Diadem Mar 2013
Piano dancing in black and white
Drum and stick in a fight
Lights standing like angels against the night
And the saints twirled like daisies in white

Guitar looking like a dancer leaning
The music kissed every heart with meaning
The dusty ***** choked while screaming
And the saints' spirits started dreaming

Imperfect people giving God praise
Imperfect worship with hands raised
The church, their guide in the maze
As they serve God all their days
Destiny Diadem Oct 2012
More than just changed.
A living testimony.
Coined by Jesus.
Bought with a price.  
Yes, costly.

I’ve changed,
Glowing softly
Like a nickel
In this dark world.

I’m changed.
More than just
A buttercup
In the day.
But a golden smile
In contrast
To the shadows,
In contrast to the fog,
In contrast to the tombstones.

I’ve more than just changed.
I’m a testimony with wings,
Bought with a price,
And given a prize,

The currency that
Christ used to purchase
Me was His

I’ve changed…

Copyright 2011
Not religion...just a life-changing experience. Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;  you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies (1 Corinthians 6:19-20).
Destiny Diadem Oct 2012
I lay my soul upon a pillow
And it closes its weighty eyes.
It rests freely like a willow,
No longer weary of my cries.

Serenity closes the shades,
So my soul can rest a bit longer.
Stress trails off as it fades
And my sweet soul grew stronger.

Copyright 2011
Psalm 62:1-2

Truly my soul finds rest in God;
    my salvation comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
    he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
Destiny Diadem Oct 2012
Her voice may be as loud as a lion.
Her glare may be sharp as a knife.
But she is your queen and your Zion.
So love and respect her for life.

Her youth may be hiding behind the moon,
And her figure no longer a peach.
But let your love create a lasting tune
Like the sound of waves on the beach.

She is your wife.
So love her for life.

She is your darling queen.
Thus, place her beneath no other.
She is your royal diadem to be seen.
So place her above even your mother.

She is your wife.
So respect her for life.

Brothers, leave and cleave.
Proudly honor your gift from above.
Cherish your woman until they all believe
That you two are one because of love.

She is your wife.
So esteem her for life.

Copyright 2012
Destiny Diadem Oct 2012
What is beauty?
Is it you?
Or is it the lanky girl with a giraffe attitude?
What is it? Please tell me.
Is it you?
Or is it the strong man with muscles bulging through?
I say, what is beauty?
Is it you?
Is beauty the lady with face white as snow?
Or is it the boy with radiant teeth all in a row?

What is beauty?
It is the woman with a midnight frame?
Or perhaps it’s the gentleman with the famous name.
What is beauty?
Does it have a certain look?
Can we all read about it in an exclusive book?

Is beauty long curly hair?
Is it **** and fair?
Is it dark and proud?
Does it whisper or speaks aloud?
Is it the angry chick that’s been abused?
Is it the dude that’s been refused?
Is it the rich house?
Is it the old shack with a mouse?
Is it the evil ones that cheat?
Is it the ones who eat not meat?
Is it the ones who lick tears?
Is it the ones who hide all their fears?

What is beauty?
Is it you?
Is it you?
Is it me?
I wrote an article today about women who are trying to date after breast cancer. I think this poem goes with the theme in that article. This poem is also a continuation of the last poem I wrote about not judging a book by its cover.
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