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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
You see me now
You know I've sinned
I've blown it all, Lord
Yet again

I've broken them,
My promises
A fault's been made
And mine it is

I know it brings you pain inside
To turn from you
And feed my pride
So Lord I lift my hands to Thee
God, take this pride away from me
Lord, see my heart from on Your throne
I offer it to You alone

For without You,
Who would I be?
In you alone is my soul free
O, without You,
What could I do?
It's by Your grace I've been renewed

And Father God, please hear my prayer,
Imperfect as I am,
My slate is clean
Because You care
So thank you for your Lamb
|Written May 12, 2011|
* from my first, brief, wholly personal collection, Ignite, being poem #1. Please see the collection page itself.

"A Prodigal's Prayer" was the first of my poems written purely of my own free will (rather than as a school assignment).

A legitimate prayer, APP was written during the time when I was learning about true Grace, the power Christ's sacrifice HAS ALREADY given me (and all believers) over sin, and how to overcome shame, throughout a process by which God slowly broke my then perpetual addiction to *******.

© 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
Let it flow
like rainwater gushing
out of a drainage pipe.

Let it go
like a doves being released
into the clear, azure sky.

Let it be
like leaning back
into a roped hammock
overlooking the wide, boundless ocean.

Let it free**
like exploring
new-found curiosity
for the world around you.
I read a significant amount of poetry each day.

It does not matter if their telling a story, sharing their story or that of a friend.

I don't care if their completely ******* in their feelings... I get it!

It does not matter if their on earth, another planet or in the skies....

We can be some where and everywhere at the same time.

and

I don't care if their
off the wall,
completely insane,
love stricken,
obsessed in love,
obsessed in hate,
belligerent,
spiritual or sane.


Understand

Most of us, is one, if not all of these things.

I praise the creative minds who is able to bare what infects their souls to a world of judges, strangers and on lookers.


~Butterfly εїз
My thoughts this morning...
A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..
M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_*  ♏
COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.

Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.
 Mar 2014 Daniel Vanatta
Xyns
Thank you for breaking me
And making me
A better me

Thank you for hurting me
And making me
A stronger me

Thank you for shooting me
And making me
Bulletproof

Thank you for burning me
And making me
Fireproof
This is an older poem. Things have changed since then. But this poem is highly relative to a lot of people and I liked it well enough so I posted it.
 Mar 2014 Daniel Vanatta
RC
Vengence
 Mar 2014 Daniel Vanatta
RC
Lights dazzled like frozen fireworks on the horizon
The night air wrapped around my fragile bones
And you were shown how life had stripped me bare.
But I rose above you
Laughed as misery tore the sides of my mouth into a frown
And I surprised you like I always used to.
Reveled in the controversy your thoughts were having
As the stitches I had once sewn in your heart un-knotted and fell apart.
I heard your veins screaming
Writhing as I stole their air
But for once I didn't care.
I hoped you drowned in your despair.
Why do I do this to myself ?
I eat myself alive
It is all just a fantasy
How will I ever survive ?

If you could only see inside my brain
It can be a sad and scary place
You ask how you can help
Like helping me is a race
And whoever helps the most
Finishes in first place ...

I just wish everyone would understand
That sometimes people break
And sometimes I just need love
But I get what I can take

But the sad thing about reality is
We take what we think we deserve
We settle for the bad stuff
Which is completely obscured

People ask me why I do it
Ruin myself inside
I just can't come to fix myself
Believe me I have tried
You think I'm happy but you haven't seen
The hours in which I've cried
I thought we could do this hand in hand
With you right by my side
But I just can't stay awake my dear
Believe me I have tried
How much longer can I do this
My heart is truly fried
I will try and stay with you my dear
It's getting hard but just remember ...
I tried
Everyone creates this false image of love
Like it's so simple and easy
I would love to believe that
But I can't ...
Love is putting your life last
To them put someone else's first
When you willing to lay down your life
At any given moment
You will let yourself starve
So the one you love eats
Love is never taking advantage
Of the one you loves innocence
See love is not easy
But quite difficult ...

So many people are "ready to find love"
But not the troubles that come with it
They want a love that brings
Temporary happiness to the body
I want love that brings
Joy to my heart and soul
Not a physical love
But an emotional love
Not the love you see in movies
But the love that makes you feel
Like you star in your own movie
I don't want a temporary
Let me in your bed love
But a let's wait till marriage love
Not a fictional
And not a fake love
Kinda sappy
But original , unique
That makes people jealous
Kind of love
That amazing beautiful love that ...
Lasts forever
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