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Tehreem Aug 2016
You glow from diffused moon
Soft fists in young night
My touch blooms to extinguish
I cannot hold the charcoal grey
Soot of longing and despair
You in glory the god of mystic
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Many crowns I once wore
I thought once;
Until my head got hit, several times.
More than a migraine of hopelessness,
More than those thick clouds
That blocks the sun today.

You have written Your Words into my heart
That I may not sin against You.
But somehow, I've forgotten You;
This pain of getting too many crowns,
I became a clown w/ so many frowns.

Your crown of thorns,
Isn't it my victory?
That You died for me
That Your love was so selfless
That You unfold my loss
So I could gain Your cause.

I'm on my knees
But still, You saw me in glittered tears.
And so I asked,
"How come You're still rescuing me?"
You saw me in my mess,
And told me, I'd passed the test;
In my brokenness, I long for You
In my weaknesses, I thirst for more of You.

Now I release everything;
Those crowns that I've kept so much,
Those crowns that I prayed for years.
Unto Your feet, I lay down defeats.
They're not for me, but You are for me
You call me by name,
You're my crowning glory.
Ar Bazian Aug 2016
I am sill here...
And I still sound through the muddy plies of your illusion.

Still, even now, do I resound
through the crooked void of your presence...
I am the change!

And you, dearest mine, still so unbound,
so colourfully, you resound,
through the mundane madness of the hour.
You are the war I wage.

We are the frailty of desolation...
We are the winds that blow...
You, and I,
are the god we bestow.

We are the abstracts of absolution... We are the dancing hymn of death.
We are the raging scorn of delusion, we are society's failing breath.
I am change, I am the bringer of doom.
You're the war I wage, and the coming bloom.

And here we are again...
The wilder me,
storms the colder folder planes...
Across the distance that separates all that is between us.

Where do we go from here...

A.r. Bazian
*Written in 2012
Evna-Luna Aug 2016
My Imaginary Lover and I array the night sky with passion entwined into one
By the Seaside, we fled and flew into the air
And by the Moon's Hands,
We strolled through cosmic Air


My Imaginary Lover and I array the night sky,
In a moment to behold,
With a penchant deeper than the Cloud's depth,
We flew and sailed towards the moon,
And by the Moon's edge,
There we stood,
In a flow of glow abundance
As the moon held us in time's hands
As the Moon lit up our Glory,
There we stood,
As time stood still,
By the Moon's Edge

My Lover and I array the night sky in a moment of glory,
By the Moon's Edge


*Evna-Luna©
By the Moon's Edge
Nexus Sammy Jul 2016
Have you ever felt Helpless
Walking Aimlessly
Broken with no hope of Healing
Living with no crew of the Future
Hoping just to Die
Cause all day come with Shame
Well my brother my sister
Here is the solution
Repent to Jehovah
Confess your sins to Christ
Accept him as your Saviour
He will gather your Pieces
Fix then together
Give you Hope
And answer your Questionaires
Of your found Hope
By quoting Psalm 23
But do this with Gentleness and Respect
As guided in **1 Peter 3 vs 15
Gracie Knoll Jul 2016
Glory is the indefinable
Often untouchable, presence of God
Laid upon those who have
Reined in freedom, lost suffering; for
You can only reflect what you look at.
Mikkel Mathiesen Jul 2016
The world is made of ****
and I'm a joker to the story
Gone in a moment of bliss
because I didn't seek glory
-- bore me

"It's a new day tomorrow",
they say ignorant and hollow
"Seek your dreams and a great life will follow"
however the flaming lord is still waiting below
-- drag me to the galow

A smile turned to a frown,
I'm sorry to let you down
But gone is my clown
and now begins my countdown

Brown town bring me the crown
Make me king of **** and let Minaj be the next centuries hit,
flick her *** while we drown in spit from Trump the Dump, a camel has two lumps
-- ****

Burn me and put me in an urn
All we want is money to earn
When will we learn that happiness should be our biggest concern?

Happiness: Hidden in society and locked away in plastic, happiness is free but requires a key
-- fantastic
All the while probably as fake as the *** of the Kardashian, and just as far fetched as the marsian

We say we are all a part of the innocent
but then who are we to blame for the mess we make?
Cynthia Jean Jun 2016
Ascribe
to the Lord
all glory
laud and honor
He is our King
Oh bless the Lord
and worship Him
in the splendor
of His holiness....

Psalm 29:2

cj 2016
It’s important to remember that Death,
has been conquered by Christ’s victory;
though our mortal flesh is perishable,
our spirits will rise and we will see

Him in His exalted radiance, as The Son.
Like Him, we too will be raised in glory;
we will be completely reconciled unto God,
with Christ having no sense of animosity

towards us, regarding His experiences
as our propitiation on Calvary’s Cross.
After all, He submitted to The Father’s
plan, for redeeming the World’s lost.

Out of dust, the first Adam was raised;
from Heaven, came last Adam: The Christ;
the first brought upon us sin and Death,
while the latter… bestowed eternal Life.
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Author notes

Inspired by:
1 Cor 15:42-54

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Take this broken bowl
You made so very long ago
She is such a terrible sight to behold
Please take her off the shelf She's been sitting there all by herself
She's so very much alone
Battle cracked and worn
I know she's broken in many places
But please show her your good graces
Fill in the spaces
With potters sands
With your loving Godly hands
Patch the holes
Within her soul
With your mighty wisdom make her whole
Like you did once so long ago
Shine her with your glory
So she may go tell your story
Of how she was so broken
But your love over her you've spoken
And her sin's have been cast in to the ocean
And now she is new again
Even though she was born in to sin
She did not have to stay and descend
But now basks in the lights
Of your heavenly sights
As once again her spirt takes flight
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