there is a holy silence that binds
souls together

a silence that takes up room
a palpable presence

not like the empty silence that destroys
and splits people apart

a holy silence that warms hearts
and connects long lost lovers

silence of the *divine mystery

I went to my church
Well Youth group tonight
And we went to this Worship
We all sang the worship songs
and tried to feel the presence
You probably don't care
But this was big for me
I felt the holy spirit
And I am fully
In belief of God
Right now
I felt the Holy Spirit
And started crying
which is normal
for some people
to cry when they feel it
And yeah :)

raid drops
falling

the sky
roaring

Heaven
is crying

It's crying for the world
The world that has lost its way
humans that is bathed with sins

He is crying
tears that could wash away your sins
he is giving

Still people keep sinning
What's the point in saving
If in their evil,
there is no stopping

Still he keeps trying
He continues in crying

I pray he wont lose hope in humans
On us
until the day
he stops crying

and see Him

the Heaven.. Smiling

Circo nips on the go, the road
no mortgage or roof on the mobile home
Making music with the wind, her curls
I watch it --picture frame the moment with my hands on canvas memories and dreams are sandwiched no lettuce but the tank lets us cruise with these 6 figure fantasies worry free courtesy a day dream
Or déjà vu if I could choose, and I chose
We choose to break the rules so what's on ya mind? pulled into a rest stop indecent crimes with a box full of promises tucked in my pocket
Just know that it will surface but to you I'm not worth it
Just don't cosign the lies that they tell don't sign the doted line or give me that bill --it's all premature don't treat it all like a stillborn
Still on fact I see once every 6 months
I figured I was important figured that she could wait now contemplating extortion, how can ways of the selfish out weigh what's important
Cue curtains, hands off canvas

A silent mourn prior to another portrait, she spoke:
"take my body if the last supper"
Pardon myself from my favorite flavor no savoring the savior who can't even save herself or society.

The Laws of Physics say
That Everyone Dies
And is Gone:
Every blade of grass, insect, man and woman.
Every sentient being.
From Big Bang to Big Whatever.
They all Die.

Yet is there more than this?
Something of the spirit.
More than ghosts
And poltergeists.
An afterlife
In Heaven.
Another Realm.

Some say that when you die
You re-join The One Being,
Let’s call it “God”.

Your individuality may be gone,
But you become part of that Super-Consciousness,
The One,
And thus Remain.

The logic of this is frightening:
It means that I am part of God,
Just going through a phase
We call Life,
In readiness for
For Ever.

You too are part of God
And logic dictates
That I am my own Mum and Dad,
My sister, friends and everyone else:
Mother Theresa, ******, Shakespeare
And Eddie The Eagle.

I am a wasp, a lion, a dolphin, a tree
Maybe even a germ.
Another poet
Commenting on my poems.
I’m even You.

Better get on with it then.
I’ve got plenty to do!

Paul Butters

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daOIhVvG_M8

Blackness, shadow of the world, eternal sonata sung by the demons of the cold suffering lost souls forever riding this nightmare.. Singularity of infinite sin, true black abyss, pulling down all angels from the heavens.. there is but a splinter of light left in this world..

And on this day he runs from the demons, on this day he runs to the light, a small hole in the black smoke filled sky.. There The day exist as a small beam of sunlight that shines on through this black breath of the grand demon sitting atop the mountain of sin, sitting atop a shrine created by sin.. he spews out his hate and black cloud breath creating the forever night..

the pillar of light shines down on this final day, he ran for it as fast as he could.. but he was weak, he was dying, he could not make it as he fell to his knees.. he crawled toward the light miles away, he begin to pray to the angels in the abyss, he begin to hope, he was now on his stomach scrapping across the land toward a fading light miles away..

the demons have caught his scent, the scent of the final man left on earth, this will be the final slaying of mankind, earth will become hell..

he remembers his daughters smile, he remembers his sons strength, he remembers his loves warmth, and he is now on his feet.. he grasp the bracelet his daughter gave him, he calls to his dead son for strength, he feels his wife's love warm him one last time.. the demons fall upon him!

his daughters bracelet lets forth a light that shuns the demons above the black smoke into the sun burning them to a heavenly oblivion! more and more demons give chase.. he cannot outrun them.. he then hears his sons voice shout forward! a white horse with blue flames gallops past the demons lifting the last man as they gallop faster than darkness leaving behind a blue fire that burns all chasing demons away.. at last the fading final day, the fading pillar of hope is reached!

The grand demon stands before them! The final man stands in the light, under the final day of mankind.. He feels the light hold him, he feels his wife's arms around him, he holds her for the last time.. The grand demon roars and begins toward the last man.. all prayers ever said, all the hope ever felt, shined within that light. the last man stands before the grand demon in the form of the HOLY DRAGON.

The HOLY DRAGON looks upon the darkness with his blue holy eyes.. The grand demon is in awe at what he is seeing.. The holy dragon takes flight above the black clouds.. With his thunderous wings he fans away the blackness letting the sun in once again.. The HOLY DRAGON then dives toward the grand demon spewing white fire of creation!! The demon tries and fights back only to be torn asunder by the HOLY DRAGONS silver teeth! Thus begins the age of the dragons once again

I toiled then in Babylon
with a suit and black tie on
I forgot who it was that I called on
JAH the one true lord of love
Sits on HIS throne high up above
HE sent to me a holy dove
in its talons
Kush

I had not smoked since that night
The sight of it gave me a fright
but from the sky, a holy light!
A fatherly voice came down from a cloud
"Son this kush is hella loud
Smoke it well, and make me proud!"
so I packed a bowl
and smoked

The power of kush, it lifted me
This powerful plant HE gifted me
It mended that old rift in me
and I once again, was reggae.

Finding Holy Ground frequently,
should be much easier these days;
isn’t it wherever we happen to go,
since His presence abides with us?
Haven’t we accepted His higher ways?

Are His precepts and promises hidden,
inside the stony temple of our hearts?
Do we desire to mesh our wills with His?
Are we making proper, daily sacrifices
of attitudes- without being torn apart?

Can our speech be free of covetousness?
Will we learn to be completely content,
boldly knowing The Lord is our helper?
Can we get over the irrational fears
that may usurp His Grace and circumvent

the holy plans and purpose given to us?
Are we bowing daily to His authority?
Can we listen to Godly conversations,
without be offended by our ignorance?
Wherever we go, we must realize and see

that we are standing on holy ground-
for the Earth still belongs to the Lord.
Therefore, let’s raise clean hands overhead
with genuine praise before Him, seeing…
that He remains worthy of being adored!
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Heb 13:5-8; Isa 55:8-9; Psa 24

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.