You sit on the holy hollow thrown in my body.
Calling for salvation, claiming camaraderie

The internal tick I tend to mend,
sits on my chest, sinks into my irises.

A sip, a snort, a huff whisper safe promises.

You are the thumb I **** singing lullabies to sleeping peace,
the knife I carry down dark streets.

You are the doctor I call when I break my arm,
the scarf I wear in winter storms.

But too,

You are the *** hole in main streets,
and a broken belt in the drivers seat,
the sour milk in my fridge when I make English tea.
You've put salt in my sugar.

You are the feet that fall asleep in a moment of danger.

You are a beautiful thought waiting to unfold on black paper.

You sit on the holy hollow thrown in my body.
Commanding toxic tensions, comforting ill redemptions.

But

The kingdom we live in is drinking resilience,
mind stepping back into its brilliance.

You still sit on the holy thrown in my body.
But I too fight for survival
and you still dable with devils.

But the battles I face are no longer hollow,
and sometimes I miss the comfort of denial.

A king without kingdom, is the one who dwells in his own world
Physically here, psychologically in another plane, he never cares about this land's cult
The only thing he cares, are his dreams and fantasies
Maybe that is why he is called a king, in its own means

A king without kingdom, can't be suppressed or oppressed
For he, doesn't have a land, that can be snatched to make him depressed
He is the true owner of his will, a hero
Who can't be made, to exist with Aryabhatta's zero

The king without kingdom, is not a gardener without flowers
He is that farmer, who always welcome the showers
The one who will join him, will also become a king
Like him, the one, A King Without Kingdom


|AB|

How can mortals completely envision heaven?
Exploring the fullness of what we’ll see,
will surely take many human lifetimes,
in order to take in… all things of eternity.

Whatever God has prepared for us -
conceived from infinite possibilities,
the sight of its beauty lies beyond our mental grasp,
whose description, exceeds one’s vocabulary.

What is the secret name reserved for me?
Can one take a swim in the glassy sea?
How large is the throne room of God?
How many angels and cherubs will we see?

Can we exist beyond the third dimension?
Will we be able fly through the universe?
How long will it take me to memorize all Scripture
and the subtle meanings… of each and every verse?

How many new colors, will we experience
that shine within Jehovah’s heavenly dome?
How much gold will stick to my feet,
from walking around my eternal, new home?

What are the capabilities of our immortal bodies?
How much knowledge, from our lives, will we retain?
What will my first feelings and thoughts be,
when standing before… the Lamb who was slain?

Great are the rewards of Kingdom living.
Among the redeemed, no one is viewed the fool;
His great family will be overcome with joy,
knowing that everyone submitted… to His Sovereign rule.



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
1 Cor 2:9; Rom 14:17-18

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.

The well I dive in is shallow and dark
And I seem to get nowhere after I embarked
So I drink the ink and fill in the blank
Pouring up from the bottom of the well
The bricks they made were corroding bells
And a tale of prejudice they always tell
Oh, how they depict the pain and gain
We get after being silently ******
And while diving in well I do then reign
Your kingdom of loathe of poem and darts
Causing chaos upon writing the lost hearts out
Corrupt the walls by eating your heart out
Drown, drown, deep down in my black romance
Of the kingdom within never laid to rest
Where I can write as I please and tell as I please
And set fire to the war you flickered in peace

What are we really looking to receive?
Is it: Money, Fame, Success, or Promotion?
Secret lusts of the heart create problems;
are we willing to risk, His Salvation?

Living to get things will never satisfy;
without proper priorities and pursuits,
righteousness, peace and joy isn’t obtained.
Knowing your identity in Him, His fruit,

mercy and grace becomes obviously evident.
Seeking His face will insure that His hand  
remains open towards those desiring Him.
However, are we doing what He had planned?

Are we delighting ourselves in Him alone?
Are the goals of God, something we discuss?
He always should be the King of our Life
and the Kingdom that is… inside each of us.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Rom 14:17; Psa 37:4,145:16

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

You are a king and you have your own kingdom
I am a queen, and I have my own realm
We both have our own rules, our codes in time
I will never follow yours but mine

I showed a girl a picture
Of a dying man she said it would scar forever
And I told her that was the purpose
That I was only returning a favor
She walked out of the place
Thought she'd be gone forever
She came back the next day
And started to say that she was better
Than all the others
Said we'd be forever, said we'd be forever

But my walls keep falling down
Keep breaking down
And I put in my all just to keep them up but
I am growing so tired of being stretched so thin
Of trying to pretend that this ain't bothering me

I used to know what I was doing
But I got lost in all the fake promises and paranoia
I am trying to hard again
I'd sell myself to win
I'd sell myself to make her smile
And sometimes I feel so alone I'm forced into my own world
Where I waste my time building my own kingdom

But my walls keep falling down
Keep breaking down
And I put in my all just to keep them up but
I am growing so tired of being stretched so thin
Of trying to pretend that this ain't bothering me

I showed a girl a picture of a dying man

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Childhood is a
Kingdom
Where nobody dies
Isn't that
Such a
Heartbreaking
Lie
It's surprising
How we've
Lasted this long
With so many
Threats around us
So many
Disappearances
So many
Forgotten
Childhood is a
Kingdom
But beyond its
Borders is
Where darkness
Lies in wait
Of you
That darkness invades
the kingdom
Picking us
Off
One
By
One
Into the realm
of reality
Of harsh cruelty
And of sorrow
Betrayal and
Anger
Sometimes
We find those
who are lost
Not always
Breathing
And sometimes
They never turn
Up
Childhood is a
Kingdom Where
nobody dies
Isn't that
Such a
Heartbreaking
Lie
But it's the
Kingdom where
Our future
Lies
Our defenses
Are not
Always strong
But we are
Never weak
We will always
Look and search
Never give up
Even if ten
years past
And you're
no longer a child
You're not forgotten
By us
Don't fear
Just let someone
know
And truth will
be with you
Childhood is a
Kingdom
Where nobody dies
And no one
is forgotten
about
No matter how
Long ago
In its
own walls
Life is full
of color
with anything
you can imagine
Though we'd
love for you
to stay
forever
You must
Leave sometime