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Shannon Mar 2015
I saw you over there, lustful man.
I braided **** ribbons in my hair
so they could make you think
of wrists
and feet
and places of interest.
Ribbons of heat
curling from
the effort of
not watching me.
The devil leaves a sinful man
who fights within himself-
The devil leaves the sinful man to battle
lonesome.
The devil knows what you do not-
you'll never leave as victor.
I pass my glaze of a glance of sigh of a slight turn-
you de-watched me too.
That is to say
you watched me so tightly
you had to un-think me with purpose.
You had to descend on those
deviant rungs
step ginger down,
rung by rung by rung
and you stopped half way
between me up here
and me down there.
and oh! what a glorious place you stopped.
The holy place of me- where I am still a Mary
and a Magdelene?
I've yet to be.


Sahn
3/3/15
Thank you for taking the time to read and share my work.  I am always grateful.
Towela Kams Feb 2015
The greatest love story ever told is about 2000 years old and concerns a righteous Son who put His Kingdom on hold to step into a world so ruthless and cold and redeem it once and for all. In my defence, this Man was bold.

He was humble though, He was a Jew, with his sandles hardly new and His friends very few. His Voice pulled large crowds and spontaneously they grew pulling masses of lives that had to be groomed. His Words so sweet like far-away imported perfume. His tongue so smooth yet holding authority to cast away any manner of doom.

This Man came to recreate.
His plan was to mould us like clay and position us in such a way that even when one sheep goes astray, he'll take it upon Himself to save. And from what I know, this service is open 24 hours a day. For He'll never turn away anyone who says and acts in the path He prepared to save us from sin's stain.

Brethren, understand that this Man was treated like a slave. Yet His Mission was solely based on the establishment of grace on the Earth's face. This Man came for your sake. All He ever intended to do was embrace us as Kingdom Heirs in His Name. And shower us with wells of blessings our lips longed to taste.

This Great Man willingly took upon the human condition to bring us redemption by God's permission. God's most-prized possession released into a physical realm yet had no worldly recognition..
So you're gonna have to forgive me if all I got on my mind right now is His Submission..
An example for all who live for acceptance yet secretly die from worldly perspectives and secular perceptions. A leaving and breathing example with no insecurity yet left to face and fight against this evil world of obscurity. Thank God He breathed in within us a word of purity. Especially to a society like ours that reeks of inequity.

I'm surprised He decided to look twice at me. When all I had to offer was a crooked past and a list of broken dreams. It's unfathomable to find anything that exceeds the level of the mercy He's poured over me. And I know I'm undeserving. And this rises the question of why He stands opposite me with arms wide open in the name of amazing grace.
Someone, please explain:
How can I be embraced by the One who created the Universe in the first place?

But it appears to me that there's a personal message He has for those unwilling to perish and die:
**"You'll always be a child in my eyes. And when you need someone, my arms are open wide. Even when you're growing old, I hope you realise that you'll always be a child in my eyes."
I'm a Christian poet. It's who I am. It's what I do. If God has gifted me in writing, it's only right that I uphold Him in my rhyming.
Shannon Oct 2017
I got loadbearing feet.
-18 wheeler legs.
drag my demons and devils
in the tanker behind
I stand tall,
Oh this weight.
"She's a good one,"
they'll say,
not understanding
How fast I can leave.
"If you catch her-
there's  cement foundation
under the moss that
grows over her faith."
Hurricane glass in my ocean gray eyes
I've got steel framed thoracic spine
that holds my haul steady.
I tied down my baggage
with bungee and coil.
I've got road ready feet
as there's asphalt that's burning.
I've got weight bearing soul-
and spare beneath the hood,
I've got to keep it moving though
As I'm just passing through.

Sahn
2/9/15
I am grateful for those who share in the my passion. Please say hello, please feel free to suggest.
I am myself May 2012
The sun with his ever seeing face
Had never seen a being with such grace
He called to her
Come be my bride!
But she was a harlot
Never will I go to your side!
For days the clouds cried
Endless empty nights
The sun had lost his light
She was as cold as she was lovely
But calculating enough to see the gain
So she took to the sky
I will keep my vow she proclaimed
Never will I cease to cause you pain
My domain is the empty night
To which I will bring a bit of light
If you try to touch me I will make you bleed
Your blood is the cost of such greed
Hastily the sun agreed
But soon he began to crave
A single touch that she gave
At sunset he reached out
The moment his skin contacted hers
He was covered in icy burns
His blood spilled across the sky
In no more time than the blink of an eye
Yet morning and night
He continues to try
To touch the one
Who is his bride
Isha Kumar Jan 2015
We stay up all night
to find words that rhyme.
We scribble. We write,
losing track of time.

We stare into space,
deep in thought.
From a child's fairy-tale
to the wars fought.

We can't stay still.
Our fingers, they itch.
With no path to follow,
in dreams we are rich.

We dance and fly
but crash to the floor.
We laugh and cry
with our emotions galore.

Smiling while judging,
we scribble. We write.
From petty love stories
to the furious fights.

Over incomplete lines,
we again lose sleep.
Muttering new words
as we silently weep.

We see the world
the way no one would.
We break the rules
the way no one could.

A new day begins
with all new themes.
"Which one to choose?"
Our minds scream.

We scribble. We write
with bees in our bonnets.
From epic ballads
to the melancholic sonnets.

With passion in our blood,
and a calloused hand,
we are poets.
Together we stand.
Kate Lion Jan 2015
i am a windsock
that you found atop an abandoned heart valve, trying to catch its breath
an open-mouthed fish with air passing through the gills
drowning in solitude

you took me down
washed me up,
and i felt useful again

you never asked me to love you
never stapled me to the wall or made me into your sock puppet with googly eyes
but i would find myself nestled beside you, anyway
in the moments i wanted to feel a little more human

you listened, mostly
you would hold me up and watch me fill with air and when things got too emotional i would wriggle free and tumble off the mountain peak in a scatter-brained attempt to prove i didn't need you
you never raised your voice or shouted after me, and i never raised my hand to say, "i need you, too"

3 years went by

you never begged me to love you
but you whispered that feelings had sprouted from your heart so long ago on the mountain
and i could see the lettuce leaves protruding from your chest
and i became afraid
i had never kept something like this alive

(a list of things that i'd let die:
a cactus
friendships
hermit *****
fish
and tiny flowers)

so i let the wind take me again
i dont know why
i crawled back to the crusty heart valve
and tried to let my soul dry out
(a raisin in the sun)

but after a month of drowning in my own solitude
i heard that a frost was coming

i thought of the tiny leaves protruding from the ridges of your chest

(could i let something so innocent die again?)

and on September 27th, while you slept
i, the wind sock, slipped into the sheets
i covered our tender love with all i had

and we weathered the frost together.
Kate Lion Jan 2015
it is an honor
to love
and be loved
by you (only you)

i wanted a hippie van
and you wanted to make me happy
so you took off your Vans and grabbed a marker

we wrote "don't worry, be hippie" on the fabric until our fingers cramped
True story.
Egeria Litha Jan 2015
You can find me underwater
You can find me in the mountains
You can find me if you seek me out
Just feel around

Being pulled in two directions
looking for that true connection
a hand to hold, a mouth to kiss
Just feel me out

I met a boy named Joshua
in the forest of Ocala
he took my suitcase
off my hands
and he led me home

and he led me home...
This is how the story
u n f o l d s
with his voice,
with his voice
c u t t i n g
through the wind
____
like a singing bowl

The scene was over
but alignment was waiting
could have been anywhere
but you would have found me

So we locked arms
and traveled the country
Got mistaken for a couple
of thieves
She almost died
but was saved by angel
and caught a ride
to Boulder instead

People aren't always meant
to stay together
forever
there are seasons of
distance
but you keep
keep spinning back
into my vortex
and I can't help but notice
this

You can find me underwater
You can me find me in the mountains
You can find me if you seek me out
Just feel around
My ex lover and I wrote this. Its a song but its also poetry. Enjoy my love story.
Kate Lion Jan 2015
i am the moon
the rise and fall of your chest is the tide
your breath in my ear is the ocean
the waves spill across my lobe

i see the salt, taste it on your skin
you finger the stars strung through my hair
(this all fades ((usually)) in the morning)

we will blow on the sun like a dandelion
so it never rises
we will never be blinded again
Lustus Jan 2015
He said
Maybe
He said
I don't know what the future holds
He said
This might be able to work
He said
He cares...

She said...
What if?
She said
Let's get married
She said
Let's have babies
She said
I love you
She said
I care too much...

He said...
Maybe
He said
Never
He said
I can let my walls down...

She...
Smiled
She...
Shed a tear
She said
I love you

To

Someone else

But...
He said
Maybe.
And she melted into
another's arms...
Always an afterthought
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