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That child is my shining star
In a world that hates my guts
That child shall be mine once more
To be away from her is not fun
That child with an angel face
That child with a smile
That child is my own little babe...or was,
Before i went wild
written from the perspective of the unfit parent, whose lost custody of their child, love sometimes isn't enough, but its not anyone's fault, you can forgive yourself when your intentions were pure
Gift to me my solitude please
I regret to inform you that you must leave
Your walking all over my “unholy place”
Not “unholy” as in Satan
It’s more like disgrace
I want to be left in my peace
I've done some bad things, got grit in my teeth
So leave me now, i wont ask again
Leave me, for i am not a good man.
the criminal that really deserves a second chance, is the righteous one
I’m fearful that i’ll lose my way
I can’t be forsaken again
I want to banish my tears away
And be a righteous man
When all the words i have to spare
Are not enough for forgiveness
I will stay here if i dare
And my sorrow will decay with swiftness
if no one believes you've changed but you know in your heart its true, forgive yourself and move on...and in time...so will they
A blind man cannot see
or live; without mercy
A deaf man cannot hear
or live; without fear
A mute man cannot speak
or live; without peace
But every man is handicapped
in a bigger way than these
a tribute to those with a disability, because your much stronger than everyday man,
You think you're better than me
Really? is that so?
I guess we’ll never know for sure
Until you start acting humble
Please stop rubbing it in my face
For the only thing i really see
Is jealousy and disgrace
the instant you say your better then someone, you become less than them
I would have chased her so the end of time,
If i were an immortal soul.
But she does not want my affection now,
And i will not live forever, oh no.
So all that i can do is wait,
And wait and wait i will.
Love is lacking in my fate
But i’ll die as loyal still,
For our friendship is still real.
the character in this poem believes loyalty and friendship is more important than pressing to have a lover, if more people thought like this the world would be a lot better place
Nature salutes me on the front line
Fighting the good fight with poetry sublime
Planting kindness into dark hearts
Preaching my morals is just the start
I will write of the trees, and flowers, and bee’s
I will write of the life, and struggle, and strife
I will write of the role in my poetic lead
I will write of my love and her need to be free
But i am not bias against misery and death
I will write of the soldiers whose fate is met
While i am wise, they give their lives
For freedom and honor and sacrifice
koketso Apr 2015
some souls
are made
from pitch black coals
turning everything they touch dull & old

But

Every fierce, eternal fire of hope demands the same load
of dark unattractive coals

that nobody wants to touch.
O Lord, how I appreciate having my character,
free from the carnal lust of mammon; for I,
don’t have to be concerned with avarice, greed
or the presence of possessions… that I can eye!

I’m truly thankful for my current circumstance,
knowing that You have promised to never fail me;
therefore, I’ll trust Your continued support-
since I’ve been grafted into… The Living Tree!

Having been comforted and encouraged, with boldness
and confidence, I claim: Christ is my Benefactor!
My spirit won’t be gripped by any dread or fears;
I’m ignoring the silly nonsense of all detractors.

Forged within Life’s, daily crucible of Faith,
inner steel and moral disposition were developed.
From Salvation through Christ, my soul was saved,
and my life by His Grace has been… fully enveloped.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Heb 3:5-6; Rev 2:7

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

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Son: “Can a wounded person be cured?”
Father: "Yes, but morally fallen persons cannot be cured."
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