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Desire 7d
In a dream, warnings heed
From the pit, my soul - he keeps
Awake, I pray, and see his face
I shout of joy, and sing him praise.

My sins are spared,
Perversions pardoned,
My ways are not repaid to me
For, from the pit, my soul is kept
My life is lit, and I - redeemed

Chance after chance, and time again
Into the pit, his hand extends
Pulls us up, turns us about
Not graved to perish, but to live devout.

His mercies anew; his truths revealed
Saved from the pit, sown in his fields
His grace - sufficient, where sin spewed its spout.
His love has no end - my soul has no doubt.
For, from the pit, my soul - he keeps.
My life is lit, and I - redeemed.

-  Desire Ramos, 11/27/20
reflections on Job 33
Andrew Rueter Nov 13
My brother and I explored a ravine
in our younger years. A wooded
labyrinth where the auburn
mist of fallen leaves
covered the floor
like a Burmese
tiger pit.

My brother
and I discovered
a lake, which became
a creek, which became
a swamp. I must've found
something exciting, because
I began sprinting homeward in a
juvenile fervor. Penetrating the
leafy shroud with my eager
feet. Unaware of traps
set subtly for those
tramping  through
the wilderness.

A nail,
I stepped
on a nail in my
recklessness. My
tennis shoe armor proved
futile against the steel weaponry.
Completely exposing my vulnerable
sole, the spiked interloper sank
its lone fang into me. The
pain shot through my
foot until ambulatory
abilities all but

I didn't watch
where I was stepping
and landed on an inadvertent
I should've
known the pollution of man
would stab me in my
outstretched hand.

A lesson was
learned about
paranoia and why
it exists. Even if I watch
where I'm going, polluters
will slit my wrists until the findings
of the swamp are forgotten in favor of scars.
Silverflame Oct 2019
Sometimes I want love to find me.
For when love takes over,
you'll walk the road of serenity.
You'll climb the mountain of euphoria.
You'll swim the ocean of ecstasy.

Yet, I don't think love is good for me.
I'm afraid it'll **** me in a state of oblivion.
But perhaps that's all I ever really need;
to fall into the pit of love and never
break through the surface again.
How the career
Of so many
Tell their own
Carry their own
Hold magic in
Chosen over
Telling me stories
Maleficent 2
Strung Jun 2019
I’m thinking all my charcoal thoughts—
Scorching on my mind—
I’m thinking all my crumbly words
Are worth the dark’s dull time
I sit here in the dark
And watch the embers burn
The feelings of the faces here
Mean nothing in the urn.
I sit against cold tiles,
Hiding in the dark
The fire burns me inside out
I’m alone, I’m hurt.
I sit deep in the fire
I have no more bones to give
All my blood is boiling
And my eyes have all but caved
I sit here in the fire
And think my charcoal thoughts
I want nothing else to do
With anything but dust.
Burn the legs and up the arms
I’m done with walking free
Burn the brain, the heart, the soul
I retire to the dream.
Karijinbba May 2019
Ay ay ay my old forest land
five little brothers blown
Ay ay my baby boy gone
My loving dad's grave lost

Mom lost her mind
sold my half sis for food
as I ran to convent stunned

Ay USA my coco girl's birth
Henrys infertil mistress bailed
his******* dues selling my
baby girl to her!
impostor posing as Mom-me
!in Torrance CA maternity ward
stole my baby photos

Ay daughter keep away from Moureen
he even gave you daughter her ugly name! sold you like a dog is sold
Evil Henry is no father to you
tried vanishing me and
you in my womb using saline but Mom saved herself and you
called police
before and after your birth
we both were attacked
this truth you must know no matter how painful
your Mother loves you this mother is me I love you you are my beloved father David's precious grand child
your maternal grandparents were good people so we're your paternal grandmother Janet but not your paternal father he was evil biggoted racist don't ever be like him.
I love you so miss you daughter mine your father's seed isn't to blame his sister Elizabeth is sociopath sadistic weekly jealous she is like Henry a Charles Manson's advocate almost turned me pregnant into Sharon Tate 1969 butchered by evil crazed men and followers
same bad people in Greece pray on pregnant women and babies they are the **** of this planet.
I wouldn't do a roach what they all put me and my baby's through.
Ay my Greek born baby girls
medeas tinted your baby milk
with caustic soda yelling at me to hurt me saying it was to open your sink out of jealousy malice and greed
they said you were killers because hers with him wouldn't be born.
Take heed keep away from Greece and them all they are not well in the head they a lack heart brains courage everything I had in excess to fly away and save us all.
ay ay our envious foe
enemy so blind a fool
has died seeing us thrive
Ay PTSD ay free me please.

Ay dear poets potessess
thou in thy worst nightmare have it good and better then me and my kin.

Ay ay poisons potions we won!
we emerged immune even to you stronger mightier better
than thee

my enemies all look at us
living in the land of
the free and the brave
healthy loving caring
Ay sad sure! bitter never!

Ay ay USA ay ay Mexico
Hell Greece and Greeks sits more evil
of lower hells bellow thee  
most vicious cruel of all foe.
I changed Earth for the anti-Christ wasn't born instead my Angels
thrive good destroys evil within

Ay Greek **** mythology drown!
drown Join Atlantis Sodomah
Gomorrah into your pits of hell
itself go sink.!
This is a holy mother's plee
supersticious ignorant greece
We have flushed thee down
deep the bottomless pit
with this tini poetic
metaphor I plee to the Universe the spiritual unseen world above and below.
So wise many a poet
and powerful poetessess
family and friends,
please switch vacation trips to elsewhere in the globe
ending touristic revenues to
food poisoning *****
Hell enic poisoner twisted backwards ******'s ******* lenic Greece.
By: Karijinbba
All right reserved revived 8-2020
true life story.
Enough shared thanks for reading
Star BG Apr 2019
I often find myself falling into a spelling pit.
The place where letters are mounds of dirt.
Where has dirt fall into my eyes.
A hole where spelling correctly is impossible
but still my poem I write.
inspired by on Humorous Poetry... Lily's poem
Your love is the marvel
Changes  my things
Makes me felt with happiness

That I lost since periods
They might be short
Or might be long

Your love is the important
It digs signs at my mind
And leaves pit at my heart

But it chased the sad
I feel blossoms open inside
The birds sings at my spirit

My soul flying at height
Between angels leaving the worst
All of these, I fell in love
With the smartest
the love is the honest feeling especially when it begins with one word and ends with tie marriage
Poetress2 Apr 2019
In a pit far hotter then Hell,
Satan's fate doth lie within;
And when this wicked world's over
God will then throw Satan in.
Into that lake of Fire and Brimstone,
also known as the Pits of Hell;
This is Beelzebub's destiny,
and he knows this, all too well.
Yet before this time will come,
he's seeking those to devour;
Trying to harm God's Creations,
believing he has much more power.
But woe to Satan upon that day,
when God's had more than enough;
'Tis then the Devil will realize,
his kingdom will then come undone.
His empire will certainly crumble,
as if in a major Earthquake;
Satan will tremble in utter fear,
his Demons will quiver and shake.
The words of God will be fulfilled,
when He cast Satan into that fire;
And within that Lake, he will remain,
no hope for this Beast and his liars.
And as they burn, their knees shall bow,
as each of their tongues shall confess;
That Jesus Christ is the Lord of Lords,
this truth they will surely profess!
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