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Trevon Haywood Sep 2016
Remember June’s long days,

and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.

The nettles that methodically overgrow

the abandoned homesteads of exiles.

You must praise the mutilated world.

You watched the stylish yachts and ships;

one of them had a long trip ahead of it,

while salty oblivion awaited others.

You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,

you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.

You should praise the mutilated world.

Remember the moments when we were together

in a white room and the curtain fluttered.

Return in thought to the concert where music flared.

You gathered acorns in the park in autumn

and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.

Praise the mutilated world

and the gray feather a thrush lost,

and the gentle light that strays and vanishes

and returns.

—Adam Zagajewski.
9/11/2016.
showyoulove Jan 2014
I look through my window at the stars as they shine
Showing their love to the creator divine.
I smell the flowers and breeze the sweetness drifting
Upward and onward to Heaven lifting.
I feel the grass beneath my feet, between my toes
I laugh and smile and all time seems to slow.
The birds sing their joyful songs
And the rocks and plants seem to sing along.
The crickets, frogs, and the night play out a chorus
How beautiful this symphony prepared for us!
All life, all the earth seems to have a voice
They sing praise to you and I make it my choice.
The most grand orchestra this world has and ever will see
How amazing this gift that you give to me!
You write your name on my heart and put a song in my soul
Gives a spring to my step like a young little foal.
My spirit soars on wings with the creatures of the air
Let me always feel with every bone in my body that you are always there!
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Saturday --
My 5.5 hours trip was full of intense prayer,
All the time, I tried to hold my heart.
It was thumping in minutes unknown,
For I have no words to tell you.

We faced each other
After months of changing routes.
And then, we uttered tears to Heaven.
I had a glimpse of you,
So you'll know it's really me
You're talking to.
But deep within,
I hide the tears
Of months of pain
So sweet as vain.

You drove me home,
With clueless words
With cheerful emotions.
You stayed,
For it wasn't a closure
But a second chance.

Sunday --
I know we heard the same preaching
Of forgiveness and pain.
Of experiences that cast out fear,
Of true love, more than earthly's paints.

I tried to search for you in the crowd
Just wondering if you're not gonna hang up.
I went home, without your goodbye.

Monday --
I felt the Spirit's conviction
And so I get my phone
I was praying that you answer
So that words will be bound home.

I found my words too straightforward,
Now we just have to let go.
To stop this crazy feeling,
For love was not yet home.

I passed by with memories
Of the past hurt and the new restoration.
I thank God in my heart.
But I was still hanging,
As I wait for your word.

All the time I've been waiting,
My feelings got confused
And I wanna hold on to us.
I became a beggar of love,
Though I beg Him to take this love.

I thought you were gonna fight for me,
But you let go so easily.
In a moment, I was in tears
And everything was shuttered in me.

I was crying all the time,
Praying that you'll stay.
My heart was a stone
But God held me so tight
And in the end, calmed my soul.

Tuesday --

I cried over and over again
I was in total shock of pain.
Drowning with regrets of letting go.
What was in my mind
That I did set you free?

I cried countless tears
I was torn into something's not me
But I found myself searching for answers...
Searching for Truth to set me free.

Wednesday --

I woke up in Heaven's rest
As if the pain was all gone.
As if it's all done.

The Lord has comforted me
The Lord became my refuge.
He took away the pain
And love me as who I am.

Days of mourning have ended
My soul dance with waves of blessings.
I am blessed to undergo pain
For grace and love have brought me home.

Thursday --

The Lord has granted me peace
He has destroyed every weapon
That I may live by His grace
And live life as He had lived.

I was born again
Again and again
And day by day,
He utters, "Rest, my child."

And so I sing a new song
To laud my Lord
With infinite praise.
Nay Aug 2016
You found a Diamond, buried in mud
You took it, clean it, embrace it
It shine

You praise it, and it shine more brighter
yet you dazzled

You've grown tired of it sparkle
You left it
Though you left it, it keep shining
yet, it radiation grew cold
Colder by the second
Colder by the day you left it

And a real Diamond won't easily broke
because as it grew colder, it's also becomes harder
more harder than ever since the day you left it

And so does Her heart
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Maybe it's a mistake to force my heart to love again
that's why I looked up this number long after it was washed in the drain
Romance is the state of a little child rejecting its mother
for when you've truly loved you easily forget her faults rather...
I remember how badly I regretted loving without gain
but the need of the Heart's forced me to return to the olden, insane

I still have hope beyond measure
Someday you'll hand me the treasure
I hold my peace with you


Just know am not parting with you
Neither am I contending against you
Because you're deep inside my heart
Let me sort myself out


Maybe you'll love me above my grave whilst I have no breath
When your feelings aren't respected!
I despise myself, believing I ain't of your worth...
better blind eyes than the events am witnessing
you've permitted the whites of my eyes to pour rivers of tears
I mean, I wish you understood the feelings of love
torture the heart but still don't tire
I'm not loved, that is obviously clear to me but am not content
for tomorrow I'll hoodwink my heart
"You're cherished and just being tested..."
Am teeth but I think myself toothless
True, that Love's a wound in the heart

I still have hope beyond measure
Someday you'll hand me the treasure
I hold my peace with you


*But know I ain't parting with you
Neither am I contending against you
Because you're deep inside my heart
Let me sort myself out
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
When you are down, and full of fear
There seems to be nobody near
There's no answer when you pray...
Give God a sacrifice of Praise!

Lift your voice and sing a song!
Sing It Loud! Oh, sing it strong!
It's not the meter, nor the phrase,

Give God a sacrifice of praise!


When life is hard, and you are blue,
And you don't know just what to do
Strike Up the Band, you'll be amazed!
Give God a sacrifice of praise!

(Chorus)

Paul and Silas knew the truth
Sang in prison, raised the roof!
Those dungeon walls did surely shake,
And those bars began to break!

Lift your voice and sing a song!
Sing It Loud! Oh sing along!
By God's might those halls were razed...

Because of sacrifice of praise!!!




SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/26/2009
I'm singing, folks. Nothing can keep me down if I sing. Thank you so much for all your prayers and good thoughts. Situation hasn't changed but my attitude toward it has.

Just want to clarify, I'm not headed for jail... LOL!!! I'm going to be ok. Truly.

Have a few things to do so I'm going to go offline now. Hopefully I'll be back tonight...


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Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
Can't change her
So I'm turning me into the lad
who can deal with the ripples
she brings...

I'm adopting to the echoes
along her wave length...
For she's my weakness and strength
Each time I want to fly
she gives me wings
I soar in her arms, she's my sky
I'm entangled in her charms
She's my world and beyond
I can't even tell why!!
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I envy how much I love you?*
& so much wish I were loved
that much too.?
Nelize Jul 2016
how great is Your love for rock solid relations
yet in time rocks part through deep canyons

Your waters remain stilled;
Your mystery lies deep
Your raptors fulfilled
Your mountains so steep

how could man survive Your greatness?
even the eagle admires Your vastness!

Your tangerine gaze stares back at the sun
reflecting Your majesty where erosion has spun
its webs of beauty
cold veins are rare
the desert's peace treaty
with the hot bright glare
This is written in pure admiration of the vast and mighty beauty that can be seen in the Grand Canyon. I am in awe of our Creator's ability.
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