The nightmare from hell
A murder at heart
The shadow that fell...
The ash against the snow
The black sheep of the family tree
What Labels do I not know?...
The fault line in the ground
The corner of the darkest hall
Where no life is found...
Time has passed and your Labels mean nothing to me now!!!
For where sin abounds... Grace all the more abounds!!!
Temple of the Holy Ghost
A branch of the True vine!
Holy and Blameless before God and the Heavenly Host...
Seated in the heavenly places with Christ
Partaker of His promise, through the bloody price...
From my death grappling grave of sin
Was once dark but now filled with light
One of the many unworthy who were chosen
It's been so recently those Labels have been eating me alive...
But Lord you always remind me who I am in Christ!
The Labels make me crumble up... have I failed to be a guide?
Your word and church, they bring me strength to survive!...
Shut Up Labels! For I have Been Revived!
Kurt Cobain anger,
low grunge in earbuds
make it easier to ignore the mass of loud kids in the halls,
Hope they stay away.
For me? Socializing will drain you.
Big winged eyes but,
her voice was bigger.
Showed me how to close doors,
and what hides behind them.
For love is a losing game,
yet we end up addicted anyways.
60s pop and rock,
Oh! Darlin’ they are good!
Taught me to think for myself
and let some things be.
Cage The Elephant.
Showed me the world is
cold, cold, cold.
Cause there ain’t no rest for the wicked!
I’ll always find
trouble on my left
and to my right.
Earl St. Clair
I might not have what I want,
but I got what I need.
And some don’t have a three story home
to feel alone in.
You just gotta deal with the pain,
before it deals with you.
for we were raised to believe in fairy tales
and that a prince begins our happily ever after.
like water over cliffs, as though love will save us
and gravity is no part of the equation.
I certainly did for a boy,
as did another girl who already claimed him,
and as will other girls hereafter.
You never made me feel
as special as others make me feel now.
You never treated me that well
as much as others do now.
I know you told me you
never loved me truly
But my friends do..
they are more than what I ever hoped.
Its all about people, its how they are raised to be..
that's the difference between you, me and others.
The way you treated me doesn't let me
believe that I could be treated well.
But yes, they are treating me well.
How I wish I could make them feel
as special as they make me feel too.
How I wish I could forget everything
and start with a new slate!
How I wish..but wishes are not for me anymore!
We struggle with what our parents taught us
That it was wrong to love the same gender
That we need to stay away from the colored folk
That thin people were beautiful and thick was unhealthy
and to stay away from the weird ones.
Even that if you have sex before you're married, you're a whore
and if they aren't Jesus lovers then they were raised poorly.
They taught us money and looks over love
and that an animal is just an animal.
They taught you wrong.
Love is love no matter the gender
A person is a person no matter the color
No matter the weight
No matter the appearance
No matter the personality
No matter the sexual activity
No matter the religion
and an animal is not just an animal.. It's a life.
Your parents taught you wrong
So I will teach you right.
It’s important to remember that Death,
has been conquered by Christ’s victory;
though our mortal flesh is perishable,
our spirits will rise and we will see
Him in His exalted radiance, as The Son.
Like Him, we too will be raised in glory;
we will be completely reconciled unto God,
with Christ having no sense of animosity
towards us, regarding His experiences
as our propitiation on Calvary’s Cross.
After all, He submitted to The Father’s
plan, for redeeming the World’s lost.
Out of dust, the first Adam was raised;
from Heaven, came last Adam: The Christ;
the first brought upon us sin and Death,
while the latter… bestowed eternal Life.
1 Cor 15:42-54
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
I hate the way
my voice sounds,
it comes off loud and
sometimes I give an attitude
when I honestly do not mean to.
But no one believes me.
I was raised in loudness.
Constant yelling, screaming , shouting , and rudeness.
I am coated with hatred.
Nothing calm, sweet and nice to be found, not even in the corners of my home.
I'm truly kind and caring,
only somewhat broken,
Taught through criticism
Thoughts were fuelled with cynicism
Feeling love was conditioned
According to our submission
We were imprisoned
In our minds where we envisioned
Better lives it became a mission
Tears, sweat and blood were always a given
But we've risen
Above these constrictions
Freed from our prisons
To make acquisitions
To make decisions
Based on valid reason
We were raised to be different
A generation of deliverance
be of great significance
When the little individual ego is gradually erased
the small self to the True Self is eventually raised.
With the enlightenment of a person's false nature
ignorance is removed to reveal their real stature.
all and about
But who, that gullible?
Come forth ye,
and lend me your ears!
I tell of a superstitious being!
Born and raised she was,
with the superstitious act,
was it external?
She told once her superstitions,
one out of numerous times,
what doubt I was in!
The superstition dumbfound itself,
hearken her superstitions!
The pride she carries within them!