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Gracie Knoll Apr 2016
On a dark and frightening eve
When the clouds rolled in and the moon went black
Lay the body of an inocent man

Not a trace of fear could be seen on his blood stained face
Not a drop of his pure blood had been spilled without worth

Every sin and all wrongs were no longer our death sentence
As he had paid for our ransom with the holes in his hands and his feet

Wrapped in the clothes of the dead
Sealed in a tomb of stone
Rejoicing were the Angels in heaven
As the Son made His way home

But not for Long would he stay
For there on the third day
In the tomb of the dead
There lay no body at all

Our guilt and our shame were laid on the body of an inocent man
A man without guilt and without shame, a man who overcame death
georje naïf Apr 2016
I Lied and still lying
I Stole something, more important than a thing
I Killed someone but only in my mind
And in HIS eyes it is already ******
I am a sinner, yesterday and today
Yet, I'm still having an Unconditional Love of yours
littlebrush Mar 2016
You peel open my chest–
how beautiful, Lord–
You turn this rotten apple,
to color.
SassyJ Jan 2016
The moonlight sways and swine
It whispers on the illumination of the stars
A mirage of the skies evens the pace

The stroll in the silence of the woods
A haste, the heat, a taste of the kiss
Amiss in the mist of the dense pastures

The evoke of passion, a poison
What a mission? Dissolution
A destitute encaged in iron bars

Redeemed to breath again
Expounded in light, bounded insight
A knight of a night....What a might?
A story line for short story I am writing. A girl is looking for a compatible lover and she tries blind dating. She connects with the guy and they head to the silenced woods for a walk... Is she still encaged or does she want the taste of the poisoned passion?
Tanner C Feb 2015
I promised myself I wouldn't love again. The pain of a broken heart, unbearable. Yet we pick ourselves up and tell ourselves "Everything is gonna be alright. I won't make the same mistakes again..."

But what does our emotions do to us when we meet someone? Someone we can talk to and share thoughts and opinions with? Who we get to know on a deep and more personal level? To somehow make a connection with another living soul? We then feel compassion for that person. We care about them. We feel the desirable need to let them know that someone out in the wide world understands them. But when it's someone who has been hurt. Broken. Practically shattered. You feel that much closer to them. Because who better to understand a shattered heart than another? But then when things begin to feel serious, for one or the other, things go wrong. Doubt pokes it's ugly face around the corner and causes a total cluster ****.

I have been judged, bullied, beaten, threatened, cheated, and lied to. Yet I still stand. Pieces left behind by those who thought, "There has got to be someone better..." But what if you don't find better? What if what you had was perfect? What if? The sad thing about this? I still carry a little piece of you everywhere I go. These blessed and cursed memories. The little pieces left behind...
This is no poem but personal experiences I've had with relationships over the years. Just a lot bottled up I needed to get out there. Sorry...
I toiled then in Babylon
with a suit and black tie on
I forgot who it was that I called on
JAH the one true lord of love
Sits on HIS throne high up above
HE sent to me a holy dove
in its talons
Kush

I had not smoked since that night
The sight of it gave me a fright
but from the sky, a holy light!
A fatherly voice came down from a cloud
"Son this kush is hella loud
Smoke it well, and make me proud!"
so I packed a bowl
and smoked

The power of kush, it lifted me
This powerful plant HE gifted me
It mended that old rift in me
and I once again, was reggae.
The story of my return to the right path. HIS light inspired me to fight the good fight against bald heads everywhere, and I fight to this day.
IsReaL E Summers Nov 2014
"MONSTER"
THEY screamed
Imposter
IT seems
Hypocrite
Imposed to the prose
Of Spirit
Perception remodeled
Former regime is toppled
Peaceful surrender of madness
To and fro
The weight of the world
"Let go"
He whispers gently
From black to red to white
Give up the fight
Victorious me
MaYJa Sep 2014
this battle was won before the benining
or lemme say before Genesis,
yeah; I prolly sound crazy
to be saying this.
But See, before Jesus came
God already saw beyond Revelation,
everything was pre-destined to be perfect
even after mans own manipulation.

So all this you see today
and discribe as a radical revolution
was foreseen before time by God as a Chosen genaration,
way back before Adam called himself man
God already saw the possibility of his fall,
dont take me wrong though,
God never intended for man to fall.
He created Him with free will,
gave him the ability to choose between cold or hot,
so we cant blame God for our stone cold hearts,
or for times we literally decide to obey him not;
we were designed to be victors,
not victims that will never live in HIS glory,
we were created to be saints,
even though we pay alot of attention to sin when it comes to our personal life story.

Wait, wait, wait,

dont you find it ironic, that in genesis 1:28,
right after creating man God doesnt tell them to worship him?
Instead be fruitfull, multiply and subdue; conquer
to mention a few; Is what he tells them; cant you see we were meant to be like him.
thats why even Christ on earth as man
Would still exercise all the power and authority man was given,
He didnt need a glorious face like Moses to be noticed,
Or a fancy crown of a king for our sins to be forgiven,
all HE needed was preaching and practising the Fathers life
in each and every step he took; thats why He conquered
The same world He created He died for, and His love for us
kept him on that cross nailed and brutally totured.
Same way the walls of Jericho came down when Joshua and the troops shouted
So did Christ reclaim the world back to us when He shouted 'it is Finished',
the story doesnt end there though, like in the times of Noah He had to go and
prepare more than an ark for us; from the sound of that am relieved.

See, this is the reason I smile everyday
When I look at the picture of the king Jesus,
Seated on the right hand of the Father
for I understand why he was broken to pieces,
I refuse to live a life any less than what I was created to be
due to personal ignorance
Instead I make sure I maximize each and everyday
Leaving no room for negative activities tolarance,
I watch my talking, walking and what I put into my mind to a point were
Psychology certifies am suffering from an uncommon madness,
Thats funny though, I dont understand the reason
They judge me based on there on weakness,
Fear! One of the feelings I never experience
I look striaght into the eye of a storm and say,
'do your worst; I dare you,
I will never raise my fist up
because my God is there too!'
I am more than David with a sling shot,
even more than Solomon, David, Joshua and Goliath combined dude,
I have Christ in me, yes the resurected Messiah dwells within my soul,
So I fought this battle too, and it was over before it even started,
**I just had to remind you!
Deep from the heart to my readers. This is me

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