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Example Jun 12
To the one up above
whomever it is,
I'm coming to U with a big favor to ask for forgiveness for my life's misbehavior,
to make it clear and to ask for forgiveness for my sins,
with all honesty and certainty,
To be given the chance in a next life
To make it right,
since in this lifetime i must have turned left instead of right,
went down a path everyone would dread,
it started of fun at first
but as i got further
my world started to burst,
along with those around me like a very bad curse,
turning upside down & and all around,
like a funhouse with all the bad "CLOWNS",
all the choices "I" have made,
i take full responsibility for these mistakes i Carrie everyday,  
realizing and came to my senses,
with a conclusion in which it stands,
how i became the example of the one's life of regrets and consequences from living as i am,
I turned down the wrong path and it hit me hard,
my existence became real i became lifes example of how easy it is to end up here,
how turning left instead of right,
can be the worst decision of your life
so here I stand i became who i am,
the example of how life will be if you live as I am,
to show the consequences of what youll become,
but once again doesn't excuse me for what I've done wrong,
that's why I'm asking for forgiveness for the bad choices that I've lived,
To be reincarnated so my next life can begin,
J Christmas Feb 22
Never let anyone tell you
How ****** up a person is
Pointing at Her or Him
At them or here with
Disdain dressed
To look like despair
God damns the
Sanctimony of fools
Black robes
Far worse for the wear
Let em point at me
I have not a care
Because just like them
I am Jack the Ripper.    I am St. Paul
I sifted salt with Ghandi
And I slit throats with King Saul
I am the ****** Mary
I hear the knocking
on my door  
It may just be the neighbor
A fiend looking to fix me
Or to score.   Either way
We’ve all been here
Countless times maybe more
Its eternity that's calling  
Remember living forever?
Before you were ever born?
I've offered every solace
I've mended every fall  
I’ve turned the other cheek
And the pious broke my jaw
My work here is near done
And trust me I had a ball    
So shed not a tear
Nor curse me to befall      
For soon you will be me
And I will be you all.
Copyright 2019 John D Christmas
i was born in the wrong time
the wrong day and age
i don't give a **** about making slime
i'm more interested in turning the page

today's music doesn't interest me
the 60s' and 70s' sets me free
but i prefer the jazz of the roaring 20s
i want to party like Nick, Jordan, and Gatsby

i don't like air pods
i prefer my records on vinyl
this life wasn't my decision it was God's
but now his decision is final
Mackenzie Nov 2018
I loved him so
He told me to be his Bonnie
And our love would never die

I'd help you **** an innocent human
We'll cover it up
I'll help you lie

Blood is on your hands and
In front of you a tomb
Here lies the dead
Her death was by you

Around my grave
So many flowers grew
Red roses with thorns
Don't touch or
You'll have blood on your hands too
Thank u
Syn May 2016
As an immortal, people say you have to live eternally, to watch all your friends die. Forever. Every one of them.
But I think one thing they hadn't thought of is that...you find them again. In new people. In new lives. In new bodies. They, just as energy, do not truly die. They are recycled and find new faces in which they live behind.
And you would be surprised how the faces they always find, tend to be so similar to the face you first came to know. Even when they are no longer a male, of African descent, and are now your best female Chinese friend...you'll find you'll always be looking into their new eyes, and always seeing the eyes of the friend whom you met so many generations ago.
And they will know you in their soul even when their previous bodies have departed, and with it, took their memories. The memories that you hold dear to you. Because these are your friends. And they are your life. And you love every one of them.
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Alone in your world of solitude, you do not wait for anyone to care
your mind and thoughts are satisfying, and with you do they share
wisdom and knowledge they are your light, what was once far is now brought near
seeking answers for all of your questions, to them guided by your inner ear

Meditating and illuminating, this world is but a testing ground for your soul
you've been reincarnated, given another chance, this world is really your parole
keep in mind with your time here, many above are watching what you do
your life ceasing and again being brought, to a place which no one has a clue

While judging your life, to the hairsbreadth of truth, your actions they will surely measure
for sins committed will you be punished, but for your good awaits you unforeseen pleasure
what is it all for, you question, the wisdom of this world is it really part of life's goal
you don't know, but heaven wishes it so, maximizing the rewards to be earned by your soul

While reading my words and contemplating their meaning, maybe asking how do I know
what audacity I must have to write all this, thinking I just made up words for this to flow
then know, if you follow the truth your soul will not lie, truth is only whispered to the discerning ear
failing to achieve reward for your soul while still here, something really deserving of your fear

After all has been said, do not regret, it pays to reevaluate your direction and take note
if you think that after this life you'll be pushing up daisies, why bother trying to stay afloat
with plan and purpose have we all been put here, expectations for us to try and achieve
desire for us to pass this test, to overcome our challenges and just start to believe
Sometimes when I write, I find nothing of greater benefit when trying to organize my thoughts and ideas than silence. My world of solitude is not only the place from where I do most of my writing. It is the place of my Faith. A place where no one is allowed to enter. My inner sanctuary which must remain exclusively mine. I believe that most spiritual people in touch with their "real selves" would be able to relate to this poem. From my Solitude and with my Faith, I now share it with you.

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