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K J Samuel Sep 2024
A Young man once wrote of his desired obscurity,
His mind a fractured, azure domain marred by anguish and pain, 
His very essence unaware of the guardianship he were under,
The wild chaos ripping it asunder now abated,

His form was one of divine origin,
His heavenly father, the root of all mankind and his kin,
Whispered truths in the light,
Now delivering with speed and fright,
He stood firm, cleansed and healed anew,

The messengers now descend into the world,
What was once found in chaos now brought to order,
The path laid out before him, no longer a murky hew,
A new path and new journey, a joyous breakthrough, 

Verily I say unto thee, 
What is to be locked, bounded and concealed,
For the divine reality is revealed, reality awash, reality anew,
Thought now boundless, In majesty we flock,

The demons who once pranced,
Whom embers ignited,
The chaotic romp in the darkness,
Will no longer have power to outlast us,

The messengers flickering, shimmering gleam,
The welcoming light, a repaired seam,
Through the lights' bliss, sin no longer renewed, 
Madness falling, as his power is shewn,
His love is known,

In my cleansed form, from the shaper of all things,
Seen and unseen, the weaver of the thread and seam,
I burn away my impurities, the purgatory voluntarily,
The once sickened blackness now under the light,
Willingly embraces what is right,
Hosanna in the highest,
For blessed is thee, the almightiest.
Written By K J Samuel

We are all on journey's. I hope mine is one of the crooked, narrow path. I hope my path is not like trying to get a camel through a needle. Through faith all things are possible.
Yottalomaniac Sep 2024
Here I was told to rest
though with quill in hand I wrest
I fight setting paper alight
with heaven dark and hell bright

Hell is mine and His is heaven
Of that there was no question
Though neither were mine:
It was just
this war of mine…

So I lost sight
of day and night
and spent my life in fright.
I find it curious that writing this one poem complaining about religion has given me more peace than prayer ever has.
Yottalomaniac Sep 2024
It burns it hurts It hits
My head of bitterness My mind of ressentiment
I want to destroy break and ******
Rip those apart Who stand
Stand for my hurt My wounds
Let them Die Let them burn
May they suffer Like Pigs and Monkeys
Swallowed by the Earth
Not like they did anything wrong But they choose to live
Why must they Live Why must They be
Be and hurt me
What did They do to me I suffer Suffer and burn
I wish to burn I wish them to Burn
Burn like Monkeys and Dogs End
Sometimes it happens that one man's life cannot but endanger another's. Who is to live? Written in response to an imam's preaching.
Coliwe Sep 2024
Ecclesiastes one  

These thoughts, these feelings I thought I was the only one  

  

I remember when there was a time when I could breathe out carbon dioxide and breathe in oxygen  

I remember a time when the world shone so brightly but that was way back then  

I remember when the world felt alive  

Full of  possibilities, wonder, and a reason to live  

  

Ecclesiastes one  

It's neigh, it neigh, your time shall come  

  

Be patient and get through it for what reason; I guess it's meaningless too  

I've searched, and I found that the only reason to do this is for you  

But why me, Find someone else; I don't have the strength to pull through  

People always go without reason or cause; why can't I be one of them too?  

  

Ecclesiastes one  

Hurry up, hurry up, speed it up so that it can all be said and done  

Regal
Read the scripture to get a clear understanding of the poem.
Santiago A Sep 2024
When we were born,
we were afraid of the unknown.
The monsters, ghosts, and creatures.

We grew up.

As children we imagined
and believed in the fantastical,
The pixies, wizards, and dragons.

We grew up.

As teenagers we found connection
and believed in the supernatural
The demons, devils, and angels

I grew up.

And you continue believing in
demons, devils, and angels.
ex-christian now atheist. Sad my religious ex left because I don't believe in what she believes.
Not looking to debate, just writing my thoughts.
E Sep 2024
Do you know what I hate most about life?

I hate that it pushes you around
I hate that no matter how much control you think you have, you don't
I hate it's uncertainty
I hate it's prideful nature
I hate that it's a bully
I hate that it's a society
I hate the expectations
I hate it's constant change
I hate the loneliness
I hate the void
I hate the desire
I hate the constant chase
I hate the lack of absolute peace
I hate the culture
I hate the religion
I hate the division
I hate the choices
I hate the people
Oh God, I hate the people
I hate the routine
I hate the essence of it

But do you know what I hate the most about it?
What I hate about life?
That it does not end soon enough.

When my mind started to cloud, I began thinking out loud.
josef Sep 2024
People say:
God's evil, or that He doesn't care,
but im contrary to them,
for everytime I pray, or when I cry, or when I call out to him,

He is there.
In the room.
Offering comfort in my soul and assuring me that everything's
going to be alright

He's the voice in the wilderness that says
'come this way to be sheltered from the storm'
I go gladly and I shelter myself
from my worries
Dylan Sep 2024
Place one hand on my shoulder
and guide my head under
You welcomed me to the world
so let me drown at your fault
Smile at me faintly as the waves
ripple over my eyes and fill my lungs
Like a babe being baptised
you hold the back of my skull
Now, not to keep me from drowning
but to show me your gentle touch
As my body erupts in panic, I flail
I feel your love
And for the slights you caused
I feel your sorrow
But I am too far gone, no longer
needing your hands to keep me afloat
Or to hold me under
2020 was a dark place, lately I feel myself returning to that place (to that mentality, and I feel her at the centre of my issues)
Dylan Sep 2024
Crosses still hang
as remnants of the past
Reminders of old traditions.
Only few years have gone,
but /decades/ Says her heart.

The life they gave grows older,
No longer sewn to the Mother.
The hope and faith in their eyes
dimmed in her years past,
So while the crosses still hang
It seems they’ve lost all meaning
For the Mother and their beliefs
died with her youth.
Valentine Aug 2024
Could've sworn I saw a light
Buzzing through the pines
On the hillside
Gazing down at me
Like a singular eye of god
Peeking through reality
Wondering what's become
Of it's creation

Opening myself up
That same light protruding
Nearly went blind
And felt strangely vacant
Like that divine intervention
I prayed for by candlelight
Finally extended its hand
But retreated last second

Saw that shine again
This time in the eyes
Of a deer by the lake
Couldn't stand the scrutiny
Quietly shuffled my fingers
To the trigger of my gun
Aimed best I could
Tarnishing the light for good
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