A scene of Ridicule, Betrayal, Humiliation, Pain, and Sorrow
He was whipped
His flesh was cut into
His body was torn
His blood painted the earth
He carried the cross up to the mountain of Calvary
He was Full of anguish
Blood and sweat in his brow
He was thrown onto two pieces of wood
Dust and splinters entered into his lesions and wounds
Into his scourged back
They tied him up
The Soldiers prepared their hammers
They readied their nails into place
Their eyes were steadied to crucify
And all at once - the first spike entered into his palm
he felt the piece of metal as it crushed the nerves in his wrist
The second came too soon
He felt an excruciating pain throbbing through his arms
A burning ache instantly bursted its way to his head
The third.
His weak and feeble legs were crossed
And the last nail was born into his flesh
Tendons snapped
Muscles tore
At last he called out to God
"My God, My God why have you forsaken me?"
As every bone in his body was being torn apart
He slowly melted
Two pumps and whoosh.. his heart gave its last beats and exploded
The weight of our transgressions were burdensome upon him
And so his spirit left him
And blood and water poured out of his side
They laid him in his grave
One gloom day passed
mourning took place in his followers hearts
While the earth wept
A grand shaking began in the ground
The veil was torn
The stone was rolled away
And behold our savior arose
Resurrection power radiating off of him
And our sins were atoned
The ultimate price was paid
He gave his life to forever hand us eternity
With his death he erased all of our sins
He cleared our mistakes
He made right all of our wrongs
He poured unto us his holy salvation
And God transformed one of the darkest hours in history into
A moment of eternal redemption
This was love.
Love was never an emotion, but an action
A sacrifice
A dying to yourself
Putting everyone's life before your own
Taking off your crown and getting up from a throne
Love was Jesus hanging from a tree, for you and for me
He gave it all
He forever defeated sin
And most importantly He overcame

Parading through Jerus'lem's holy way
Two criminals and one redeemer king
Struggled through the horde, indignant fray
To hill of Skulls, their judgment for to bring.
The sand burned coarse as fire on bloodied skin,
As holy muscles strained to lift the tree,
But ev'n more weight added from our sin,
Upon the shoulders of the precious He. But as they reached pained blessed Calvary's peak,
And air eluded His life-giving lungs,
He lost his life with one great final shriek,
And perm'nent placed his name on watcher's tongues.
He drank the cup of wrath, and tore the veil,
So forever we'd delight in Good Friday's tale.

Alright, people.
Here's the thing:
For the longest time
The trending tags
Have been
'Death'
'Depression'
'Pain'
And 'Heartbreak'
This easter,
Let's change that.
Let's make them
'Truelove'
'Christ lives'
And 'Resurrection.'
Because yeah, our hearts are dead,
But he will resurrect them.

They point exaggerated barrels at my temple,
But they can't go through it,
The act alone is miserable,
The bittersweet police ensues,

My swan song's consist of an encore,
I don't want to be depressed,
Another cliche statistic bliss in the obsolete of death,
Or a string of narcissism,
Fitted within' a poetical prism,
A postcard of ill remembrance,
Soaked in vats of venom,

The bittersweet police chase me,
Bitter is my imagery;
and there's a sweet spot in my apathy

I tried to write your resurrection
with a string of adverbs.
Tried to call breathe
back into your empty lungs with my words.

Some nights I will whisper
your name over and over again
as though the very act of repetition
will call you back.

I have learnt now,
that the walls of your casket
are just too strong to pierce
with similes and poetry.

Last night I cleared the desk.
Laid down the pen,
closed the thesaurus
and shelved the dictionary.

I said goodbye last night.
I shut off the light,
closed the door,
and walked away.

at the end of a relentless enquiry
she was found sleeping in a cemetery;
as love prompted,from the dna of memories,
he resurrected the lost love in his poetry.

Oh honey you seem to have mistaken me for a toy
I refuse to fall for your thinly veiled ploy
I'm no puppet, I'm no one's pride and joy
much like Iggy Pop, I'm the one the world's forgotten boy, I think is what he said
What you did too me miss succubus still needles at my head
You used me to get back on your feet, then ripped my heart out to leave as food for the buzzards,
stone cold and dead.

Are you surprised I'm alive?
I'm surprised somewhat as well
considering you put me through what any one would consider the average everymans burning hell
But now, after going through that pain I finally found some measure
a saving grace some may say, I happened upon a much greater treasure.

because all though I am the world's forgotten boy,

I can still search out those that hurt me, then proceed to mercilessly destroy

I never want to
take off
these pajamas.
They're the ones
I was resurrected in.

I need you to take
the fragments that broke
and stick them back
in swiftly stroke.

I kept trying, I did, but
couldn't do it myself you see;
oh please won't you rip off
this bandage for me?

I want to be able to feel
all that's past but isn't gone
but with my heart in pieces
I just can't know what's wrong.

There's no pressure really
just please make it clean
and don't puncture any of
my major arteries.

I'm strong enough?
No, you don't understand
I knew what I could take, but-
this isn't what I'd planned.

This broke me but it didn't hurt;
now I'm just practically dead.
I need someone else to fix me
so I can remember how I hit my head.