#believers
Diseased
Sores bloomed on my soul—
a garden of pain,
thorned with worry,
tended by doubt.
Anxieties gnawed the edges of my mind,
each thought a wave
crashing against fragile faith.
Diseased.
I exhaled despair
onto the ulcers
that blistered my skin—
a silent cry only heaven heard.
Then,
His Spirit gathered me
like a wind gathers ashes.
In the hush of His Presence,
I was not condemned—
I was cleansed.
My spirit, once bound,
now shouted:
Victory.
Freedom.
Peace.
The sores on my soul
simmered into silence,
their fire quenched
by mercy.
I emerged—
clean,
pure,
whole.
My mind, once a battlefield,
now rested in light.
My soul, once silenced,
began to hum its healing.
My spirit realigned,
cradled in the rhythm of grace.
La, la, la—
my spirit danced.
Li, li, li—
my soul replied.
And my body—
once weary—
now moved
to the tempo of testimony:
Hallelujah.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
Thus says the Spirit:
Intentionality.
Effort.
Diligence unceasing.
By My Spirit —
You shall strike the mark.
Work out your salvation.
Be ye separated.
The voice of the Spirit thunders:
Purposed intentionality!
Behold —
I have set before you
Life and death.
Choose Life!
That you may live.
I have granted free will;
Yet My Spirit cries:
Turn!
Set your face!
Choose the Way of Life!
Acceptance is the beginning, not the end.
It is the gate, not the prize.
Walk ye through!
Move with purpose!
Run with resolve!
Set your face as flint
Toward the Kingdom!
Work out your salvation
With fear,
With trembling.
The sirens of Heaven sound.
The alarm is raised.
The Spirit warns:
Be diligent, O soul.
Be steadfast, O heart.
For the Day draws near —
Nearer than you know.
Thus says the Spirit.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
Let me shine
As a city set upon the hill—
Unhidden, unwavering,
A beacon carved in twilight.
Let me burn,
Not as a candle
Tucked beneath the bed,
But as a flame that dares the dark
And declares the dawn.
Let me radiate—
The glory of my God,
Unmistakable,
Undeniable.
I must shine,
That the world may see,
And testify of good works born of grace,
Then lift their voice in praise
To the One who lit this fire.
It is mandated—
It is commanded:
By your fruits they will know you.
So let them see Jesus in me,
As He is in God,
His breath within my becoming,
Alive in the current of His heart,
No longer I—
But Christ revealed.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe
Be careful what you believe
Your soul is always free!
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
Tiny as a mustard seed,
Faith bursts forth, uncontainable,
Shaking earth, moving mountains,
Unyielding, unstoppable.
The Unshakable Word, divine,
Spoke life to our deepest design,
A promise kept, a bond sealed,
Forever changing, forever revealed.
In the believer's trembling hand,
This seed of faith takes root, expands,
Unfailing, unbeatable might,
Conquering darkness, shining light.
Unshaken, unwavering, free,
Faith stands, a fortress, in thee,
A force that earthquakes cannot shake,
A love that mountains cannot partake.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
Love letters of a different kind,
I
read you and you read mine
maybe? we haven't
posted for quite a while,
your mind
strikes thunder
my heart mints your words
like
soulmates
even
lovebirds,
for all our fears
there
is
a
reason
winter, spring, summer, or fall
they
are
all
seasons
family blocks,
trees, not treason,
one of us two of an eye.
we are all.,
Free
l❤ve
believers.
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 2:10 PM UTC
Death begins the day the newborn cries
Not its choice, grew up believing
Clinging to futility on death's bed
As if another life brings the dead to life
Affirmed as gods, life stroked, seduced
Painful dissonance yet believing
Chance is king but Will supreme
Striving to the death for one more chance
Failures chastised, pride conceals, boastfully
Offering ashes, gods obliged, believing
Truly only Money matters, Chance *******
Life ransomed too, not today, surely tomorrow
Love or transactional *** legal or not
Life's answer or preachers' lies believing
Perhaps only masturbatory self love is true
Justified indulgence entirely in one's own hands
Meaninglessness, life’s honest and brave end
Else denial and delusion, make believing
This moment till death has despair to work
Alas many flail cowardly, ironic futility grasping
Will strong, flesh betrays, in hypocrisy
Peter wept, shamelessness hardens believing
Death discerns not its own stench
Life's fragrance repulsive and offends
Life imposed freely from the beginning
Conned and chose to pay for believing
A shadow of what will be but tempted to be
And the Accuser justified and God ******
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 11:31 PM UTC
The prophet of Islam when came
He was sent to establish equalize between human kinds
No, no between all creatures
It is a camel came and complained its owner
," he carried it heavy burden
And did not feed it with enough food
It wanted some justice"
The prophet ordered him to feed
It with enough and good food.
He saw a bird
Flew down to his fellows and friends
He asked in his speech,''
Who made a tragedy with brutal?
Who took its children?"
When the men heard that
One of them returned to it.
He had his speech every Friday pray
He stood over the average trunk of old date
It was cut
So it was not grown
And considered it was considered dead
The prophet used to tell its speech
Until he made a new platform to speech on it
When Friday came
The prophet spoke on the new platform
All at mosque heard child crying
All moved their eyes toward the crying
They recognized it was the trunk
The prophet left the speech
And hugged the truck
The truck became quit
The prophet told it
"is not sufficient
To be my companion in the high heaven
The trunk got silent
The prophet looked when he passed with his friends
Between the prisoners
They saw a woman
Getting her breast and feeding every child
Was from the prisoners
Of war
He told them at his talks, "
Would you expect that woman will throw his child
At hell?"
They answered, " No!"
He talked, "thus! God will not throw his creatures
At hell!"
When there was a second war
Between two camps
Muslims and disbelieves
After the war ended
There was argument
One of them was white
The other was not
The white ticked the other one
, " you are the son of the black"
The black one who was closer as well as his white friend
To the prophet
Ran to the prophet
He complained to the prophet
The prophet got angry
The prophet was cute
He was white
His face was handsome
He looked to the white
At his speech and act
He said to the white."
You are a person blockhead"
The white one put his head
Down to the land
He swore he would not lift it up
Until his ***** friend will put his leg on his head
The other refused at first
When the white insisted
The other put its leg
For seconds or less
Then the white got up
He apologized
They got huge
They were crying.
When the prophet and Muslims opened Mecca
He destroyed all statues over Kaaba
He ordered his closely friend to get over Kaaba
He invited the Muslims to pray
He announced with call of pray
Two great masters of un believers passed
One of them said
They were white,'"
We have lived
To see that black
Became important than us
We are the masters of that land
The revelation was downed to the prophet
It said in the verse pf holy Quran in the meaning,"
O people, I created you
People and tribes to know
That I will honor you with God"
The honest of Islam nation
Was not white.
Two fiancée came to marry the daughter of the prophet
She was his heart move over the land
One was not poor and not white
He was also his cousin
He was so believer and honest
He had great science
Other was from rich tribe
His nation was respectable
He married her to the greater believer
He said in his speech and meanings,"
God does not look at your images and colors,
But God looks at what is in your hearts"
He said also in his speech and meanings,"
There is no credit for an Arab over foreigner
Except for piety"
When he moved up to sky
He heard sound of the moving shoes of his ***** friend
At the heavens so clearly
He asked, "
What do you do?
As I heard the sound of your moving shoes
At the heavens
His friend said, "
After I Perform ablution
I pray to my God
Only two prayers"
The prophet said,"
There is no credit for an Arab over foreigner
Except for piety"
Equality, between all men and women
Equality
Is the justice at every way
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
The Fallen
We are the burners of the future in our hands.
Singers for the condemned; the eternal believers at the bitter end.
So prey for salvation or a miracle my friend,
Because hope is needed now, more than ever, I guess.
We are drowning in lies as the fires rise
And your lie after lie leaves our lives on the line.
We are doomed to die alone with no-one at our side.
We accept this as given; so purify.
Your sins are forgiven, but never forgotten;
We are the children of Eden; the tears of God.
We love our lies; we are completely smitten.
We thought we ruled our planet, but now we are lost.
Our generation believed we were somehow different,
But our past has taught us how wrong we are.
We trust in our souls; we are completely committed.
Our fate has been sealed now we’ve gone too far.
You disappeared like the end of a rainbow;
No gold at the end, for the fallen children.
We need to know it all, but what do we really know?
We walked alongside God, but now we are The Fallen.
(C)2012 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Porcupine
True love is not believed in anymore.
I am the last believer.
Love is not believed in anymore,
We are the last believers.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Ashamed when put their mistakes up
Flour needs water to strengthen it's parts
Hardens the belief when it bakes up
Appreciated is pure struggle in the carts
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
They were an ethereal dance
Covered in magic powder, translucent in it's mighty error
Placed mistakenly in heaven, for they belonged to the devil.
They were merely pagans and lived oblivious to the sins they were called upon
Once believers, once followers, now they danced in yellow shadows and echoes of the unknown
AM
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
I dream of greener pastures
and I ain't getting any younger
struggling to find the time
searchin' my pockets for pennies
lottery tickets and sunshine dust
well I never put my eggs in a basket
imagining the fruits of my labour
were full of vitamin c
they always told me education was key
No, I don't rely on a teacher
or confide in someone who doesn't
confide in me
well I hope the demon's love is true
or I'll find myself even more lost
hopelessly used and abused
and I'm just killing time
oh yes, I'm just killing time
starting to think that time is killing me
Dreaming of things 'cus I'm a dreamer
and we ain't getting any younger
you said you'd get married when
you're twenty-five and I said
I'd quite like to get married now
but I can't find the time
searchin' for the minerals to ask you
can't afford the wine or pleasantries
they always told us we need to believe
No, I don't believe any preachers
or confide in someone who doesn't
confide in me
well I hope the demon that loves me is you
or I'll find myself even more lost
hopelessly wasted and confused
and I'm just killing time
oh yes, I'm just killing time
starting to think that time is killing me
I dream of strength and closure
and I ain't getting any younger
once I was three weeks sober
searchin' for reasons to quit
starting to think that I never needed it
well I never had any eggs in my basket
but I always had a *** to **** in
and a window to throw it out of
they always told me that what goes up
No, I don't get my hopes up
or confide in someone who doesn't
confide in me
well I lie because I hope my dreams come true
or I'll find myself even more lost
hopelessly sinking without you
and I'm just killing time
oh yes, I'm just killing time
starting to think that time is killing me
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
There are some people out there that have wanted to **** themselves for some time now.
And there are some who have bled blood from their bodies to drown out the tears.
There are some people out there who were once the brave ones.
The cool kids.
The strong warriors.
These people, they were once dreamers.
Who are now haunted by nightmares.
These people, they were once believers.
Who are now wearing the handprint of life bitchslapping them in the face.
These people, they were once fearless.
And now fear is the only thing they want less of.
But these people, they haven’t given up yet.
These people fight every day to better themselves.
They fight to be strong once again.
These people haven’t ended it all, even though they feel like the world is pushing them to.
They haven’t given up.
They haven’ killed themselves.
But that’s not something you can brag about at fancy parties.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
WHY THOSE ALMIGHTY GODS
OF WHATYEVER CONFESSION
WOULD NEED THE HELP
OF WEAK HUMANS
FOR THEIR SURVIVAL
IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE
UNLESS THEY ARE
IN REALITY
THE CREATIONS OF THOSE
WHO **** TO SAVE THEM(SELVES)
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
Where have you been?
Where are you going?
We suffer day in and day out,
Without understanding or knowing.
Explain to me where you've been,
You'll say, what you've done,
And how proud you are,
And it is, but doesn't seem to be so bizzare.
We are so shallow with each other,
We know nothing about our friends,
We share our deepest problems,
Hoping that maybe they can solve them.
But they don't know our past,
They don't really know who we are,
So how are they to help us?
And why do we, in them, put all our trust?
We are confusing beings,
Creatures of our own
Problem creating, attention seekers,
Without reason, we're emotional believers.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
severally i died before,
born at the cracking grounds,
where food is smoke in absence of fire,
rain is like the donkey's horns,
and clothes like the pig's skin,
i was hardened!
my innocence got lost at one,
i knew problems from the scorching crust,
i fought with ants who chose to feest on me ,
my peace was interrupted daily,
it made me hard ,
for that i will not die soon.
i cracked through stones,
right i feel alright,i sit on a soft chair,
before a flat screen television,
trying to figure out the far i came,
the steep mountains i climbed,
it all ends in a smile. it has not been easy at all.
as i chew the soft marrow,
sweet and mouthwatering,
i find it funny,
to recal how i crashed the bones,
to survive i tried,
now i will live longer,to enjoy the fruits of my perseverance.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
I'm a magician,
Everywhere, every day I do magic, the magic that no one sees,
It is quite silent-the kind you can't hear, the forest for the trees.
Changing, rearranging the whole world "as good as new,"
Flash of fire lightning and rain and a sea was parted too!
Frightened figures hold each other, the earth it shakes,
The vaguest of lost lovers, the energy each marriage takes.
I'm a person on a mission, I'm a magician, pulling rabbits
Out of hats, telling people run for cover from the "vampire"
Bats. I'm a stranger on a mission as a faith magician what
Could it be? I'm here to preach to you about a God
You can not see! So now that I've told you all that
He's real he is all that you will ever know or feel.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Drop the mallet
Fool the believer
Smash the car into the junction
It's a beautiful motorcrash!!
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
My old left
Yes, mine life is new
I am leading it my version
I worry why you mind my fashion
I'm not a Night runner
So why question my manner?
It may,yes frivolous
But I see it fabulous
Me to construct
Humble and instruct
A proud,and authoritative sight
I care not a slight
Not to say fright !
Because I am new
And my old left a day I forgot !
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC