#heed
Unsettling silence protrudes me whole,
Silence with god,
Silence within my soul,
Silence of remarkable control,
Silence bound to eat me whole,
Skillful silence has me sinful,
Plundering what in me was willful,
What to make of who I am?,
What to make of my greed?,
To have god's heed.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
I bleed to produce seed
for my flower bed of creed
yet the flowers I need
didn’t grow, instead unwanted weeds
flourish as it dirtied my deeds
upon deeds of neglect, I heed.
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 3:52 AM UTC
All sacred scriptures were divinely revealed and given by God to man
as a record of our relationship to help remember Him as best we can.
They also can be used as a reference for advice in our times of need
as they contain eternal truths for all concerned to abide by and heed.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.
Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.
Does a madman choose his words? They come to him,
the moon’s illuminations, intimations of the wind,
and he must speak.
But listen to me now, and if you hear
the tolling of the judgment bell, and if its tone is clear,
then do not tarry,
but listen, or cut off your ears, for I Am weary.
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Published by Penny Dreadful, The HyperTexts, the Anthologise Committee and Nonsuch High School for Girls (Surrey, England)
Also published by Michael R. Burch writing as Immanuel A. Michael and Kim Cherub
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Note: The poet as a “madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness” is likened to John the Baptist, foretelling a momentous “second coming”: his own, with no other Messiah in sight.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
What shall be of me and you on the judgment day
A day when this greener land of ours will turn to gray
The rich; the wealthy will know how poor they are
The kings and gods will realize how small they are
The popular; famous will become unknown
Some will cry and the comedian will be unable to make his joke
On that day, everyone will know how special he is
Man will regret and blame himself for the way he live
Scientist; philosopher, scholar and professor will know how ignorant they are
Terrorists, hooligans, gangsters and drug dealers will know the reality
They will realize that life is nothing but vanity
Their missiles and guns and bombs will be unable to help them
The escort, bodyguards, bouncers will be unable to protect themselves
Their weight will loose; their muscles will cuddle and turn flat
And after that
Man’s temperature will read indirectly
His stimuli will dis-stimulate negatively
He will shiver under 12pm sun
Father will see but not recognize his son
The moon will burn and the sun will freeze him
His leg will be unable to hold him
*
A man who live his life and forget his origin
He malign and mistreat the filthy
And he believe he will repent when he reaches fifty
He’s gonna pray and seek for forgiveness at older age
But death took him away at earlier stage
He womanise and he cheated; he wine and dine
So, his grave will welcome him as the most despise
A believer on the other hand whom his heart is purest
His grave will welcome him as the most beloveth
He would be exempt from any form of suffering
And he will pass without exam on the day of judgement
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Children of these days
They're in big dismay
Their attitude, degrade
Their lifestyle is fake
Their value in my eye seems depreciate
They're such a big disgrace
*
Children of these days
Can't walk without dancing
Just a slight rhythm; and they'll start bouncing
Devilish music; devilish words gat more liking
*
Children of these days
Their behaviour makes me sad
They would even say 'Hi' to their dad
That's really bad
An act of being Retard
*
Children of these days
They're so decietful
They won't even greet you
*
Children of these days
are so mono
They're less gospel and more solo
Surfing the internet; looking for free *****
Man; this logo you have is real loco
*
Children of these days
Their ways are odds
And they spit missiles of words
They don't want to stain their boot with dirt
But they forgot they're firstly designed from mud
*
Children of these days have big mouth
They are too proud
They're much of meriment; they're too loud
*
Children of these days
Should watch out for hollow
They'll say "we are the leaders of tommorrow"
But they do not know
The path to success is narrow
*
Children of these; I pity
For they think they're pretty
But their style of life is filthy
*
Children of these days
They post pancaked face on facebook
And ask "How do my face look?"
Ma'am; "you're just a lame snook"
About to get trap in a fish-hook
*
Children of these days
Don't know their culture
Shoulder 's on; like vulture
That latitude that you walk-on; is not yours
these attitude of yours that you does nurture
Will torture and dis-configure your fine posture
*
Children of these days
Please take heed
Life is more than that; which you see
So, children of these days; please repent
Before you have a child; you know attitude do reflect
I am never gonna relent
So that my children; that day; won't be bent
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Syllables collect like vacant shells
on a shore of nonconformity.
Willing the thoughts now washing up
to be converged vividly.
We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
washed away...
Or will our reflections be that
which we swim within,
be that which we heed in word..
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
take heed in your place throughout life. we are snowflakes in an avalanche. and perhaps we should care, if a star disappears. what if that star was our last.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
A tricky
pet irony
of her
most influential
'twas there
Saybrook that
ruined her
of Russian
intel who
trod with
"a Jack
Russell" and
met with
final entourage
in skull
and crossbones
just yesterday.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
*Waiting to hear from you
Handling me delicately
With your words from heart
Filled with love for me
Responding with a hello
Is better than a silence
Showing a bundle of hatred
And when I get a call
I hear you talking with
No heed to converse
Getting irritated with
The sweet voice which
You loved much before
Controlling my tears
Not to fall for the one
Who doesn't care
To love me anymore*
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
Heed the liars.
Beware of secrets.
Heed the false ones.
Beware of illusions.
How can I discern what's right?
Should I run from the dark or surrender?
Perhaps there's hidden magic within?
Confrontation is necessary.
Yet, I'm scared of being burnt by the light.
I don't want to expose the scars.
I weigh the options for eons.
I'm at war with myself.
Struggling to find truth.
Drowning in a black and white sea.
Only I can save myself.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
I can see her smile
But no longer feel it
I can feel her touch
But no longer sense it
I can hear her whispers
But no longer heed her voice
I can feel her cold skin
But no longer feel her warm skin
I can feel her heart
But no longer sense her soul
I can hear her heartbeats
But no longer read her pulses
I can taste the bitterness
But no longer sip the sweetness
I can believe that she’s gone
But no longer conceive that she’s dead
I can no longer see the light
Because it got dimmed the day she died
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Did you have to text and drive?
We would prefer you, to be alive
Texting whilst driving is NOT allowed
TOO LATE, you got the message now
Turn the cell phone off and stay alive
Just one short text, you may not arrive
Should concentrate more as you drive
Up the back of a truck you'll not survive
Too many accidents and too many wrecks
Take your eye off the road to send a text
Ambulance comes to an almighty mess
Can sometimes result in multiple deaths
Don't text and drive, it is bad for your health
May **** innocent people too beside yourself
End up lying in a morgue on a shelf
For Christ's sake, wake up to yourself
Perhaps you love her, perhaps you hate her
Don't text her now you fool, tell her later
You can not make love or even date her
From rear of a sixteen wheeled freighter
Too many accidents and too many deaths
Phone in his hand, ready to send that text
Took his eyes from the road, one single blunder
Will send no more texts now, he's six foot under
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
I carefully heed each and every word
as if it will be your last
you make promises to my soul
but I worry they are made of glass
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC