#humiliation
I knew I would lose you
even before you got close.
I started missing you
when I saw you the first time.
When my mind was wishing I could be a part of your **** life,
I simoultaneously grieved the loss for the future
I knew we were never going to share.
...
Take a breath, you know he does not care.
Shift your priorities, he is not thinking of you.
Lose the pain, he does not feel that way.
Chin up, you were never the problem.
Except...those 15 minutes your bodies were entangled
and he wouldn't let you go,
your eyes and character got complimented and it felt...
like something real.
It looks like a nice finale, one of those movies where the happy ending is not granted, but things seem to end the right way (it makes you shade a tear).
Now the memories are fading and look
like they never happened,
that moment is crystallised in time but...
you stopped hearing from him.
Memories impalpable when you stopped hearing from him.
We have never been real, but I touched his body,
felt him breathing,
moaned for him,
kept him inside,
made him scream.
My favourite short-movie I reply over and over again,
losing another footage as time passes by and I don't hear a word,
or see no more of us in our futures.
And I knew since the beginning that tomorrow had ever been imagined,
yet I decided that short and tragically beautiful would be better than tragically nothing of you.
Thank you, my gift, for making me feel something again,
thank you, my gifted,
for showing your sheltered beauty through your shielding sorrow.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
Her laugh broke the window pane -
shards of glass pouring like rain,
the sound of shattering safety made her blood run cold
as she clung to disintegrating silence.
Grains of silent-self
pricking the backs of her eyes until tears streamed down her cheeks
wiping fiction from flesh, eyes turned to the floor
so you won't see the sadness where the sparkle should be.
Could be.
Would be.
Maybe.
She feels the barbed wire noose around her tongue loosen,
unfurling its razor sharp grip on her throat
to the melody of the sweet small voice singing soothing songs
seducing her to speak.
Speak.
The words fall clumsily from her lips like ***** clattering plates
splattering waste on wall and doors
leaving a mess that cannot be swept
nor hidden under the carpet or clothes.
"Please. Please.".
She feels eyes burning into naked-self
declaring the truth as if it had the strength to stand,
to bear the weight of shame from times that should remain untold,
but she told.
"Look away. Please. Don’t look at me,
I need you not to look at me, please please please".
She squirms beneath the squirming,
the crawling cascade of bugs under her skin,
in her-self, ***** girl -
ankles twisting, fingers bending, hands trembling,
heart beating, breath quickening, mouth begging
"please please don’t look at me".
The kiss to be seen, breaks like a scream
on the back of a lifetime playing dead,
choking back the words left unsaid,
hiding scars of the wounds that once bled.
*****
Wounds that call from beneath layers of scar tissue,
a symphony of whispering simpering bacteria
recalling the filthy mire imploding from the pyre;
seal after seal broken leaving her less beauty, more beast.
Her pleas broke the threshold,
falling forward, hands and knees grinding into twigs and leaves,
his grip so thick on her hair
that he heaves out a scream from the depths of her bowels,
ripping through tension and fear
to gift a mark, a shame, a name that won’t disappear –
“Don’t look at me”.
They call it ******
as if you could name a pain that seared so deep it
drew a blood that would take a week to heal
and a ***** that would never stop rising.
Her arms buckled under the weight of shame,
of blame, of every screaming name he seethed into her sullied flesh,
with every wavering breath she breathed – “please don’t look at me”.
His hands grip beneath her hips
nails biting into aching, seeping flesh, filling her pores with
more, more, more.
Baths - a thing of the past,
water hot, rusted and greying with the rot that lies on her,
with the putrid knot that lies in her.
“I’m so ashamed.”
*****
Her exhaustion broke her human-ness –
body depleted from repeated invasion that she couldn’t stop,
that he wouldn’t stop -
as forced kisses stole breath,
focus lost and a nip to his tongue would cost a choke-hold to blur the world,
spit on her face hurled with the venom of an injured python.
Cold, hard, scraping against skin trying to get in –
“Please.” –
bugs crawling, cascading, invading,
fighting my womb, biting my flesh raw, boring into my blood
turning life force to mud and self separated from beautiful source.
I felt his thrill at my hip.
“Please don’t ...
Is it masochism to share the most humiliating, hurt or is it healthy?”
*****
Her mouth broke -
alive with sensations and nerves that serve
to taste to feel, to flex a tongue to sing to speak to eat.
He drew her to her knees,
with greater and greater ease
to penetrate perception with ********** till her jaw ached and strained,
drained, choking back the spoils of man,
feeling panic as her stomach recoils vomiting shame.
*****
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
✈️
A slap on the tarmac, crisp and clear,
From Madame’s hand to France’s dear.
Not war, not scandal, nor fiscal gap
But history paused for a marital slap.
The cameras rolled, the world took note,
As dignity slipped from his tailored coat.
If kings once fell to sword and plot,
Now presidents blush, and say they “forgot.”
👋🏻
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
Please, please, please
Help me get through today with ease
As a child
With a mother
Who thought me a disease
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
Pangs of passion,
Flood through your fangs,
Heavy your head now hangs.
Banish these thoughts!
As you BANG-- your head--
Again--
Again!
Against the wall.
But hunger won't fade,
Nor the scent of the hen,
It lingers, it clings,
You can't help but recall,
A whisper, a wing,
Her breath, her call.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC
The misery in my chest,
Reeks as if it be,
The shivery shame one feels,
When perched before a class--
Of peers whose keener eyes,
fitter thoughts,
and witter words,
Dowse one in distress,
For my eyes are weary,
My mind unwound,
And my words, but a wheezing sound.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
We all saw it
We all heard it
We all read it
And smelled it.
Meanwhile Deedeepee is rotting in jail
For probably having committed a similar crime
Some do the crime and others don’t do the time
Similarly, some go to Heaven and others go to Hell.
The world smelled it
The world read it
The world heard it
And we saw it.
Some people are above the law
Some people are found to have no fault
Somewhere, God needs to tight the bolt
So all can hear the unwonted song of the crow.
No jail time, no fine and no probation
However, we all felt the humiliation
For God’s sake, an Honorable Christian like Jimmy
Would have never been in such a gnarly quandary.
We all smelled it
We all read it
We all heard it
And the world saw it.
No further explanation
We wonder if justice was done
No further condemnation
History is always fair, just and fun.
The world heard it
The world read it
The world saw it
And we smelled it.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 8:17 AM UTC
Y'know if ever I was on a TV show
And the guy was gonna introduce me as 'a Poet'
I'd tell him No! **** No!! They'd all switch off... immediately
Or flee to another TV channel...quick!!!
You'd wanna introduce me instead as the person who was definitely 'not a Poet'
Call me a writer or somethin' else
Tell them, this guy he's OK, yea he's alright
Definitely 'not a Poet'.
'Cos I can remember being taught poetry at school as a kid
How it scarred a lot of us
You'd be given a poem to learn off by heart in one single night
And of course you'd never be able to do that
You'd need at least two nights
So you'd be up all night trying to learn the ****** thing
And you'd be thinking to yourself "surely this Poetry it's an Evil thing
Some strange grown up guy's peculiar words
That don't make any sense to me".
And so you'd go off to school the next day dreading it
And then you'd be called upon to recite the thing
You'd stand up and immediately be distracted by everyone's eyes fixed on you
And also by the teacher's withering look
You'd stumble through some of the words, then you'd lose your place, get stuck
You'd flounder about, look lost and panicky... Then you'd lower your eyes...you'd give up.
Then the teacher would humiliate you in front of the whole class.
Yea, Poetry was a ***** word to me as a kid
And to a lot of other kids besides (I bet)
It ought to have been hauled up before a Crimes against humanity Court.
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 5:29 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, who wants to count to ten when you can carry on to infinity?
she stopped time and asked
a question planted silence in advance
faced my truth on a real talk
never thought it was hard to stand or walk
rock plays numb humiliation
the inhale echoes wounds then exhalation
denial and defense
tears welled up the hidden immense
the wind swings
a lost count to infinity sings
red eyes
step on two legs cries and undeniable disguise
forbidden was for me to
reveal the vulnerable due
the intimidated call
of how things are messed up in sort to fall
and now I think
of how it stinks
memories of misery
a step between me and the cemetery
embarrassment attacks
white lies painted above the blacks
stepped on me
a bug under the shoe and I let it be
guess that she knew
but the answer hung in air and flew
my confidence buried peacefully when already dead
and the winter cold shivers in my head
-----ravenfeels
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, insult salted the injury--- that was a bad day<
maybe wounds are sold
do you mean that insult can't salt injuries to a pathetic fault?
warn the poor never the guilt as it
wish the idiotic I put the limit
stepped the humiliation right out
silenced like a charity drought
now lacked it is yet still manageable
killed in the **** core when tangible
warn foolish fingers
an incoming the tremble syndrome
now secrets are whispered blind devils shrink in hinders
a car ride rains a billion on a thinker
watch me tested as God demands
lost in translation for what a paper does
and I simply don't understand
take the gesture I can't for a billion pays you see
made me squirm more like a forsaken sun in 2018
------ravenfeels
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
I am humiliated
that I have ever let worthless men,
determine my self worth.
I am like the ocean.
Soft, breaking, blue.
But vengeful, strong, and powerful.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC
The math, the scent, the tears…
A couple of ears and two eyes that aren’t willing to see
What we’ve prepared for today!
- Hey, sister! Would you see us!?
- Hey, teacher! Could you care about us?!
- Hey brothers, did you ever embrace a cruel song
And let it tare apart your entire soul?
An arbiter of splendour
Was sitting on a bench,
In silence waiting for his times
To come and take away
All pains.
An arbiter for love and your great dance
Eternal!
"I was never good enough for you,
Never doing what you wanted me to do,
I’m quite proud of that right now
Since it kept keeping me away from that pesky debt you had to carry on with!”
Eternal dance of love
And passion for the poor
That’s rich in kind but sorrowful unreachable goals!
Two dots on a sot verticality
Asking for more:
Destroy all the planet, destroy us all!
We got tired of living
What you wouldn’t call
Neither life nor living!
Two dots for a fellow and one for my soul;
Two, one after the other and the third in a row
That sometimes separates two types of worlds.
“- I am feeling a bit sad and disappointed; I must have felt that I was much more and much better than I really am!
- I understand, we all get to feel tired and crushed sometimes. Just don’t let anyone get to you! Many will try to hurt you. Just don’t let them do that again, that’s all!”
A penny for the poor,
Starvation for a fool
Trying to live a life
According to the rules
Of saints!
- You’re not a saint, you girl-dude!
And even if you were! What do you think it’ll serve you for?
We’re all above and helping each-other!
- While you all think it is better that way… the poor way!
- Than what? Our struggle?
- Oh, please! Give me a break! We do not struggle!
Are you much more of a man now?
Oh, pardon me, I was such a fool back then, to trust you
And to love you with all my ‘rotten’ soul!
This cold forgotten soul…
Are you much prouder than before?
Are you successful?
I know I know! I admired your entire carrier!
I should probably **** myself, just now
But I guess that I am too god **** proud
To do so.
Are you still proud of your soul and your wonderful goal?
I know that I am of mine!
I should probably commit suicide.
But not until I get less ashamed with who and what I am;
~ I Mean the loser someone planned to make of me and got to make me be ! ~
Much too carefully!
Much too shamefully!
Oh, my!
The Freak-in’ Carbonite kicked in!
I must get it out on the screen!
After that I’ll try to organize those showers for the angels;
Propeller pins and cosy sins
Already happening
…
why bother?
It’s on them!
Brutally honest with myself:
I find my old journals a bunch of idiotic steam material.
God, I hate myself for not being… stronger!
Yet I must confess:
I love myself more than anything in the world!
“I’ll be the spit in your face if I have to!
she yelled back at him
You traitor!
You must be joking now, dear!
a choir they join both saying:
- Aurevoir, dear!
I prostrate myself
In front of your greatness,
Too grateful for the little I got to accomplish
And give thanks to the Greatest of Lords!
.
“Are you much more of a man now, that you killed them all?”
A missing point that was completely unknown
To the public
Got out meeting people and feeling them all
Just like a believer.
“I need you and I want to be needed too!
I Miss You!"
A moon and a missing point looking for sun-warmth and half a cup of solitude.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
She died when she heard a laugh
It was a forlorn laugh
A one that knew silence was the hardest glass to break
But still it pierced the air
Because Death was coming
- no, he was already here.
He snatched the laugh from midair
and replaced her silent body with that one sound
And she dispersed in a burst of breath
- Death carried her away from the world
Away and away, until she was nothing but a speck
of dust, on one’s tongue
Spitted out, she felt used and dosed
In unnecessary shame, needless awareness
Of her life blinked out
And again, she tumbled through the air
That laugh slipping up her skin until it did not fit
No more, was she going to seem to live.
She died - when she heard a laugh
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
At the skirts of the town on the hill near the copse where the trailer wide park situated then was whence they drive her in conscious though deprivèd of any ability to move or to scream or to even f moan whence they drive her snickering drooling high no need e’en for ropes or twines she just lies still and demure and obedient without even a drop of tear to gutter down her cheek to moist her flaky skin all dry within but without perspire to she can tho’ you know so they pulled up lights off keys in the pocket they look and they smile and they fawn on her while she lies there alone by herself and no one around nor to help nor to try so they leave and they close and they go and they open and drag on the gravel they throw and with hands on the belts they above and they brood and impend like the vultures that hover above the sight of their prey putrefying and they down and they stretch and Stay that right yess oh thats just perfectly fine stretch them nice pull then no tear those off and up whereas she looks into the sky on the moon so shiny and pale gal and bright and so chaste so unlike to oh she just stares while they’re doing their so very so distant business
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
Today I was humiliated, shamed and killed,
I stood there as that one condemned to th’ execution,
Unable there to find no fair solution,
Imbibe my words with soothing, lulling lilt
It was as hard as walk through pool of fire
Where all the other sinners boil to crust,
But wade through this unstoppably I must
To reach the other shore more vile and dire
And at the end there’s nothing but great pain,
As one realization starts to take me over
And as the trunk it strives to roll me over,
That all the path I’ll have to walk again
So all the tape again, anew re-reeled
Today I was humiliated, shamed and killed
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
Being the brunt of a cruel joke
Is like a spear through your soul,
Burning you burn & the fires they stoke
Desecrating innocence turns diamonds back to coal.
All the potential but these animals feast on it
All of the tears but these creatures get of on it,
All of the pain but these demons remain by it
All of the innocence lost & consumed by Id.
Making their egos so threadbare
Superego overworked it is dead there,
Creating a creature of dread fear
The cycle continues instead here.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
I lied.
I lied and said I didn’t care
I said I had no feelings for you.
I thought you had no impact.
I was cold. Chilly like a winters evening. My breath fogging as I twisted the knife.
You went to her, you did.
You said you didn’t sleep with her, but she cried that you did.
And when I met her, her eyes were blazing ambers. If they were lasers they’d tear right through me, my unsuspecting flesh searing in front of you at the dinner table.
Tonight I didn’t know why she hated me. You let me show up, and you sat next to me, and she loudly hated everything about me.
She was bad to me. A rotten core and worms burrowing through her meat.
There aren’t many situations where I feel innocent- we know the solution to all my problems is to blame myself.
But it was you. You. Let her.
I want to tie a message to your wrist saying “don’t do it”, so maybe you’ll look down and think to stop hurting everyone around you. You might read it and decide not to run to me and tell me you love me.
I want to stand in front of you and point to my chest and say “you’re not welcome here anymore”.. but I never let you in in the first place.
I should’ve admitted I loved you, and you shouldn’t have lied to me about sleeping with other women.
Smoking in the ambers from her eyes, we catch fire on the other side of the table. I bite my tongue and swallow down my screaming, you’re shaking as you try and smile through the pain.
You whisper ‘I love you’.
& We are alight, burning hair, burning clothes, burning hearts, burning lies.
I’ll turn to ash and cinders before a reply leaves my lips.
I’m dying, & I won’t say it.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
Why do we treat each other this way?
Feels like our words are only a chain . . .
Sister-chained
why do you
treat me this way?
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
Sister-chained
why oh why?
Oh why, even today,
I'm sister-chained?
Noth-ing but pain,
Born to be sisters except for this pain,
That pain, the words, pain it remains. . .
Sister-chained
conflict between us al-ways remains,
conflict between us remains.
Sister-chained
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Oh woe. . .
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Fire scorches the flesh
An opaque wash fills my sockets
A coarse guttural scream is fresh
From lashed sole to soul it devours
Stench of decay is all ones sovereign
Humanity what is thought hierarchy
Is now looked into foul n ' foriegn
Excuse me... as I dispose of my ivory entity
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
"The Struggle for Love"
"The Longing for Home"
So desperate to prove
That our hearts aren't alone
While death looms wherewith
To make dust of our flesh
We seek in a myth
Our souls to enmesh
With a hero of hope
A rescuing source
To widen our scope
And give pith to our course
An unshakable tie
An attachment at core
Which might silence the cry
That our hearts are at war
With a pure set of eyes
Full of fire and proficient
To dispel all the lies
That our souls aren't deficient
But it's not our mere lack
Which causes most dread
It's the earth-shattering fact
That our spirits are dead
Cut off from their Source
In a black alienation
Humanity's curse
For its rank ins'bordination
We just want our own way
And to write our own story
So we plunge on astray
To seek our own glory
To play artist or muse
Or idol or chief
Any self-styled ruse
To assuage us of grief
Any measure to show
A lasting signif'cance
So that someone would know
Our unique magnif'cence
For our beauty's been marred
And we crave a redemption
Of souls twisted and scarred
By fulfillment's exemption
But, alas, we will find
That search hard as we may
There's not one of our kind
Who can carry the tray
Upon which the weight
Of our souls has been laid
For who can e'er tolerate
Its gross debts unpaid?
Such suff'cating mass
Of defects and ills
Pressed 'gainst delicate glass
Of egos and wills
Still more ghastly to bear
Is devotion unbound
For with millstone to wear
Its master is drowned
'Neath a sea of foul yeast
And becomes the enslaved
To a hungering beast
To a worship depraved
For the heart is a tiger
And must have its fill
So it raises a man higher
With a kiss before the ****
Not intentionally, of course,
Does it slaughter its idol
But of hurricane force
Is this longing so vital
And as pedestal turns
So quickly to altar
Our wounded pride burns
When our gods and alms falter
And the fire of its rage
Turns upon its obsession
Tiger breaks out of cage
To reclaim self-possession
It bites and it tears
What it once so adored
And pride no longer cares
If it kills its false lord
But upon such demise
The soul screams in terror
For it's broken its prize
And can't take back its error
It begs and it pleads
To restore what's been lost
But at end knows it needs
To consider the cost
Of the damage untold
It has left in the wake
For hearts can't be controlled
With a gush or a shake
No, men's hearts are like bombs
Which so easily explode
Once the pin is removed
All past wrongs will re-load
So the prey becomes hunter
When the tiger attacks
For he does not want her
To see what he lacks
As he, too, had put
Her up in wrong place
But now steps his foot
Upon her shamed face
To now pulverize
As his own heart's been crushed
To blind out her eyes
And to see her lips hushed
For with words idly spoken
She'd stabbed at his soul
And had left his pride broken
By her judgments so cold
She had not meant to harm
Knew not e'en that he heard
But one cannot disarm
A thought put to word
Worse than not knowing this
She no longer knew him
And her once imagined bliss
Proved a nullified whim
Oh, what games and delusions
We play and we build
Upon empty illusions
And dreams unfulfilled
Yet strangely it's when
Our worst fears come true
We can finally transcend
All those old tales we grew
Out of ego and void
Out of sorrow and pain
When our nerves felt annoyed
And our hearts felt too vain
'Cause when ego is puffed
It is primed, too, to pop
And with pinprick is snuffed
Like a pest-blighted crop
So imagine much more
When a venom's injected
Right into its core
And its heart is rejected
But can you also not see
How it needs such a burst
To begin to get free
From its self-absorbed curse?
Except now feels the matter
Of our soul's isolation
Fiercer still with the shatter
Of our pet consolation
So we wait and we wonder
If we've missed the true meaning
Of the frightening thunder
In our heart's constant screaming
Whether homesick or lost
Whether lonely or grieved
Locked in bleak Winter's frost
We find little reprieve
Yet we know we've been made
For the glory of Spring
Some card's still to be played
Some grand song still to sing
Inexpressible yearning
For some secret we know
But can't speak for the burning
Repercussions of woe
Not some mere melancholy
Nor nostalgic forlorn
Not the musings of folly
But a sense that we're torn
From primordial root
And from headwaters fresh
Yet much deeper to boot
From our spiritual breath
'Tis an ache not for wares,
Appreciation or fame
But a fight just for air
Against strangling shame
For we're naked, we know
And with all we devise
Our most flawed parts still show
To a pure set of eyes
Like we're walking around
With no covering intact
But thin hospital gown
With wide split up the back
So we hide our true face
Aim to be what we're not
Work our blots to erase
Lest our schemes should be caught
Be 't by friend or by foe
We dare not risk the pain
Of humiliation's blow
On top of our stain
But instead of relief
Anguish grows louder till
This life's loneliest grief
Paralyzes the will
And last hope all but dies
On doubt's bed of despair
While embittered heart cries
That its lot's too unfair
Yet on outside we play
Through our unconscious mind
Man's collective charade
That everything's fine
Like some pact we'd all sworn
To uphold and obey
To protect from the scorn
Of society's sway
If we run with the flow
'Stead of strive 'gainst the tide
We might make enough show
To salvage our pride
We forget that conceit
Is what caused all the mess
Through a serpent's deceit
And a couple's wrong guess
'Twas they first tasted shame
And then hid in a garden
Sewing fig leaves as claim
To secure their own pardon
Yet in horror they knew
They had squandered the Prize
And must flee from the view
Of a pure set of eyes
Now same state of awry
Runs through each of their seed
Inborn and borne by
Like the thorniest ****
Whose nettles pierce deep
And infect every part
While roots tangle and sweep
Through the mind and the heart
It mocks what we've lost
Torments every dim hope
To constrict and accost
Like a noose-tightening rope
Still, hope won't be decayed
Smold'ring fires yet burn
Sparking hints that we're made
For bright Eden's return
This redemption we crave
Is no phantom's false plea
But as crestfallen wave
Hides itself in the sea
It's been veiled in plain sight
Big as all of our stories
Deep as mankind's full plight
And as high as its glories
Cloaked in every ambition
That we have to get in
To some exclusive coalition
For its favors to win
Lurks a bleeding predilection
Frustrated from birth
A desire for election
To bestow on us worth
Lured by scent of a promise
To be chosen and known
Like the warmth of a mom's kiss
Given only to her own
We search tree after tree
For sweet intimacy's nectar
From a fruit that will be
Our secret connecter
To hope's nourishing breast
To life's honey from comb
To an undying rest
To a straight way toward home
One to wipe away tears
And allay deepest doubt
Which proceeds from worst fears
Of our being locked out
Of a garden again
Cast from pure tree of life
Dim remembrance of when
Mankind first entered strife
All our conflicts, comp'tition,
Confusion and blame
Find first cause in perdition
That's invaded our frame
Like the foulest disease
The most cankerous rot
Grown by monstrous degrees
Hatched by Lucifer's plot
This story's no prig's attack
Nor archaic folklore
But the earth-shattering fact
That our hearts are at war
With a pure set of eyes
Full of fire and proficient
To dispel all the lies
That our souls aren't deficient
And it's not our mere lack
which causes most dread
But the earth-shattering fact
That our spirits are dead
Cut off from their Source
In a black alienation
Humanity's curse
For its rank ins'bordination
And yet...
This is also the story
Of how those same eyes
The Possessor of Glory
Looked with love and heart cries
On the crown of creation
His reflection of Self
Made His own treasured nation
The heirs of His wealth
Now broken and lost
All banished from Garden
And He knew the full cost
To grant them His pardon
Had known long before
He had e'er even made
That first man of yore
Yet handcrafts anyway
For His love is so strong
And He wanted to share
His intimacy with a throng
His own children to bear
So with souls in convulsion
From their rebellious misdeed
Just before their expulsion
He promised a Seed
One untainted from sin
Who could take its great boulder
And the weight of His kin
Upon His own shoulder
A Hero of hope
A rescuing Source
To widen our scope
And give pith to our course
An unshakable tie
An attachment at core
Who would silence the cry
That our hearts are at war
With a pure set of eyes
Full of fire and proficient
To dispel all the lies
That our souls aren't deficient
For those eyes are His own
And He'd pay the full fee
By His body alone
To set our hearts free
He's hope's nourishing breast
He's life's honey from comb
He's our undying rest
He's our straight way toward home
He will wipe away tears
And allay deepest doubt
Which proceeds from worst fears
Of our being locked out
Of the Garden again
Cast from pure Tree of Life
Dim remembrance of when
Mankind first entered strife
But 'twas on another tree
That sweet intimacy's nectar
Was secured tight when He
Became sacred Connector
And the thorns of our curse
Were pressed onto His head
With not one there to nurse
As the Son of Man bled
Then the wrath for our sin
Was absorbed as He cried
And the foul curse was broken
When the Son of God died
But death couldn't keep Him long
Nor His glory dispose
And we found our lost song
When the King of kings rose!
The debt had been paid
He had finished the work
The tide 'gainst us was swayed
We weren't left in our lurk
And we've only to now
Just repent and believe
To open and allow
Our hearts to receive
Our Divine Fountainhead
Our covering complete
To sup from His bread
And to sit at His feet
To worship the One
For Whom we were made
By Whom we've been won
Whom forever we've craved
The One Who can bear
Our hearts' full devotion
The One Who won't tear
At our souls' raw emotion
The One Who will be
Sweet eternity's song
Who with lasting decree
Will...right...every...wrong
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC