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Within creased paper lie binded souls Firmly held within my clutch , Ideology hemorrhaging as non-opposables only bend so much. Thirsty i reached for a swig of your cup  Open palmed  This vessel mishandled  the contents soaked through bedrock Its remains a drink for the decrepit.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
morals
I don't want to be perfect What an incorrect prospect I like my defect At least I'm not an object My eyes do not resemble suns My words are more like guns Aimed at your sons I've only just begun My hair is not soft and fine You simply cannot define Or enshrine Standby and do not whine My thoughts are not innocent and pure Nothing is secure But I am certainly not your saviour My behaviour brings danger I am not your entertainer My hands are not are not flowers I have different powers Which devours and towers Over your mouth as he cowers Nature is not just beautiful And neither am I How dare you belittle it with unsuitable lies Save your goodbyes I am not your demise, that would be unwise Do you not realise I have a disguise? I am not perfect Yet you could never recreate and resurrect my imperfections Save your affections I need to find my own directions, away from your infectious reflections
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Imperfect
one day I will die I will die in a car crash in a frontal colision with some ******* who drunk too much I had my fare share of responsability but I will not tell you why I will just say it wasn’t pleasant blood and bones all over the road no, that’s not it what the hell am I saying? I will be murdered in my own house by some one who don’t belive in my ideologies someone who profoundly disagree with me therefore I am a threat to his way of life or maybe I’ll just do it myself not that I don’t belive in my convictions but sometimes I have really hard times defending them one way or another by accident, ****** or suicide in the end, someone will have to throw away my stuff and delete my facebook account
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
:: One Way or Another ::
The quintessence of Christian living and lifestyle, is becoming more like Christ through everyday trials; Flaunting documentation of accomplishments compiled, will not impress The Almighty or even make Him smile. Are you hungering or thirsting for His Righteousness? Or is it some vain imaginary or visionary theorization to demonstrate a haughtiness of spiritual intellect? Just because you’re a part of Jehovah’s holy nation, doesn’t mean that you can bully the unsaved to join. The World understands and recognizes poor behaviors; Doing what’s right and being satisfied before God, implies that you are properly honoring our Savior through personal conduct and true transparent living. An increasing affinity for some spiritual pleasance, is not equivalent to having a relationship with Him. Religious ideologies are empty… without His Presence. . . . Author Notes Inspired by: Matt 5:6; Phil 1:9-11; Acts 20:17-21 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Poem: Religious Ideologies
You embrace a dark character and call it my flaw. Demons in your eyes, I cannot tell if you are telling lies, if you realize what madness you spread, or have the worms burrowed so deep into your head that you truly believe such severely stupid things.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
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