#occupied
In a stable in roman occupied Palestine
Came the gift of love to the world
Lord Jesus Christ our true king and
Peace he whispered hope he gave
Through the storm he helps us brave
Gentle hands a humble heart
We love Lord Jesus Christ and his
Guiding soul he plays his part
And deep in our hearts his spirit stays
Shining through our darkest days
We love you Lord Jesus Christ.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 6:16 AM UTC
In a land of Palestine bombs roar
Brave hearts face an uncertain doom
With courage they fight
For there land day and night
And for what they deem right but
Peace is the wish they consume.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 7:14 AM UTC
What happens to identity
When surrender is called?
The wrong side of history
The tiger that’s been mauled.
How do you bear the moniker
Defeated? Enemy?
Now living under their regime
Your choice is? “Happily”.
Wary of the kindnesses
That you rarely receive.
Your hand extends in friendship
but your heart says, “disbelieve”.
Someone else decided for you,
who your foes should be.
The axis tilted in the night
now you’re the “enemy”.
You gaze at your hated visage
and you scowl at the brazen one
who was simply caught living life,
you were no smoking gun!
You wish that you may find some hope
To tether you to life
To bring you back from bigotry, suffering and strife.
Your muted voice is quiet now
But one day you may try
To make sense of the whole **** mess
Or always wonder why.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC
Put my emotions in a glass jar,
closed the lid on a real tight.
Set it aside.
Take the next big best thing,
make myself occupied.
Thinking it can make me happy.
Now I can't get through to my emotions
Without having it exploding on me,
like fireworks on the 4th of July.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
Your caesious eyes
have more
adventure
than your soul
could ever learn to
occupy.
When did you trade
happy days
for
haphazard
smiles?
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Nine AM rolls round
time for, a constitutional
taking a dump, off of my mind
doin a semi-institutional
Back at ten, to the same scene
rearranging underpants
*** busting at the seams
wildly doing a wasted dance
while stifling, a scream
Holy **** the crappers full
long lines outside the stalls
no gastrointestinal relief in sight
my **** from *** can't fall
Whence do all these ******** hail
and how do I gauge a break
seeking to release my crap
avoiding, an intestinal mistake
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
***My mind is in overdrive
All my thoughts are amplified
I need a megaphone
I don't really know what for
But I feel if I scream,
it will make my thoughts real***
***I have a sweet melody
playing in my head
I probably should work
on my life instead
but words keep echoing in my mind
My brain is always occupied***
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
What stays on your mind,
no matter what you’re doing,
no matter what has your time…
What stays on your mind?
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
There is always something that goes on in the mind
Sometimes something goes on at the back of mind
Sometimes something goes on in the mind with the present moment in time.
There is always something that goes on in the mind.
Engaged is the mind
Engaged in thoughts of own
Occupied with thoughts of own.
Examining the present and ascertaining the future remains a part of life, since there is always something that goes on in the mind.
Sometimes knowingly
Sometimes unknowingly
There is always something that goes on in the mind.
Whatever that something might be
One thing one must always remain sure of
One must always think positively
One must remain in a positive frame of mind irrespective of the past, present and even when it comes to dealing with an uncertain future.
There is always something that goes on in the mind, but then let that something be a positive thing in your life.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
An empty bar - one table, two chairs,
Occupied.
A drink in front of both me and you.
Silence.
How difficult must conversation really be?
An exchange of inaudible outbursts.
You overexert, I over-assert.
How can two feel outcasts in a group of
two?
They always said that silence was silver.
I like to take a mouthful from the bourbon and coke
You follow suit
and take a sip from the bourbon,
you choke.
An acquired taste, I guess.
An empty bar – one table, two chairs,
Unoccupied.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
you are the poem my mind can only think of
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
occupied by
your body
your soul
your mind.
occupied by
your smile
your laugh
your voice.
occupied by
your eyes
your face
your hair.
occupied by
you.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC