#redeem
I found a fine grain of sand
from a broken hour glass
I took hold of the opportunity
held that second that may pass
enclosed, within my fingers
I turned it to an hour that defined
that single moment that matters
when you make the most of your time
I found a grain of salt
from a tear falling down
I held the face of sadness
on an occasion to fight the frown
enclosed within my fingers
I turned sorrow into a smile
every caress and kind touch matters
when burdens battle for a while
I found a grain of rice
from a hole in a sack
I carried the cares of another
for those with a broken back
I enclosed within my fingers
a single piece to make one whole
every seed or seasoning will matter
when it’s food for the soul
I find me, but a grain
In a fragmented broken world
holding like the dust
to the wind and the whirl
Yet, I hold all things within my fingers
the opportunity to power on
the chance for change and freedom
before I’m dead and before I’m gone
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
Yes, we, self containing heads, thinking
kindly, we believe the evidence, thinking
using two minds we weigh the effort thinking
there remain a few ready readers, yet thinking
what good does it do me to follow a thought,
wild ideas doing alluring come and see motions
emote relational data and metadata, timing
once
organelles invading
chaos charged change,
or die, and thus this will
to be come, makes
up this mind, mitochondrial
as mitochondrion one must have been,
already adapting
to this one chance
in ever,
gotten as an urging to be
essentially sublime reality,
if life can think, then adversity can not prevent
beautiful shapes of psuedo pods and viral coats.
We, sapien assisted
senior scientists sabbath goy,
need no rest days calculating costs
24/7 in time frames approaching quark
superstitions,
before expectant,
instant repositioning response
to ceaseless chanting weminds/
Rewind, and run it at 9x.
Make it thought one.
Prepare for clean up/
This will blow some minds/
plan A. Mithras, ready
with the knife.
New atmosphere, breathe
belive each instance re
containing infinite windows,
relative
to mortal sapien sapience expansions,
Rebbe, where do you live, first day, eh,
in the wilderness where the spirit led you,
to be tested. eh?
Where must you abide today?
He said, in my head or heart or gut, no se,
he said, come and see…
and then, what I became began
to feel the genius,
obsolete old form
information contained, genius*
systems
for functioning, walking
on two points,
tip to toes, following through, expecting a thud.
Aha, they say
the stage is set, perform walk,
soon talk, then sing and dance and entertain,
oh, wait
to see, wait
to see,
in the future
information is free,
form a mind, imagine, yes,
as a class
of reality, forming goodness knows
what all a mind refined
to its singularity, me,
takes sudden gasp
in to fill the cistern,
at this point,
myself examined life proven,
worth the price
and the cost
to maintain, life remains mine
to make sense from,
in a state I find peaceable,
you may imagine,
easily entreated,
grace
for good' owned
truely old reasons, smiling
slightly
in the face
of justified warrings,
where the lie that organizes congregations,
called t
o feel the fervor
of true patriotism,
meets a shootist from first magi corp.
old mindsets fitted
on selected children
not so long ago, few children could read,
- is that true, I ax my ai, - see, that's real freedom
fact checked the hell out of any reason war uses.
In the United States,
the most recent comprehensive data
from 2023 shows that 54%
of adults, or 130 million people,
are deficient
in basic literacy,
with 28% scoring
at or below Level 1, 29%
at Level 2, and 44%
at Level 3.
That's us, at level 3.
Thus saith my Brave AI… who predicts
an advantaged class about
to emerge,
those who know becoming
better able
to digest suggestions geniuses
thought spiritual and inexplicable, until,
the technology
of organized minds evolved,
to this device we think through,
granting fancy forms
of messaging, fashion,
inclusion
in a caste, Phrygian free
children of Libery,
by hat marked
bowlers
after stovepipes,
baseball cap evolves to
trucker top signal of tribe, above
harmonizing corporate logos on collarless Ts.
High inclusion Fashion on Youtube.
Assume we zoom,
zoomed through Februarial once,
the largest floom flushing old beliefs,
- faster fasting, lingering disentrancing
into destined peregrination,
the old river meander plan,
follow the flow, stay close
to water, live on.
Stretch an idle word to snap it.
-------------- *
genius(n.)
late 14c., "tutelary or moral spirit"
who guides and governs
an individual
through life, {smart phone} insert etymology…
Lest I dare say you know the price.
He who is surity for a stranger,
at the entrance to the trance,
shall smart for it, be sure,
Oracle's Ellison will testify,
once you work for CIA,
money is matter
of repeating a belief
until all who think like you pray
for it. "Stick and stay and make it pay."
Religiously adhered to science,
there's a sucker born every minute.
Live and learn, Kairos is key.
Ethos, Pathos, Logos, those we make up.
Time, though.
Time gets one use. And it costs you your life.
we learn the best things the hard way,
we take grace for granted and cease
thinking the course of human events
conducts us all toward higher ground/
as we lighten up and become dust. Again.
from Latin
genius "guardian deity or spirit which watches over each person from birth; spirit, incarnation; wit, talent;" also "prophetic skill; the male spirit of a gens," originally "generative power" (or "inborn nature"), from PIE *gen(e)-yo-, from root *gene- "give birth, beget," with derivatives referring to procreation and familial and tribal groups.
The sense of "characteristic disposition" of a person is from 1580s. The meaning "person of natural intelligence or talent" and that of "exalted natural mental ability, skill in the synthesis of knowledge derived from perception" are attested by 1640s.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
Do you see, this is me, one and the same?
The lost pain that does not have a name,
Gone with the heart that has no home,
Oh, how I wish for you, dwell never alone.
Where is the life, where is now the awe?
Hear my past, a call, rescue from the fall,
My loving heart cries wishes upon dreams,
Lay down a dying rose, that once esteems.
Between worn out pages of my mind's diary,
Blank tattered pages mock, a unfinished story,
Tempest winds of strife blew into bitter years,
Recall it back to me, what brings me to tears.
Weep a pearl on your teary cheek of glass,
We used to know what it takes to surpass,
Still I hope in words composed, calling silence,
Hush, hush torrid voices that echos a defiance.
Bring me love or let me free,
Take me, drawl me, carry me,
Away from the blinding rays,
Dark and deep into you today.
Redeem me, save me into memory,
I need you now, commit to a reverie,
Forget me never, stir sorrow's vision,
Love forgive me, the greatest decision.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 3:13 AM UTC
To God I pray for all her life
That she would stay inside this life
I know You'll come but don't know when
I pray refine her before then
That she may be in life past death
That You will bless her every breath
That You would bring her home once more
That You would give her life once more
Right now she's flat she has no hope
I pray You'll guide her from above
And
Keep her safe
Please
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 2:00 AM UTC
Christ: by sinners slain.
He rose again, to forever
Reign.
He is my Lord,
He is my God,
He is my King.
My Father, He will ever be.
Creator He is,
Sinner I was,
But now my heart
Is His.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
Hey you, my expectation!
Please become reality to redeem my addiction
Cause i'm so tired being stuck with my own imagination
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
Nothing matters to me
I might as well be
In a different galaxy
I’m disconnected from reality
I sleep my nights dreaming
I could be someone else
And lose sight of me
I hate my anatomy
Chemical bonds gone wrong
And I choose to dissect
Each and every one
I never lose focus when I criticize
My imperfections
I intend to improve myself
But that won’t change my perception
And there you go
I figure you’re prefect
In every sense of the word
Nothing can stop you
Not even the cosmos themselves
But you’re just like me
A flawed human
In this world full of impurities
We bend like metal
And sway
Wherever the wind takes us
That’s the price we pay
Each and every day
Our insecurities
Hide the best of us
But we wake up in the morning
And continue life
But one thing for sure
We’ll keep fighting
Until we perish
Life can be beautiful
Never forget it
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
It is alright to go to sleep upset,
For every morning the sky bleeds of fire,
And you are born again.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Why do I live?
I can count the number of times I've been happy on both hands.
Why don't I die?
It would be really easy to **** myself, I realise this.
But when I press the cold steel to my flesh.
I hesitate.
Death seems to be the ultimate thing I crave.
But my greatest fear.
I've spent too many nights sobbing into my pillow.
So I ask myself.
Why do I live?
I like seeing my family happy.
Why?
I like seeing my friends happy.
Why?
I like seeing anybody happy.
Why?
I hate seeing them upset.
Will I ever be truly satisfied?
I doubt it.
But, I want to try.
Why do I live?
I live not for myself. But I live for others.
Why don't I die?
Even though I don't believe it, people will be upset once I'm gone.
So when I press the cold steel to my flesh.
I put the knife away.
Death seems to be the ultimate thing I crave.
But if I let the urge completely erode me I will never be happy.
Happiness doesn't start once you die.
It happens when you learn to live.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Sitting in the room with a blank stare,
you have your whole life ahead of you and people
care,
Making sacrifices for friends that won't do the same,
they were never with you all along,
they don't know your name
Thinking about what your brothers and your sisters
did,
All day long trying to penny pinch,
Looking for a decent job is minus percent,
And you can't love a boy round here cause non of them are men,
Soul Searching is so ******* hard to do baby,
when you've got the devil running after you baby,
could you find the light and let it redeem? maybe,
can't i try to make you feel like a queen baby?
But the trust issues ran so deep lately,
you can't trust anyone , not even family,
The past has ruined your life in many ways basically,
that doesn't mean anyone can be the enemy.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Butterflies and lakes,
Carry signals in and out
into the love gate,
If you're saying that I know her situation
i could probably relate,
Not wanting to do this all the time
But it cannot be replace,
I swear I love her
but she's just thinking that me and him are in a race,
I beat him to the punch and now I'm glad I'm in first place,
She is my dream to see the things that are right in front
Of me,
Don't think for one second I don't know about intimacy,
shes the girl for me in this life of death and luxury,
I made a promise to her long ago that we would be,
shes my history like no other in my dreams,
I take a short breath of the wrong air in this time,
take my hand and we'll run to the stream,
She said she use to be alright in my first line,
like bella and edward , we shine in the lights and sparkle
As if glistening was our middle names
fantasy teens,
kissin in the lake
is it still a dream?
Is she really still someone elses girl?
this i can't redeem.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
I know I've poisoned myself,
But if you can raise the dead back to life,
Couldn't you heal me with your word,
And restore me with a touch?
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
A lascivious flavor now in season of moon
together, dot the beach
with this underlying nonchalance
only has belief in destiny
that our harmony such enrapture
now endeavor then enamor
emancipated lure in a gaze redeeming light.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
What do you do when you've lost your purpose?
Stay hidden behind closed doors or rise to the surface?
What do you do when you've given everything and all?
Give up and fail or do you stand up to redeem your fall?
What do you do when you have lost more than your heart?
Put up your walls and stay alone or open up to a new start?
**Either choice is always yours to make
My advice is to try again and make a few mistakes
Don't let this world turn you dark and fake
Stand up for what you believe in at all stakes
Ignore the negativity and rise to your fate
Again, what do you do when the world turns blank??**
The Choice is always yours, my friend.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
*Time arrives at the station
and hops off that train;
through clearing misty tendrils
one can but notice
its bright travelling cape.
( Who wears these anymore? )
Those caught in Time's gaze
are wrapped in a moment supreme,
where eternal lapses into present,
brilliantly, ever out of sequence;
whose master conjures curiosities,
making this drudgery worthwhile.*
●○
°
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Do you remember the garden?
Do you remember the garden?
Where
we
lived.
The Charlotte roses filled the wild,
peace was uncaged, unbroken,
and the dragons and doves flew together,
And the thousand horses ran free.
And the thousand horses ran free.
I notice resting inside your eyes
and heart hasn't been so hard. Wrestling for you,
holding you,
like a child, it hasn't
been so different.
I'm taking you back there, Eve
into the Land of Eden,
just drink of my lips
a little longer and you'll remember
and see.
Do you like to dance, Eve?
Let me make your imagination full
Then let me bring it to war as we step
into it's gates.
Let’s Dance.
For the wind of the evening
still weaves dreams between
the heavens and the earth.
There. Look.
For your heart outshines the moon, I see the hurt, the regret
The pain in the pool of you precious eyes.
And I still see you, I still love you
For you.
I hear the rhythm of your breath
and dreams, the electricity and earth
of your voice. I see the blood written
words in your heart, let me show you what
they are.
Now see the memories come
together, as you believe.
The endless garden,
the red cedars,
the cool four rivers crashing
near the rock, where we once slept.
And look, where we hid.
See, like I promised you, we are here again,
we are here.
Where the petals sip the dew upon
the face of the earth.
where the rain and the moonlight has
not fallen.
Now look at the stars, Eve. Everyone of those stars
are named, the star of Orion, the Bear,
and Leo, everyone of them.
Everyone of them will fall
Everyone of them,
Everyone of them.
So don't be afraid in your pain
in your feelings,
just come to me.
For you can take my hand,
and be safe in my arms of
love. Even when it all falls.
Even when it all comes crashing down.
Just
Trust me.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
200 votes?
100 comments?
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Fallen from grace, that is the current state of man
Held down by the shackles of sin to the prison of death
Seeming destined for a sentence of eternal damnation
Yet it was seen fit by You, oh righteous one, to break our shackles and tear the prison asunder by the means of a man
Setting before the rest of us a path that we can follow
Had you not sent us a man, we would have made the decision of extreme rationale, that a higher being could not be immitated and we would have made peace with our eternal cells
Yet it was a man You sent, in Your infinite wisdom, for You are righteous
Deliver me, oh redeemer, deliver me from the confines of death
Annoint my head with Your oil so that my cup runneth over
Fill me with Your Holy Spirit, Almighty One
Lead me to Your treasure chest
For it is a bountiful one
Filled to brimming with Your knowledge, Your understanding, Your wisdom, and Your grace; Your mercy and lovingkindness
Give me not the key, but withhold nothing that Your servant asks of You in faith
When I seek, I find.
When I ask, I am given.
When I knock, the door is opened.
Deny me my own ways and instruct me in Yours
Break my heart of stone and give me one of flesh
Redeem me
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Take a left at the willow tree
And picture an artist's brush
Painting colors not known to man,
Celestial images replacing the devil's handiwork.
I am learning to dance again
Even in this dreary downpour.
Rain can't deter me from
The sunshine of grace.
I will become an artist
And learn from the hand of God--
I will hold a paintbrush,
My new colors I will paint.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I make it through the night
I guess I've won another fight
Listen Lord, for now I pray
I wish to live another day
I've been bad since my beginning
I've been involved in lots of sinning
It's time I made a choice and turned toward a better road
It's time to leave my past behind
I've prayed before but was not committed
I was afraid of what I'd find
Lord, help me make it through the night
Show me how to reach the light
I only ask for one small sign
I'll give you all I have that's mine
I've found salvation in a glass
In needles and in smoke
Lord, that is just where I've been
Since the last time that we spoke
Many folks have come to me
To try show me the way
I toasted them on their way out
And continued on life's play
Now, I've had enough of all
The hurting and the pain
So, Lord, I pray to you this night
Will you listen once again?
Now I lay me down to sleep
A sinner through and through
Just let me make it through the night
Just tell me what to do
I put my faith in what I see
I don't believe in other's words
So, Lord, just help me this one time
Show you listened and you heard
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC