#thrones
That's why it's called betrayal
It is made by our truest of friends
That's why it's called making peace
For we only make peace with our enemies
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
How little we consider the heat of the sun
When we boil and there is nothing we've done
To the begotten Son who took all of our sin
He was clean and blameless, yet he lost so we could win
To have your own mother weep, nothing she can do
Simon helping him up, even he had no clue
How heavy a cross is when the entire world willed it
To hate sin so much, yet become it
From the sixth hour until the ninth hour
You chose to give all power
Lashed 39 times, became unrecognizable
Yet your love for us all was undeniable
To have your father turn his back on you
For a promise made to a world that betrayed
What was his point of view
To take every slash, and be slayed
"It is Finished" Tetelestai
Gan Eden, Paradise
A promise to sinners, they know not what they've done
Even as we mocked him, spat on him, made fun
3 days he rose, with no hard feelings
Found by Mother Mary, she had faith through the ceiling
Little denial her son came back to her
Even the guards at his tomb couldn't confer
Romans 1:16: "For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes".
And do not be deceived by the easy life you perceive
Our crown of thorns is existing still in this world
And thus we spread his word to counteract the disrespect hurled
At Christ believers to turn the other cheek, and the pages of his gospel
To help the lost, lonely, broken and the Hostile
May we spread a love no flag can bring
Give a promise made only by the King
Jesus Christ of Nazareth
The Lamb, The savior, the Way, Gather In
His Name
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
The thorns may have cut my hands off
but not my will.
It's mine whether to take the rose—
yes or no!
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 1:41 AM UTC
Game Of Thrones,
Game Of Thrones,
Game Of Thrones,
The hero for me was Tyrion Lannister,
He always tried to do what was right,
The small man with the great noble heart,
He knew the dragon queen was insane like her father,
So who sits on The Iron Throne?
Tyrion Lannister,
Tyrion Lannister,
Tyrion Lannister.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Oh, "Game Of Thrones", I miss it so, with all the good looking gents,
what's an aging poetess to do,
but lament,
the sight of Kit Harington's assets,
(no, not the **** acting!),
made me want to take a trip down memory lane, so I got
packing,
this gray old hen remembers
when-
teenage summer nights laying
on the sand, then-
getting quite sufficiently drunk
with delightful young men!
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
According to a new
Conspiracy theory,
The last season of
Game of Thrones
Never happened.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
The Lion and The Wolf met in the Dark
The Lion said that all the wolf could do was bark
But the wolf ignored The Lion as he got closer
The Lion felt like he would get rammed over by a bulldozer
However The Lion said hear me roar
It was loud and it scared, the stag, dragon and also the boar
The Lion is The King of Creatures
Golden pelt is one of its majestic features
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
The salt water washes away the sin
crashing on the rocks so violently,
trickling down tracing my skin
the most beautiful symphony.
There’s nothing that I detest more
than the sand encasing my toes,
but still my home sits on the shore
I love the depth and adore the lows.
Drag me down into the sea
where I’ve always been destined to be,
The waves strongly embracing
my heart stopping yet racing.
I’ll be a drowned god,
for what is dead may never die,
but rises again stronger and harder.
Among the bass and the cod
I’ll never again see the sky
sacrifice my heart to be a martyr.
You know sand is a kin to soil
for underwater the seaweed will grow,
and with passion the bubbles boil
we do not reap; we do not sow.
Hoarding a seashell collection
though I can not craft jewelry,
I’d still offer quite a selection
a salt crown was never meant for me.
Drag me down into the sea
where I’ve always been destined to be.
The tide will lock on and carry me
until I’m listing and sinking.
I’ll be a drowned god,
for what is dead may never die,
but rises again stronger and harder.
And I may be very flawed,
to that I could never deny
I can’t negotiate nor can I barter.
Drag me down to the sea
where I’ve always been destined to be.
An escape where no one can flee,
forever cursed to be drowning.
I’ll be a drowned god,
I’ll rise again but painfully slow.
No one will wait to applaud,
but we do not reap and we do not sow.
For what is dead may never die,
but rises instead stronger than I.
For what is dead may never die,
I never lead and following; I could never try.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
We are not dating
and
I don't like you.
You are one of my friends, and I love you as friend.
I saw your brown eyes in many ways:
when they're blue, I set your mood to red.
Setting fire so we could burn the whole blue horizon.
When they're grey, I laughed a lil bit because your idea of everything.
Listening to our dream and dancing till the day comes.
When they're brown, we went to our own world.
You were the king and i was the queen, ruling our kingdom and executing our sadness.
man, those were the days we looked at each others and said some *********
then, the day came and we took different paths.
soon, I'll see you sit beside me, cheering the moment from our thrones.
As friend.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
Marks smudge your face,
Your *****
filthy mouth,
what do you proclaim?
What do you see?
When your eyes are blackened out from the dirt of your knees,
Slither and snake through your hands decayed bones,
We had a crown but now a thousand thrones.
Reach out your webs and reel me in,
Lend me your ear and fill me in,
What it's like to greedy, deceitful, and sturdy,
To have such a pretty face and still be so dirty.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
It starts with a sensation of feeling it can't be real
This pain, this reality it all seems so fake
Living in turmoil yet being awake
We've created a fictional story for what we see
Lies have become "real" the virtual stains reality
Yet we are living in the creative dump
Hilary Clinton and Donald trump
Opportunists in this world of lies
The poet cries
But truth is hated more than the lies we perceive
and believe cause their sugar makes the medicine go down
No need to frown, because life is just for individuals like you
We all different but not one of us has a clue
Of what's going on
Corporations rule the media so what's wrong?
Censorship breaks even the strongest of minds
Leaves us cold but does anyone mind?
They feed us primal fears
While we our fed TV box sets of lives we want to lead
While soldiers bleed in wars we keep fighting
Just because of oil sightings
It's all bit pointless as the golden age of austerity kicks in
And the rich become fat eating the poor
and misery is a acquaintance who is in your house though you didn't answer the door
It's all normal check your email and censor your political correctness
It's all bull **** tell yourself it won't mean a thing
Your King or queen of nothing
and there is no God heaven was a bluff
It's not real it's tough
Because we could have made it heaven on earth
But fantasy was more beguiling
As we watch game of thrones we are smiling.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
*despite the winds of winter
which blow about my insides
there's just something about the summer sun
which makes me want to fall in love*
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Lets have rough ***
in the courtyard of our kingdom
while the peasants and jester watch.
"Is that the king?"
"Yes. Both of them,
**** Did he just hit h~?"
"Yup. That was a moan."
Pan flutes.
Lutes.
purple green and gold garb.
There's a bunch of knights training in archery
and somebody in a far corner of some ocean
plotting to ride their horses here and declare seige.
But right now
it's the first of may
and we're just throwing each other around on the grass
under the flag of our castle
that we founded on voyeurism and being good at what we do
Which today is rough ***
In the grass
Of a game of thrones set.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
I spot a drone today;
No bombs,
But with plenty o’ potential –
A will to malice,
To malcontent, to ******
I seek it south
And at its zenith,
Above dissent,
And the bastion that’d never know
Better, from worse.
So too, I spy it over the sands
And over cave,
Over Manhattan, over perdition,
And over “god,” over greed,
Over "great," and *********
Guaranteed;
A glistening, wrought silver teething,
“Dead,” come one wrong,
Word, or whatnot,
Anything antagonist “corporate,”
Our contradictory content,
Blessed, this,
“Complacency,” – indiscriminate.
Unbeknownst and melancholy-ridden,
The bombs have dropped,
And for some time now,
A sooner to be eternity
Whilst we’ve managed nothing but
The simplest of slumber;
We’re lucid but one second
And sheep more so the years.
The flock afar-critical,
As abstained become the hours,
The minutes, until, “then,”
Atop, “when,”
Whilst we learn again to breathe,
Maybe even dream,
And relieve the nooses continually
Knotted by others –
It’s an imaginary rebellion. Sure.
And I’m sure you’d agree;
Yet still, I soak a nightmare’s sweat
Whilst we gladly assume our
Peasant’s role
And as long as we do,
“They’ll,” gladly assume their
Thrones.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
something wicked
something wicked
this way comes
this way comes
I feel it in my heart and bones
Something in this game of thrones
Some how we are not alone
something wicked this way comes
I can not tell from dark or light
I only know it's out tonight
I know I will keep from sight
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked
Something wicked
This way comes
This way comes
Monster maybe, but not sure
I know I will lock my door
I won't add to the monster's score
Something wicked this way comes
Drinking from a witches brew
Ghosts, and witches, ghoulies too
I'm not going out...are you?
something wicked this way comes
something wicked
something wicked
this way comes
this way comes
I'll stay inside alone tonight
I'll not go out until daylight
Then everything will be alright
Something wicked this way comes
I don't know if it's fake or real
I only know just what I feel
I refuse to be a monster's meal
Something wicked this way comes
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
A form of love
which lost its boundaries
needs to be nurtured from the beginning
to have an ending
love has boundaries
lust has a beginning at every ending
now just shut up and bounce cersei !
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Jamie lannister
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
My father, my father
Now he's going to see
I've proven myself worth a bother
And there's no stopping what I can be
Future king of the islands of iron
And son to the one who they currently worship
Sprung in the hard isles, I was
But raised in the frozen north
I can only imagine the plans father will put forth
Now that I've sailed
Though with an unruly crew
The iron price shall prevail
Because my father says it's true
And he is His Holiness
And the undisputed head of my native land
I can do nothing to quell my hopefulness
On these ****** rocks, on this crimson shore I stand
Now and again though I've been told
That I am Theon of the North
And am a part, no longer, of the isles where I was birthed
I will show my father just who his son has become
****** it in the face of islanders who don't believe in their rightful heir
I've made mistakes, misstepped the side who won
But I am a noble, one born into which I will flair
I'm off home now, though it is my snowfallen one
Where I learned what is right
Where there is no such thing as an "iron price"
One which is embedded in my heart so tight
But I mustn't look back now
At all I have gained from these people and lands
For it's time to wake this sleeping cow
I know it is right when I step foot on the sand
March my men straight back "home"
Sneak up, like proper thieves, and sack my once-called castle
Who would've thought it'd be such a gods-be-damned hassle
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
The story of The Viper and The Mountain, is a sad tale to tell,
but it's really quite a story so listen very well.
There The Mountain was, armor clad and tall.
Before him many men had stood, but every one did fall.
But then a Viper came a calling.
"revenge" he said "revenge"
for the mountain had slew his sister, it was her he meant to avenge.
The Viper stabbed the The Mountains sore, right in his mighty chest.
and so The Mountain fell like any other wall of flesh.
The Viper was a quick man, though not quite that wise, so blind was he by revenge The Mountain caught him by surprise.
The Mountain grabbed The Viper's head, and crushed it like a grape,
And so it was The Viper died, never to avenge his sisters ****
A sad song to be sure, a gruesome tale indeed,
so lets raise our glasses high and forget it over mead.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC