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Sometimes I hate you all, The way you done away to me. How to make a soul crawl, And only in my eyes to see. Darkened days upon us, Forced to question reality. Fear in which to discuss, Truth to run away from and flee. To never tell what said, Haunting the mind till the day died. For more what could be bled, Guilt ridden and fed stone inside. No, I cannot love some - A world where I am numb…
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
The Day I Left You All...
You got to go through the fire to get to the rain You got to keep Being persistent Again and again You have tried and. you have tried For quite a while, You have gone through struggles and so many trials If you want to see the sunshine, Break through the Clouds of gray, Give it another go, and Welcome your Sunny Days It may have been rough, and Had you feeling so blue, but You made it through the fire, and Your Go time is due So, before you give up Your agility is gained Always just remember that Conquer the Fire to get to the rain!!! B.R. Date: 8/15/2025
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
You got to go through the fire to get to the rain
If you stop for one second and listen, you might hear the highway breath and creatures sneak. If you listen close enough you might hear yourself inside always seem to scream. If you were to truly gaze into the mirror you would be terrified. If you were to truly face yourself and tell the difference in your thoughts and the ones that come from outside. If you were to see the slippery slithering lie you told yourself one to many times. We are but yet inescapable to our fate no matter what place we find to hide. We cannot out run it and yet we mask it in denial but there is a court date coming and a Judge to sentence you at trial. Will you be found guilty or will you be one of the fortunate ones who were spared, born again with open eyes? Written by: Ryan Seth Cole
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 9:52 PM UTC
🩸(Blood Moon)🌕 a thief in the night.
Timing is everything We                       Are The.             Last Generation Full.               cup Prin               ciple We’ll                  wait for                   the Right          time tribulation Be         Gins God’s.            will Be                    done We are only as strong as our weakest link In preservation we think Make love, not war What are we fighting for? As in the time of Noah Fighting amongst ourselves America will fall from within On our knees tribulation begins The vultures circle to feast The arrival of Satan‘s beast The smell of death is in the air American’s act without care Living absent of God, unaware When tribulation begins Man’s Sins Will be on full display God‘s wrath has plenty to say God wants our full attention The Bible reveals His full intention
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
As Strong as our Weakest Link
Neither the Mountain to me ought a thorn be, Nor the deep Valley present a hurt to my fall. This Creation, thy little lord should be. This Creation a Song stirred should please. Alas, this Creation a Fallen Man he is. Whence affliction cometh forth? From whence the hurt that ****** my aches? What suffereth my being to wail? And wrought bareness to wholeness of bones? Bringing me to heights, the Mountain should be. Expounding me mysteries, the Valley should delight. Then, why speaketh thou sore distress for my hurt? Why casteth thou down, and exalt my tribulations!!! Hath thou no pleasure in thine maker? Nor any weariness of His rebuke as a sword? Surely, He formed thee whole in perfection, As for me, conceived in darkness of the fallen, Rejoice not in this afford. For grace shall speak, Selah.
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Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
How Things Ought Be
**** knowing you Straight fingers and sated backs Where has an image of power, been? Liberty in a handful of flowers, is what lacks? Curiosity, at the price of privilege? Somber hands, are we a callous voice? Hindrance and silence, with a taste for religion? Has a coping integrity, that supports my choice Dread has known so many... Future shadows, and the grace to be a caring So if, in the name of this, the poise of lending So it, in the name of bliss, a waited hand full of daring So in, to be the confusion of a composed face Placed in wishes that came and went, with muses Such a shrill note, to look and see the stare we pace Sorrow and defiance, forever married to a chastity, which enthuses: Arbitrary liberty's name for pride... Succor and decision's vex, to remember the pardon Of my wealth of sunshine and grounded method, to a sighed Welcome to needs life, to a haste's treasure that is only, a life's question?
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May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Avid Since And Politeness (Having To Go...?)
Let me keep in secrecy the troubles that have befallen me. For if she sees the worries written upon me she's sure to make note and in turn ask me for my reasons of longing. My sudden unbelonging for it is not here I want to be, cast into shadows walking amongst the lost and forgotten treading on a muddy Valley floor whos paths were long worn and trotted with many a misery, and snare. Please let my feet not fail me nor my minds eyes bury me in fear. Let these tribulations befuddle me no more instead place my mind on beauty and lend me a message of hope and prosperity a figurative ladder to reach heights of lights gleaned with Emerald ethereal glow and plate colors pure as snow glown in strewn out rows across the skies like Aurora Borealis
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May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC
Worried knot
WHY _I HAD_ TO _PONDER_ _Wandering exploring to discovery transportation, heading deep into the future_ . Awesome GOD, amazing world, beautiful nature. _No hesitation, feels good to-be found on this sagely planet_ . Wonder why I had to ponder sages are disdained . _While wickedness sustained and ordained amongst the crowd_ . Few are the real found in this mysterious wane full of misery . _War in peace's stead._ Tribulation in place of jubilation. _What growth is found without love? True love is taken un-granted. And deceit granted._ Much more to life than envy jealousy begots evil. _But the power of love conquered poverty._ #c9_fm
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 4:40 AM UTC
WHY I HAD TO PONDER
Truth silenced and condemned Resurrect as Death in your face Believe, pray, be positive, whatever Only the Elect shall hear the Call Liars removed to prove the lie Weeds uprooted that good seeds grow The fruitful pruned for greater fruits And truth shines without sun, moon nor stars All things shall pass But not all in your lifetime All investments shall prosper But not all before your money runs out The old shall pass, and the new shall be The night ends at sunrise Or day ended when night begun The hope for yesterday, not the most wise As the last straw broke the camel's back The last tear drop shall break the dam And the angels' release long past due Their bowls overflowing with the righteous' prayers
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
The New is Come
The faithless believe in belief The idolatry of his will to believe Preyed upon by Balaam the prophet Anointed but evil, speaks truth but lies Promised escape when Tribulation comes For a fake ticket, the faithless sold his soul Does a soldier flee when war arrives? Was not war the call he obeyed? When sun’s hidden and moon’s fallen Light shines most bright on darkened Earth The Covenant is not of bread alone But surely all shall drink the Cup too Israel was embittered against Moses They’re yet slaves, and their burden heavier Pharaoh hardened, proud and defiant Egypt ravaged by plagues and ruined Israel ate unleavened bread and bitter herbs Unseen, the Angel of Death passed over
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
The Tribulation
And I think I love you But I don't ever think I can Ever learn how to love just right So run away from me Run as far as your Dark brown eyes can see Just as soon as you know -Matt Maeson- And I think I love you Which is what scares me because you are good and I am me I am bad at love and I will always be But I don´t ever think I can tell you that I do because I won´t believe believe you do it to since nobody ever will at least I think this way Ever learn how to love just right because I love too much and then to little I push you away to let you back in it is how I am So run away from me or I will do and then I stop because I love you and I hate you with every inch of my body Run as fast as your Dark brown eyes can see those beautiful eyes which I fell for once and then twice the way the shine it drives me crazy Just as soon as you know how difficult it will be how I cry in the night and the things I don´t like how I laugh when I´m scared and cry once I´m mad This song puts it in words the things  I can´t say The constant fear I hold The fear of you and me The fear what may be
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
Tribulations
Israel foreshadowed in Egypt Untouched by the Plaques Passed over by the Destroyer Egypt broken and bowed With strangers, Israel walked free Handsomely ransomed, a nation is born So shall Israel again be in the Tribulation As light for sight and salt to taste And again with strangers In haste and with bitterness Come out of the World Raptured as the First born of God
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
Israel in Egypt
I barely fit in to my own shoes Yet you expect me to fit in yours, too
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
whose shoes
If only you could see What makes rivers flow to seas Brings love back to me
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
a steady flow
It’s the end of business as usual The Lord will strike the nations soon Multitudes in the valley of decision And many will die If you know the Lord Jesus You know why These are the judgements just before The great and terrible Day of the Lord Isaiah 17 soon to be fulfilled Lord God Almighty will strike the nations He doesn’t care about your vacation Seek Him now why you still can Yeshua of Nazareth Is the world’s redeemer and that perfectly righteous God man Normalcy bias is prevalent everywhere Many don’t pay attention Or even care.. It’s the end of seventieth year since Israel became a nation Yes, we are that fig tree generation Multitudes of lukewarm in America and across the world Some think they can decide if they are a boy or a girl.. Manchild of God will soon be caught away That is what will happen on that great and terrible day For the faithful bride of Christ are not appointed to wrath You won’t like life under antichrist Obama It will be a blood bath Black eyed Francis putting together his one world religion But he speaks filthy lies It was his decision To become the false prophet of history Joel 3:18 mentions that the foundations of the earth do shake Revelation 6:12 mentions this great quake The sun will be black Moon as blood red The earth will be strewn about with the lost dead Seeing it is a righteous thing with God to recompense tribulation To them that trouble you; And to you who are troubled rest with us..... (II Thessalonians 2:6-8) Pack your bags and don’t miss the bus The spiritual 144,000 of Israel Those first fruits of the barley harvest Will be taken to a place of safety soon We will return to spread the gospel of Lord Jesus Christ by June Or around that time The summer being the time of Shavuot Leviticus 23 is a parallel and we can see That the bride of Christ Jesus has reached a critical time in history It begins with “when he came into the land” An allusion to that place of safety the Lord has prepared For the bride, a place for us to hide, For we are the eternal enemies of the dragon and the dark side Read Revelation 12 if you want to know what will occur soon Signs in the heavens last few years And seven consecutive blood moons Showing perfect symmetry The Lord has placed them as signals So you can see That Jesus is the eternal God of history 5 g networks sprouting up across the globe And instantaneous connectivity It’s not all it’s cracked up to be Great deception is coming soon On the day of the blood red moon Joel 3:21 says the Lord will punish the host Of high ones that are on high Nephilim will come with their ships Out of the sky Yes they have the ability to take on the form of human beings But things are not what they seem Do not be fooled They are not the creators of man But they will be spewing this nonsense That is their wicked plan Out of their ships come multicolored lights The lost are drawn like moths What a terrible sight And they will return with the mark of the beast as well A sure ticket to hell It’s all about control Satan wants your soul In this prison planet Jesus Christ of Nazareth is the only way Repent of your sins and turn to him today The mark of the beast will corrupt human DNA Introducing genetic material of the fallen ones Across the nation You won’t here this on your local station FEMA camps are good to go Marshall Law will soon be here in America Don’t you know? First it will start with civil war And who are you fighting for? Come off the fence Call on Lord Jesus while you can He is the all powerful God man Who paid the price for your sins on the tree at Calgary There is no political solution To a spiritual problem Trump is the spiritual forerunner of the one to come And I guarantee you he’s not a lot of fun Noahide laws will be in place across the globe soon Trump will divide Israel And the Lord will divide the USA This land and other nations Have a price to pay For their wickedness and sin “Timber” says the Lord Jesus America is a tree that rots from  within And you know the worldwide economy Is a house of cards A final collapse to the American dollar soon to come The FED will print and print Inflation is not fun.... You won’t want to be here for great tribulation At the midpoint, the antichrist sets up the abomination of desolation It’s the image of the beast That will be in the Temple of God Literal and physical too Don’t bow down to the image Really not good for you... For out of its mouth comes a laser beam The nations were crying “peace and safety” in February 2019 But things are not what they seem Tensions with Israel and Iran’s proxies running high Now rockets fired at Aleppo soar through the sky Damascus will be a ruinous heap Do you know about the Lord and the promises He keeps? He is the Word of God Faithful and True And he shed His perfect blood for you Repent and turn to Him today And join the army of the Lord is what I say Ezekiel 38:18,19 and Ezekiel 39:6-8 Tell the story of the Lord striking Russia, Turkey, and Iran These and other nations that come against Israel Will be destroyed by God It is his plan The Day of the Lord will begin On that day Warning, warning.... This is a short time away
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
End of Days
It’s the end of business as usual The Lord will strike the nations soon Multitudes in the valley of decision And many will die If you know the Lord Jesus You know why These are the judgements just before The great and terrible Day of the Lord Isaiah 17 soon to be fulfilled Lord God Almighty will strike the nations He doesn’t care about your vacation Seek Him now why you still can Yeshua of Nazareth Is the world’s redeemer and that perfectly righteous God man Normalcy bias is prevalent everywhere Many don’t pay attention Or even care.. It’s the end of seventieth year since Israel became a nation Yes, we are that fig tree generation Multitudes of lukewarm in America and across the world Some think they can decide if they are a boy or a girl.. Manchild of God will soon be caught away That is what will happen on that great and terrible day For the faithful bride of Christ are not appointed to wrath You won’t like life under antichrist Obama It will be a blood bath Black eyed Francis putting together his one world religion But he speaks filthy lies It was his decision To become the false prophet of history Joel 3:18 mentions that the foundations of the earth do shake Revelation 6:12 mentions this great quake The sun will be black Moon as blood red The earth will be strewn about with the lost dead Seeing it is a righteous thing with God to recompense tribulation To them that trouble you; And to you who are troubled rest with us..... (II Thessalonians 2:6-8) Pack your bags and don’t miss the bus The spiritual 144,000 of Israel Those first fruits of the barley harvest Will be taken to a place of safety soon We will return to spread the gospel of Lord Jesus Christ by June Or around that time The summer being the time of Shavuot Leviticus 23 is a parallel and we can see That the bride of Christ Jesus has reached a critical time in history It begins with “when he came into the land” An allusion to that place of safety the Lord has prepared For the bride, a place for us to hide, For we are the eternal enemies of the dragon and the dark side Read Revelation 12 if you want to know what will occur soon Signs in the heavens last few years And seven consecutive blood moons Showing perfect symmetry The Lord has placed them as signals So you can see That Jesus is the eternal God of history 5 g networks sprouting up across the globe And instantaneous connectivity It’s not all it’s cracked up to be Great deception is coming soon On the day of the blood red moon Joel 3:21 says the Lord will punish the host Of high ones that are on high Nephilim will come with their ships Out of the sky Yes they have the ability to take on the form of human beings But things are not what they seem Do not be fooled They are not the creators of man But they will be spewing this nonsense That is their wicked plan Out of their ships come multicolored lights The lost are drawn like moths What a terrible sight And they will return with the mark of the beast as well A sure ticket to hell It’s all about control Satan wants your soul In this prison planet Jesus Christ of Nazareth is the only way Repent of your sins and turn to him today The mark of the beast will corrupt human DNA Introducing genetic material of the fallen ones Across the nation You won’t here this on your local station FEMA camps are good to go Marshall Law will soon be here in America Don’t you know? First it will start with civil war And who are you fighting for? Come off the fence Call on Lord Jesus while you can He is the all powerful God man Who paid the price for your sins on the tree at Calgary There is no political solution To a spiritual problem Trump is the spiritual forerunner of the one to come And I guarantee you he’s not a lot of fun Noahide laws will be in place across the globe soon Trump will divide Israel And the Lord will divide the USA This land and other nations Have a price to pay For their wickedness and sin “Timber” says the Lord Jesus America is a tree that rots from  within And you know the worldwide economy Is a house of cards A final collapse to the American dollar soon to come The FED will print and print Inflation is not fun.... You won’t want to be here for great tribulation At the midpoint, the antichrist sets up the abomination of desolation It’s the image of the beast That will be in the Temple of God Literal and physical too Don’t bow down to the image Really not good for you... For out of its mouth comes a laser beam The nations were crying “peace and safety” in February 2019 But things are not what they seem Tensions with Israel and Iran’s proxies running high Now rockets fired at Aleppo soar through the sky Damascus will be a ruinous heap Do you know about the Lord and the promises He keeps? He is the Word of God Faithful and True And he shed His perfect blood for you Repent and turn to Him today And join the army of the Lord is what I say Ezekiel 38:18,19 and Ezekiel 39:6-8 Tell the story of the Lord striking Russia, Turkey, and Iran These and other nations that come against Israel Will be destroyed by God It is his plan The Day of the Lord will begin On that day Warning, warning.... This is a short time away
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A collision of matter created and never destroyed. Universes interlaced within the same sphere. Holy in nature. 7 year tribulation of souls 7 years of finding truth — Interlocked fingers; carve yourself back into me. Understand there is no god within this realm — A constant creation of all things. A destroyer of the divine.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
Abeyance
From the shining heavens, to the depths of hell, are countless places, in which mortals dwell. People like me, who are simple and free, search for happiness, wherever it may be. Yet the obstacles are endless, countless and limitless. Every goal we set creates another one, harder. Progressing toward, the highest of the heavens, eventually even we, begin to falter. We see that the joys that money may bring, a life of pleasure, girls and spring, are ephemeral, illusory, temporary like the wind. A short term high, like drugs taken at a whim. These joys and pleasures, and the highs it may bring, Are no different from the crude, happiness of dreams. Experiencing them when either rich or poor, the difference is legality, for good or for ill. Yet the heavens are temporary, the joys are too. Whatever once brought us there, can bring us down too. Navigating the clouds, transparent as can be. Fragile like the pleasures that one enjoys within thee. Striving so hard to maintain this modicum of joy, we lose sight of it all, overwhelmed by turmoil. Eventually our attention laxes, our focus disbands, we descend to the hells, all joys out of hand. All the happiness we seek, seemingly gone from thee, we forget that their joys are as temporary as can be. Mistakenly seeing it as the source which we seek, we chase them relentlessly, bringing others with thee. Confusing ourselves, and others who follow me, we end up on a path, both hellish and heavenly. These conflicting experiences, strengthening within me, I become conflicted, as do others who join me. Soon we all forget, what is happiness and joy. Seeking a fleeting, temporary ploy. Deceiving us of happiness, the peace within thee, Eventually we die, no happiness within me. If only I saw what was in front of me. If only I overcame the senses which deceived me. If only I realized the truth of one, that both heaven and hell, are meant to be undone. We separate the two, splitting humans in two, where some enjoy good, and the rest make do. Mistaking happiness, to be the fleeting joy of bliss, we no longer see, that true joy is in this. Enduring pain, experiencing ease. Overwhelming the tribulation with true inner peace. From this all shackles become undone, for there is nothing, left to be done.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Tribulation
From the shining heavens, to the depths of hell, are countless places, in which mortals dwell. People like me, who are simple and free, search for happiness, wherever it may be. Yet the obstacles are endless, countless and limitless. Every goal we set creates another one, harder. Progressing toward, the highest of the heavens, eventually even we, begin to falter. We see that the joys that money may bring, a life of pleasure, girls and spring, are ephemeral, illusory, temporary like the wind. A short term high, like drugs taken at a whim. These joys and pleasures, and the highs it may bring, Are no different from the crude, happiness of dreams. Experiencing them when either rich or poor, the difference is legality, for good or for ill. Yet the heavens are temporary, the joys are too. Whatever once brought us there, can bring us down too. Navigating the clouds, transparent as can be. Fragile like the pleasures that one enjoys within thee. Striving so hard to maintain this modicum of joy, we lose sight of it all, overwhelmed by turmoil. Eventually our attention laxes, our focus disbands, we descend to the hells, all joys out of hand. All the happiness we seek, seemingly gone from thee, we forget that their joys are as temporary as can be. Mistakenly seeing it as the source which we seek, we chase them relentlessly, bringing others with thee. Confusing ourselves, and others who follow me, we end up on a path, both hellish and heavenly. These conflicting experiences, strengthening within me, I become conflicted, as do others who join me. Soon we all forget, what is happiness and joy. Seeking a fleeting, temporary ploy. Deceiving us of happiness, the peace within thee, Eventually we die, no happiness within me. If only I saw what was in front of me. If only I overcame the senses which deceived me. If only I realized the truth of one, that both heaven and hell, are meant to be undone. We separate the two, splitting humans in two, where some enjoy good, and the rest make do. Mistaking happiness, to be the fleeting joy of bliss, we no longer see, that true joy is in this. Enduring pain, experiencing ease. Overwhelming the tribulation with true inner peace. From this all shackles become undone, for there is nothing, left to be done.
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"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalms 34:18 Ive already broken satan's gravtational pull. Refuse to let him bring me down. All I can do is go up Lord. Higher in you. Lord I'm already broken. Heart already cut open. Commence surgery. Cardiac arrest me. Let me die to my flesh so that you can renew me. Clean my heart so that it beats purely. Flesh of your flesh. Bone of your bone. You created me in your image. Your clone. So let my ways mirror yours. Lord be the center of my life. My core. Let my heart be patient. Let my words be kind. Let my thoughts be pure. Lord protect my mind. Though I cry Lord catch these tears. Though I stand in the unknown Lord calm my fears. Take my hand. Hold me close. Lead me beside your still waters. Don't let me go. Just know these words are sincere. I NEED YOU! I NEED YOU! Lord hear my prayer.
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
I NEED YOU!
Awesome feeling , witnessing God's power , your own fear , knowing no one can save you . You're really all alone , but one must keep tracking on .
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Life's Stormy Seas
From the time I first recognized The presence of a painful hold Upon my heart, I realized That sadness can sometimes feel cold. Chills can spread throughout your body, You can't utter a single word. This torment almost seems ungodly, Your mind and soul soon start to blur. Why I have to acquaint myself With such woeful misery Just seems so unnecessary, A bleak and pious mystery. It's not like anybody else Would consider it as fair, But still, I know somebody's there To help me flee this ****** despair. The love of your life, beloved friend, Endearing, caring counterpart, The one who always will depend On the unity of your hearts Will nurture you the best they can Until you're ready to return To the life both of you began, Free of the shackles you once spurned. Wherever we decide to go, There's something I'll forever know: Inside my heart, you have a place No foulness could hope to erase!
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
Lessen the Burden
In burnt out scenes I lingered like some old lab rat or some apocalyptic cockroach glowing in the dark and still existing in this modern wasteland. Vegas is an illusion 1 billion bright lights shining out in the distance with no true soul or depth. She was the past and I was too old to look back. Or maybe just too jaded my ego too big to fathom her ways. You are a mystery a unwritten story best left untold no true emotion and an endless supply ******** to keep you warm. There is solace in isolation a madman's prison the paradise to troubled thoughts I had everything my drugs my ***** my addictions serve me well. And as for you my dear. I will see you tonight rapped in lace and bound by secrets. I will see you for only the way you choose me to see you. There are no true answers to questions only more stories. And she was a chapter unto herself passion, hatred, love, all things she had learned served her as my addictions suited me. We would meet again for fools in the storm often take shelter anywhere they can. I never wrote a mystery until I met her.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
You Are A Mystery
The powdery snow flutters down, coloring the mountain ridge white The two inside a run-down house in a desolate village huddle together in the winter night “It’d also been snowing the day we’d met,” you murmured with a smile And I’d hidden my face flushed from the hearth within the shadow of your large sleeve With a breath of joy, I sang of spring’s arrival along with the chirping birds “Your voice is beautiful,” you told me, and that alone, just those words, made me so happy *“If someday, I no longer had this beautiful voice, would you still, even then, love me?” “Of course,”* you said, smiling gently as your large hand softly stroked my cheek One leaf-lit summer afternoon, you collapsed from illness Our poor married life couldn’t afford the medicine to cure it The next day, along with the following, I did nothing but intently weave I wouldn’t let your life fall like the short-lived autumn leaves The seasons flow by The bell crickets mark the end of summer with their cries “Your fingers are beautiful,” you told me, gripping my wound-covered hands, but yours were much too cold… *“If someday, I no longer had these beautiful fingers, would you still, even then, love me?” “Of course,”* you said, coughing as your large hands caressed my hurting fingers Day and night, don’t stop weaving Hurry, hurry, I need to buy the medicine… Just a bit more, ony a bit more; before the autumn leaves fall Until these fingers can’t move… Until these feathers are used up… *“If someday, I were no longer a human, would you still love me?”* The truth I feared left unable to be told, I softly pluck the final feather alone… “Of course,” I say, smiling I promised I’d embrace you when you lost your wings And that crane which had beautifully taken flight that day, I’ve never forgotten, and still remember, even now And just like always, I love you
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
Feathers Across the Seasons
The powdery snow flutters down, coloring the mountain ridge white The two inside a run-down house in a desolate village huddle together in the winter night “It’d also been snowing the day we’d met,” you murmured with a smile And I’d hidden my face flushed from the hearth within the shadow of your large sleeve With a breath of joy, I sang of spring’s arrival along with the chirping birds “Your voice is beautiful,” you told me, and that alone, just those words, made me so happy *“If someday, I no longer had this beautiful voice, would you still, even then, love me?” “Of course,”* you said, smiling gently as your large hand softly stroked my cheek One leaf-lit summer afternoon, you collapsed from illness Our poor married life couldn’t afford the medicine to cure it The next day, along with the following, I did nothing but intently weave I wouldn’t let your life fall like the short-lived autumn leaves The seasons flow by The bell crickets mark the end of summer with their cries “Your fingers are beautiful,” you told me, gripping my wound-covered hands, but yours were much too cold… *“If someday, I no longer had these beautiful fingers, would you still, even then, love me?” “Of course,”* you said, coughing as your large hands caressed my hurting fingers Day and night, don’t stop weaving Hurry, hurry, I need to buy the medicine… Just a bit more, ony a bit more; before the autumn leaves fall Until these fingers can’t move… Until these feathers are used up… *“If someday, I were no longer a human, would you still love me?”* The truth I feared left unable to be told, I softly pluck the final feather alone… “Of course,” I say, smiling I promised I’d embrace you when you lost your wings And that crane which had beautifully taken flight that day, I’ve never forgotten, and still remember, even now And just like always, I love you
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Isolation breeds these ill thoughts I nourish with no intent nor consciousness. I bore my mind and my heart with hope and trust. Yet still I remain. Through touch we fell into, never too far, for I became comforted. Was it not mutual?
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Unrequited
Fulfill the dreams of yearning heart Under the arch lights, bathed in glory Reminiscing the path that you took Forlorn and strewn with hurdles At times an effortless glide ahead Blended with mixed fortunes Inching towards the destination Trial of patience as going gets tough Dreams will be fulfilled, after tribulations Don’t stop dreaming just yet Ignore the furtive glances of cynics Dreams are to be nurtured and fulfilled
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Achieving Dreams
I am thankful for the struggle. Only in death, in the turbulence of losing everything that I am, do I feel alive. Existing in moments such as these, where the continuum of ones own way of life isn't guaranteed, it allows me to have an overwhelming appreciation for what I have here, in this moment.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Appreciation for Tribulation