#tribulation
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…
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
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
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 9:52 PM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
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.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
**** 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?
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
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
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC
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
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 4:40 AM UTC
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
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
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
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
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
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
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
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
I barely fit in to my own shoes
Yet you expect me to fit in yours, too
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
If only you could see
What makes rivers flow to seas
Brings love back to me
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
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
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
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.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
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.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
"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.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
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 .
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
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!
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
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.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
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?
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
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
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
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.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC