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Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
The perfect Christmas gift—
not because we've been so good
but because we couldn't be
"Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress. In the past He humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future He will honor Galilee of the Gentiles, by the way of the sea, along the Jordan-- The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on His shoulders. And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty ***, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."   Isaiah 9:1-2,6

"'She will give birth to a son, and you are to give Him the name Jesus, because He will save His people from their sins.'"  Matthew 1:21

~~~
Ilion gray Sep 10
I don’t want to be a ghost in the dark
Spaces of your universe
where there was never any light;
A chasm teeming with loveless
Vengeful demons,
nothing returns;
I don't belong there.....

I don’t want to haunt you

Nor do I want you to haunt me;

Lest we be buried side by side
Beneath a 60 year old willow tree
That rises instead of weeps
It's leaves reaching
For falling rain
Just as I have stood
In the throat of the storm
Waiting
Wanting
For your words
But the silence
Is black
As the outskirts of
Space
Where no-thing
Begins or ends
I am adrift
And I will drift
At the will of the stars
Across the ageless seas
Of essence
I will not let the water
Touch me
that each
Drip of the infinite deep
Is a number
Only *** knows
Look! I saw
Unknown waves
Rise above the tide
And swallow the clouds

   I am
                  A  Phantom
                  


I have excavated the apartment
for  every
Scent of you;
I use yours and our sons
clothes for sheets
Otherwise
I would never sleep.
I would die
In this loveless house.
      I would live,
only if I could
stay quietly beside
your two souls;

listening to the language
your body

Speaks,

I would only hold you

while you sleep;

I would never wake up

I will refuse to breathe;
Dying before you leave…
To live eternally in that dream..
I no longer want to be a
human-being

Only  a “being”

Being human
comes with too many amendments
and clauses

Too many excuses written in our dna

I do not remember when I came.

Humans only live once..

A being,
can begin again..

So tonight
til time indefinite,

I am nameless...

Until you name me,

You can only name me ,
If you lift me

I will die nameless

Until you miss me
Ilion gray Jan 2015
In an instant with clash of
Anxious elements
You came reaching into existence
the moon that does not belong
To earth, told me you would
Come,
She fortold,
how you would be born
Between the great extremes-
Of Summer's light that
Gives us smiles,
The joy of love
Yet long are her days,
Her rays shining relentlessly
setting  fire
To forest,
Sweeping
Through cities
Yet,
Leaving ,
It's
Dust and ash in piles
Of us,

Until there is not a sound,
Nor a single rooftop left
Atop any building/
Now
the heat warps  the wood
Peeling back the ceilings
the fingers of
Flames digging in
Through the opening
Like a child
eating cereal out  of the box
Devouring every piece,
Even the broken
And crumbled
Eating up everything
******* up the emptiness
Until
The air is weak adrift
Scarcely ,
in strips of space.

  Parts of those things are in you
Yet,  you were also drawn from,
the strength of
Winters hands,
Reaching
Through stairs of clouds
And Suffocating the heat from the sun,
Then Walking over the earth
His feet a raging wind
Leaving footprints,
Of dead men.

You, are the first son of the first son.
Only *** could name you..
That day, I stayed in the field
from morning
Till the hour became blue
I waited in the wild,

Waiting for a storm-
when it came,
I stood at its feet,
I listened to the myriads of voices
Of the rain
Listening
for a single word
Entering mid heaven
A word that only I could
Hear, spoken in a language
That was written in my blood.

You my son, were given a name
That will never end,
You who will rebel against the tyranny of time,
You who will preserve the tablets
Of the days I have witnessed
Of the things seen and what is yet to be
Of the things that only you will know
Of the choice that you must make
To search for the almighty
Or live silently among the liars
waiting through the seasons,
Until the dreamless nights endless come to you.
Of these days it seems *** has left us,
Know this: he is there,
look for him..while he is still to be found.


And you will sing ‘til your lungs give in
To the killing wind
And though *** no longer hears the children cry
You will transcend in a roar
Shall raise a sea of stone eyes
And in the darkest place
upon the eldest star
in the emptiest stitch of heaven
Where the angels go to die,
*** will hear your song
wrapped In whispering drops
Of rain traveling in reverse
Towards heaven
Perhaps he will remember
that we are here,
My son,  you must try..
To raise the eyes of men
Holding hands to cross the street
Feel the sand under my feet
The way you twirl me, like a cotton candy man
I feel so girly as you wind each curly strand

When I'm growing up too fast
And the world demands a lady
You remind me of my past,
Though it often might evade me

Summer days and autumn leaves
Wading through the endless trees
The way you hold me when I just can't sleep at night
I lay there coldly as you slowly soothe my mind


After all is said and done,
So thankful you're the one
To bring back the daughter in me
Song lyrics for a country tune, written from the perspective of a husband-seeking daughter grown up.
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