"debtless" poems - Hello Poetry

You can’t deny what is justified Neither the wrists that were crucified And at the peak of His sovereign grace And the crown that pierced the top of His face And we destroyed in our eyes a chunk of mud And yet; He saved the souls of Adams blood He forgave our ignorance and tall some grew And many today through Him become new We were granted a gift you see One so unnatural it shouldn’t be We know it so well it’s like we don’t care But truth is you look at what else He’ll spare You glance at the list and we’re bottom to top And everything else is washed with a mop So may it never be! As Paul would say To belittle such a privileged way I can’t save you from your delay But sovereign is the Lord through Him you may The invitation is written in us now And it’s your choice where you’ll be when our knees will bow Maybe I’m saying this a little too lightly Understand when you’re given a rope, you should hold on tightly For crying out loud do you still not comprehend That others given a soul aren’t lent a hand as a being in God’s creation alone and made to accept a debtless loan Through a process foreign to things known And here we lie guilty and not blown In all evil is God given wrath No escape from a hopeless death So as not so mind-opening as I wanted to be Think to yourself about this significance and see What we live in this life is passionately hated and despised But yet it’s still your choice to either be loved or denied For our helpless minds were those wrists crucified You can’t deny what is justified

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC

psycho-delic

Gift Granted

You can’t deny what is justified Neither the wrists that were crucified And at the peak of His sovereign grace And the crown that pierced the top of His face And we destroyed in our eyes a chunk of mud And yet; He saved the souls of Adams blood He forgave our ignorance and tall some grew And many today through Him become new We were granted a gift you see One so unnatural it shouldn’t be We know it so well it’s like we don’t care But truth is you look at what else He’ll spare You glance at the list and we’re bottom to top And everything else is washed with a mop So may it never be! As Paul would say To belittle such a privileged way I can’t save you from your delay But sovereign is the Lord through Him you may The invitation is written in us now And it’s your choice where you’ll be when our knees will bow Maybe I’m saying this a little too lightly Understand when you’re given a rope, you should hold on tightly For crying out loud do you still not comprehend That others given a soul aren’t lent a hand as a being in God’s creation alone and made to accept a debtless loan Through a process foreign to things known And here we lie guilty and not blown In all evil is God given wrath No escape from a hopeless death So as not so mind-opening as I wanted to be Think to yourself about this significance and see What we live in this life is passionately hated and despised But yet it’s still your choice to either be loved or denied For our helpless minds were those wrists crucified You can’t deny what is justified

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Have I got no future, no friends Caring when others run in fright I would’ve jumped from a great height To relieve this body from its debt Have I got no siblings, no father Crying in blood and tears I would’ve pushed the soul to its limit Near death and out of body experience To relieve this soul from its debt Have I got no mother, no lover Caring with folded hearts I would’ve revolted on my beliefs With the same words I’ve been taught To relieve this mind from its debt But no courage could be found To cure the mind’s actions and commands To risk nothing for the sake of nothing To find a debtless land

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC

YuriMarkovic

Debt

Have I got no future, no friends Caring when others run in fright I would’ve jumped from a great height To relieve this body from its debt Have I got no siblings, no father Crying in blood and tears I would’ve pushed the soul to its limit Near death and out of body experience To relieve this soul from its debt Have I got no mother, no lover Caring with folded hearts I would’ve revolted on my beliefs With the same words I’ve been taught To relieve this mind from its debt But no courage could be found To cure the mind’s actions and commands To risk nothing for the sake of nothing To find a debtless land

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I am this hidden place, motionless within you Piercing your disguises, growing stale You know, the ones you defined with trust Why now put them to waste? The thick and thin—right through you, This swollen tension rises. Provisions fail. Below the grunge, a soul of rust, Has peeled away down to the bone Not a sliver left to shed Corpse identity unknown… Your fate would soon be sealed, In the promises shattered Those scars will never heal, Until you’re debtless ever after The lesions drain the lies Out all except your mouth, And how they cheer in awe Witnessing your downfall, The flames will not subside When you’re begging on the ground, Don’t try to climb the walls The blaze won’t melt their frost, However there is one way out But you must pay the cost.

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Jul 13, 2013

Jul 13, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC

jeffrey-chamberlain

A THOUSAND YARDS AHEAD

I am this hidden place, motionless within you Piercing your disguises, growing stale You know, the ones you defined with trust Why now put them to waste? The thick and thin—right through you, This swollen tension rises. Provisions fail. Below the grunge, a soul of rust, Has peeled away down to the bone Not a sliver left to shed Corpse identity unknown… Your fate would soon be sealed, In the promises shattered Those scars will never heal, Until you’re debtless ever after The lesions drain the lies Out all except your mouth, And how they cheer in awe Witnessing your downfall, The flames will not subside When you’re begging on the ground, Don’t try to climb the walls The blaze won’t melt their frost, However there is one way out But you must pay the cost.

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You go strains of mad when... ...Ambition becomes Eating Your Own Hunger Pains With savaged pride you feel that all you need to achieve in life Can be done faster with gold and good courtship You croon apologies to your ideas and hope they stay. They don't stay. You go strains of mad when... ...Demonic intercession is hailed as miracle You pay your division of a vast tithe into coffers you never see and watch with shame and awe at a penetrative truth working noisily behind curtains. This polls well. You go strains of mad when... ...Dust and diamonds are sold as combi-packs, **** comes in boxes of strict six; for illustrative purposes, if you want four you've got to sell or discard two for your reputation. There's no loyalty card or price-break on bulk. I'm flat broke. You go strains of mad when... ...A nobody sketches you with disarming accuracy Their medium is a third hand snipe relayed with bitter remove No more the taut nymphette lounged aground, on the rocks The naked crystal uniform of your debtless regime, gone. You're a shirt and name-tag girl now. You go strains of mad when... ...Pockets burst outside the Church yard sale The Ministry guilts you into buying all the furniture and music moving it one piece at a time into your life until suddenly you have a Church to burn Just in time for winter.

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Sep 7, 2016

Sep 7, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC

demi-cybulski

Leading Lady Pirate

You go strains of mad when... ...Ambition becomes Eating Your Own Hunger Pains With savaged pride you feel that all you need to achieve in life Can be done faster with gold and good courtship You croon apologies to your ideas and hope they stay. They don't stay. You go strains of mad when... ...Demonic intercession is hailed as miracle You pay your division of a vast tithe into coffers you never see and watch with shame and awe at a penetrative truth working noisily behind curtains. This polls well. You go strains of mad when... ...Dust and diamonds are sold as combi-packs, **** comes in boxes of strict six; for illustrative purposes, if you want four you've got to sell or discard two for your reputation. There's no loyalty card or price-break on bulk. I'm flat broke. You go strains of mad when... ...A nobody sketches you with disarming accuracy Their medium is a third hand snipe relayed with bitter remove No more the taut nymphette lounged aground, on the rocks The naked crystal uniform of your debtless regime, gone. You're a shirt and name-tag girl now. You go strains of mad when... ...Pockets burst outside the Church yard sale The Ministry guilts you into buying all the furniture and music moving it one piece at a time into your life until suddenly you have a Church to burn Just in time for winter.

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yeah i'm angsty, angst-ridden, angst-infested, angst-infected, weren't you (i leave the question marks off rhetoricals because it's only honest) no no no no no more metaphor. i'm crashing headlong into this one: i am a person. i write. i am a writer-person or maybe just a too-clever-person. my parents are in debt, and my parents' parents went back to work at eighty. my friends' parents are debtless and their parents' parents never stopped working. there may only be a year of water left in California, but i need water, i run hot and my skin is uneven from cracking. i'm tired from only resting one eye when i lie in bed, i sleep a solid eight hours each night. (just how sturdy is time)?

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC

foxsuitpoetry

malaise

yeah i'm angsty, angst-ridden, angst-infested, angst-infected, weren't you (i leave the question marks off rhetoricals because it's only honest) no no no no no more metaphor. i'm crashing headlong into this one: i am a person. i write. i am a writer-person or maybe just a too-clever-person. my parents are in debt, and my parents' parents went back to work at eighty. my friends' parents are debtless and their parents' parents never stopped working. there may only be a year of water left in California, but i need water, i run hot and my skin is uneven from cracking. i'm tired from only resting one eye when i lie in bed, i sleep a solid eight hours each night. (just how sturdy is time)?

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To court the chancy chasm, (most reckless child;) you seek to challenge Fate to a dual, as the royals motley fool. Dost thou so deem such a fashion, to debtless guile seek; and to each so bleak must ye be? Why does thy low heart drum again, as sweet dreams burn so far from dim, that no guardian soul thy death upon a whim shall console? No hearty compassion given then shall take a stake in thy very grief to share in your very woe, when your vain needs by Passion driven proves fatal as promised, and joy turns to sorrow’s debt.

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC

jamie-l-cantore

Sorrow’s Debt

To court the chancy chasm, (most reckless child;) you seek to challenge Fate to a dual, as the royals motley fool. Dost thou so deem such a fashion, to debtless guile seek; and to each so bleak must ye be? Why does thy low heart drum again, as sweet dreams burn so far from dim, that no guardian soul thy death upon a whim shall console? No hearty compassion given then shall take a stake in thy very grief to share in your very woe, when your vain needs by Passion driven proves fatal as promised, and joy turns to sorrow’s debt.

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I am this hidden place, motionless within you Piercing your disguises, growing stale You know, the ones you defined with trust Why now put them to waste? The thick and thin—right through you, This swollen tension rises. Provisions fail. Below the grunge, a soul of rust, Has peeled away down to the bone Not a sliver left to shed Corpse identity unknown… Your fate would soon be sealed, In the promises shattered Those scars will never heal, Until you’re debtless ever after The lesions drain the lies Out all except your mouth, And how they cheer in awe Witnessing your downfall, The flames will not subside When you’re begging on the ground, Don’t try to climb the walls The blaze won’t melt their frost, However there is one way out But you must pay the cost.

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC

jeffrey-chamberlain

A Thousand Yards Ahead (repost)

I am this hidden place, motionless within you Piercing your disguises, growing stale You know, the ones you defined with trust Why now put them to waste? The thick and thin—right through you, This swollen tension rises. Provisions fail. Below the grunge, a soul of rust, Has peeled away down to the bone Not a sliver left to shed Corpse identity unknown… Your fate would soon be sealed, In the promises shattered Those scars will never heal, Until you’re debtless ever after The lesions drain the lies Out all except your mouth, And how they cheer in awe Witnessing your downfall, The flames will not subside When you’re begging on the ground, Don’t try to climb the walls The blaze won’t melt their frost, However there is one way out But you must pay the cost.

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