"dethrones" poems
Welcome to my nightmare of monstrosity,
A view, deep within a person's atrocity.
We live in a world where evil dethrones,
All what is left where light once shone.
From the depths, once we dreamed...
Now we crawl hiding from the beast within,
Through the infernal flames, we walked
Out from the darkness, once we thought.
It's endless and so it seems!
The suffering won't just die from within,
It rages through like blazing fire,
Devouring all of you and your desires.
What makes a nightmare? What makes it real?
Perhaps you're not dreaming? Maybe it's how it seems?
Waking up hoping for a difference,
Then forcing oneself to sleep
Just to pretend, to try escaping it!
With the absence of illusion one may suffer, not knowing the truth!
Does it matter now? When you're consumed and left nothing to lose.
Just go on live your life! Or just end it! Enough design your demise!
Hiding, Cowering in the dark! Just to know you're all alone...
A living nightmare worst than when you're asleep,
No point of escaping either way you will face defeat.
For it is you who won't let go! Addicted with the affliction!
For you feed your demons with fears and desolation!
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
The winding whispers of a newborn leaf
Uncurl its muted rhymes
And weave the Lord’s eternal song
Among the trails of time
God’s risen Son reclaims our souls
To rouse a slumbering earth
And spins a fragrant melody
That mirrors our rebirth
Mingling shadows shake the stillness
Ringing through the trees
In hushed remembrance of the ancient cross
That held salvation’s key.
Faded murmurs of the Savior’s voice
Engulf the rambling sky
To wrap her soul in solitude
Where untouched dreams reside
The rosy frailty of a budding branch
Dethrones its broken past
Hung with the breath of dormant hopes
Resurrected at long last
My wild wanderings lead me back
Where the wide-eyed crocus stirs
A transient token of abiding grace
As long as faith endures
From Christ’s surrender arose new life
Where the light of redemption springs
His footsteps call my spirit home
Borne on eternity’s wings.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
pineapple light sparks
flowing life reflecting on
opals deviation
lunar queen goes for a rest
amber king dethrones her
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
The angels watching over me
to hold me as I sleep
the father with the Earth in hands
My soul is his to keep
My mother's mother's fairy tales
her daughters blinding trust
When tragedy and misery
convince her that she must
In wooden pews and basement rooms
with bible tightly clutched
I listened to the fairy tales, the fables forming rust
On alter I held out my hands
to catch the chunk of bread
That pastor always said to me
where flesh of the son long dead
Fifteen years of song and dance
Fifteen years of grace
Fifteen years spent listening
their stories gone to waste
But the world grows larger
the questions too
and the faith is quickly lost
replaced by science, philosophy
common sense dethrones the cross
I want so desperately to believe
for your sake more than mine
Eternal life is a dream to me
but I hate to see you cry
My mother's mother passed her faith
by my mother I have failed
She prays for me each day and night
but her worries I can't assail
Oh mother, mother can't you see
this faith is yours not mine
The word of God is not enough
but maybe, give me time.
Angels I have heard on high
in God I place my trust
It's the son, the cross, that I decline
He's your savior, not mine.
As angels lay me down to sleep
I hope one day you'll see
My mother's mother's parables
lend no comfort to me
Oh mother, mother can't you see
it kills me when you pray
for something I cannot give you
and by each passing day
your expectations grind at me
they make it hard to stay
Oh mother, mother I'm begging you
don't push me away
The father watching over us
holds me as I sleep
and comforts me each night as my anxiety will creep
into me heart, I trust in him
but thats all I can give
let it be enough for you
I'm trying, let me live.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Ring ring, screamed the teens phone,
Ding **** cried the bell,
No ones answered a door for a friend,
Since the great wifi curtain fell,
Pay no attention to what you can be,
A wonderful world awaits,
Ran by blood and money,
Oh! The beauty of business baits,
The one true God,
the almighty dollar,
Dethrones that fraud.
And silences a Hollar.
Why feed the hungry,
When you can feed yourself,
Why give clean water,
When you can stock your shelf?
Well maybe I'm just tired,
Of always making excuses,
And maybe im just sick,
Of the horrible things we do,
I want a world desired,
Otherwise we're all useless.
I've given up on the *****
That claims he wants what's best for you.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
A few hold a wall in front of them.
Pretending to be someone they are not.
Trying to impress the world.
Trying to impress themselves.
We sometimes try too hard to impress that we forget what we are doing.
True friends "may" see through farcades, true friends "will" love you for who you are.... without the pretending.
We stick ourselves in this teenage mindset, thinking that we have to be perfect, flaws are a bad thing. Life has ended before it could begin.
We need to understand that facades, is not open, and dethrones our true nature. For one to love us we need to love yourselves first. ;)
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
one fair Sunday, air will flow beneath me
I'll fly above palm trees and the blue sea
so when sunrise dethrones the fireflies
I'll be the eagle surfing sapphire skies
but send an angel to teach me blasphemy
as I'm mortal without the chemistry
to soar up and touch heaven’s canopy
God decrees 'humans aren't feathery'
so, rise defiant and grow my wings through
to glide as a jet, one man crew and say ‘I flew’
but when God gets a clue to what we do
he will fire you and strike me through
but not before that fair wind lifts my wings
to see beyond the things fit just for kings
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
I getting for the world, ready of the droll
The time-traveling honors never flowed
The feet on your flannel and the drink's in a smiling cup
Of seminal poetry, and the frisky stations that keep your cuckoo rockin'
In my present state of mind in the frame of the dogma
The dogs of the militants and edicts of the enemy
Listing your killings like the million operations
Like a speck of dust in the billions
The thousands waste and die and roll in the deep
Making my feet crawl in underwood for the dance
In the floor of the stop and the eighteen run-outs
And drive-ins could n't the flops and shows that sheet curled
Of the bar that was dry, saying this will be the day that I bite
Look if this ***** won't feel
Like the records on the old store shelf, reading these books is like music
The feelings so unusual, and the years are so beautiful
Will you get older with the seams on your face which smile when
Being at the broken edges seems right, I just about cut enough about
How cute you look when you are mine, in this plasticine face
Pinch of dust and light as leaves and the weather
Light as a feather, the discord, and the beat goes on
On a dethrones, the kings of their station of kings so cross
Turning around a creamy ****** coming hard on
With a hot fever and this unusual day will be when I die
Living beyond my dignity, and the price and the rights I print
According to my name, to fund it in vain and funnel it out
Of luck and stunted growth and the shortness has got me in the breath
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC