"eloi" poems - Hello Poetry

Save thyself and come down From the cross Likewise also the chief priests Mocking said amongst themselves With the scribes he saved other's Himself he cannot save Let Christ the king of Israel Descend now from the cross That we may see and believe And they that were crucified with him reviled him And when the sixth hour was come there was darkness Over the whole of the land until the ninth hour And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice Saying Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani? Which is being interpreted as My God My God why hast thou forsaken me? And entering into the sepulchre they saw a young man Sitting on the right side clothed in a long white garment And they were affrighted and he said unto them be not affrighted Now when Jesus was risen early in the first day of the week He appeared first to Mary Magdalene out of whom he had cast seven devils and when she told them that he had had been with him as they mourned and wept and they heard he was alive believed not And he said unto them go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved but he that believeth not shall be ****** and these signs shall follow them that believe and in my name shall thy cast out devils they shall speak with new tongues they shall take up serpents and if they drink deadly things it shall not hurt them they shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover so then after the Lord had spoken unto them he was received up into heaven and sat on the right side of God and they went forth and preached every where the Lord working with them and confirming the words with signs following Amen.

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC

ahmad-cox

New Beginnings

Save thyself and come down From the cross Likewise also the chief priests Mocking said amongst themselves With the scribes he saved other's Himself he cannot save Let Christ the king of Israel Descend now from the cross That we may see and believe And they that were crucified with him reviled him And when the sixth hour was come there was darkness Over the whole of the land until the ninth hour And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice Saying Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani? Which is being interpreted as My God My God why hast thou forsaken me? And entering into the sepulchre they saw a young man Sitting on the right side clothed in a long white garment And they were affrighted and he said unto them be not affrighted Now when Jesus was risen early in the first day of the week He appeared first to Mary Magdalene out of whom he had cast seven devils and when she told them that he had had been with him as they mourned and wept and they heard he was alive believed not And he said unto them go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved but he that believeth not shall be ****** and these signs shall follow them that believe and in my name shall thy cast out devils they shall speak with new tongues they shall take up serpents and if they drink deadly things it shall not hurt them they shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover so then after the Lord had spoken unto them he was received up into heaven and sat on the right side of God and they went forth and preached every where the Lord working with them and confirming the words with signs following Amen.

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I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow mother as she dabbles To-morrow's diver in her ***** milk, Bisected shadows on the thunder's bone Bolt for the salt unborn. The fellow half was frozen as it bubbled Corrosive spring out of the iceberg's crop, The fellow seed and shadow as it babbled The swing of milk was tufted in the pap, For half of love was planted in the lost, And the unplanted ghost. The broken halves are fellowed in a ******* The crutch that marrow taps upon their sleep, Limp in the street of sea, among the rabble Of tide-tongued heads and bladders in the deep, And stake the sleepers in the savage grave That the vampire laugh. The patchwork halves were cloven as they scudded The wild pigs' wood, and slime upon the trees, ******* the dark, kissed on the cyanide, And loosed the braiding adders from their hairs, Rotating halves are horning as they drill The arterial angel. What colour is glory? death's feather? tremble The halves that pierce the pin's point in the air, And ***** the thumb-stained heaven through the thimble. The ghost is dumb that stammered in the straw, The ghost that hatched his havoc as he flew Blinds their cloud-tracking eye. II My world is pyramid. The padded mummer Weeps on the desert ochre and the salt Incising summer. My Egypt's armour buckling in its sheet, I scrape through resin to a starry bone And a blood parhelion. My world is cypress, and an English valley. I piece my flesh that rattled on the yards Red in an Austrian volley. I hear, through dead men's drums, the riddled lads, ******** their bowels from a hill of bones, Cry Eloi to the guns. My grave is watered by the crossing Jordan. The Arctic scut, and basin of the South, Drip on my dead house garden. Who seek me landward, marking in my mouth The straws of Asia, lose me as I turn Through the Atlantic corn. The fellow halves that, cloven as they swivel On casting tides, are tangled in the shells, Bearding the unborn devil, Bleed from my burning fork and smell my heels. The tongue's of heaven gossip as I glide Binding my angel's hood. Who blows death's feather? What glory is colour? I blow the stammel feather in the vein. The **** is glory in a working pallor. My clay unsuckled and my salt unborn, The secret child, I sift about the sea Dry in the half-tracked thigh.

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Dylan Thomas

My World Is Pyramid

I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow mother as she dabbles To-morrow's diver in her ***** milk, Bisected shadows on the thunder's bone Bolt for the salt unborn. The fellow half was frozen as it bubbled Corrosive spring out of the iceberg's crop, The fellow seed and shadow as it babbled The swing of milk was tufted in the pap, For half of love was planted in the lost, And the unplanted ghost. The broken halves are fellowed in a ******* The crutch that marrow taps upon their sleep, Limp in the street of sea, among the rabble Of tide-tongued heads and bladders in the deep, And stake the sleepers in the savage grave That the vampire laugh. The patchwork halves were cloven as they scudded The wild pigs' wood, and slime upon the trees, ******* the dark, kissed on the cyanide, And loosed the braiding adders from their hairs, Rotating halves are horning as they drill The arterial angel. What colour is glory? death's feather? tremble The halves that pierce the pin's point in the air, And ***** the thumb-stained heaven through the thimble. The ghost is dumb that stammered in the straw, The ghost that hatched his havoc as he flew Blinds their cloud-tracking eye. II My world is pyramid. The padded mummer Weeps on the desert ochre and the salt Incising summer. My Egypt's armour buckling in its sheet, I scrape through resin to a starry bone And a blood parhelion. My world is cypress, and an English valley. I piece my flesh that rattled on the yards Red in an Austrian volley. I hear, through dead men's drums, the riddled lads, ******** their bowels from a hill of bones, Cry Eloi to the guns. My grave is watered by the crossing Jordan. The Arctic scut, and basin of the South, Drip on my dead house garden. Who seek me landward, marking in my mouth The straws of Asia, lose me as I turn Through the Atlantic corn. The fellow halves that, cloven as they swivel On casting tides, are tangled in the shells, Bearding the unborn devil, Bleed from my burning fork and smell my heels. The tongue's of heaven gossip as I glide Binding my angel's hood. Who blows death's feather? What glory is colour? I blow the stammel feather in the vein. The **** is glory in a working pallor. My clay unsuckled and my salt unborn, The secret child, I sift about the sea Dry in the half-tracked thigh.

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Jesus, Son of The Father Hanging on a Roman Cross Pierced for the iniquity of men Killed for the love of His bride With nails in His hands Swords in His sides Thorns on His head His body slain The body to feed His bride His blood poured The blood to quench the Church "This is my body" To eat of it To feed the bride. The Body of Christ, The Bread of Heaven To delight in the Holy Eucharist, The spiritual feast, in Communion with God To worship the Holy Name of the Savior "This is my blood" To drink of it To quench the bride. The Blood of Christ, The Cup of Salvation To delight in the Holy Eucharist The spiritual feast, in Communion with God To worship the Holy Name of the Savior Hanging on the Roman Cross God, The Son Himself crying to the Father "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachtani?" "My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?" Plagued by the false view of the Father The pagan god in the hearts of men Inherited with the humanity of The Son While the sin of man Hangs with the Son of Man The earth shaking And hearts breaking With eyes crying And law tearing With the world changing And The Son dying The trueness, The oneness Of the Father United with The Son and Spirit In communion with The Spirit and Son The Gifts of God For the People of God To partake in whenever together In Remembrance of the savior Christ died for us Feed on Him with our hearts And remember our union in Him With Faith and Thanksgiving We are saved by the triune God of grace By the Love of the triune God of love By the Blessing of God Almighty The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit Be upon us and remain forever Let us keep the feast! Allelujah!

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC

brady-friedkin

Body and Blood

Jesus, Son of The Father Hanging on a Roman Cross Pierced for the iniquity of men Killed for the love of His bride With nails in His hands Swords in His sides Thorns on His head His body slain The body to feed His bride His blood poured The blood to quench the Church "This is my body" To eat of it To feed the bride. The Body of Christ, The Bread of Heaven To delight in the Holy Eucharist, The spiritual feast, in Communion with God To worship the Holy Name of the Savior "This is my blood" To drink of it To quench the bride. The Blood of Christ, The Cup of Salvation To delight in the Holy Eucharist The spiritual feast, in Communion with God To worship the Holy Name of the Savior Hanging on the Roman Cross God, The Son Himself crying to the Father "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachtani?" "My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?" Plagued by the false view of the Father The pagan god in the hearts of men Inherited with the humanity of The Son While the sin of man Hangs with the Son of Man The earth shaking And hearts breaking With eyes crying And law tearing With the world changing And The Son dying The trueness, The oneness Of the Father United with The Son and Spirit In communion with The Spirit and Son The Gifts of God For the People of God To partake in whenever together In Remembrance of the savior Christ died for us Feed on Him with our hearts And remember our union in Him With Faith and Thanksgiving We are saved by the triune God of grace By the Love of the triune God of love By the Blessing of God Almighty The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit Be upon us and remain forever Let us keep the feast! Allelujah!

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My ****** mind craved a new hearing from you I would sit night after night Imagining castles and angels I would dress not in a cape But in Burberry mufflers and a hat learning to serenade in your voice. The in betweens beckon once in a while but i have known the true voice just like you know from deep within. I know of a woman who thought picking cherries and dreaming of castles were for the wrong I know of another woman, Evolved from the Eloi Clan And Elvish. And she sings The rain to sleep. She is Bella I am learning to breath and I hope you still do.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC

seye

My ****** mind craved(To The Man I Loved)

My ****** mind craved a new hearing from you I would sit night after night Imagining castles and angels I would dress not in a cape But in Burberry mufflers and a hat learning to serenade in your voice. The in betweens beckon once in a while but i have known the true voice just like you know from deep within. I know of a woman who thought picking cherries and dreaming of castles were for the wrong I know of another woman, Evolved from the Eloi Clan And Elvish. And she sings The rain to sleep. She is Bella I am learning to breath and I hope you still do.

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“As old as man, Way back before the past…” Said by the historian in the perpetual cemetery, His book and ours open on the same blank page “What is to become of us, we are just memories of sound in a silent room” The image of man Tearing down his own tower of babel with an “Eloi!, Eloi!” to himself Grasping at the light Without thought of the fire All felony and no fingerprint forever And I watch And I watch And after my illness, I walk alone And notice the words of children collecting sun in a bucket To 80 years from Spanish misery To Syrian sand and tears Mixing with the shores of ****** and Liverpool, London and Lemuria Nothing gathered Nothing gained We slip further into the walls of parliament Slip into the walls of web, corridors of code And hear of occultist cataclysm and those so intelligent all before them is dismissed (“eloi, eloi, I am eloi!”) In cold grey-green bathrooms of flatblocks or apartment buildings licking seasalt and gunpowder from the fingers of our Atlantic cousins In human skin suits

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC

attheharbour

Tearing Down Babel

“As old as man, Way back before the past…” Said by the historian in the perpetual cemetery, His book and ours open on the same blank page “What is to become of us, we are just memories of sound in a silent room” The image of man Tearing down his own tower of babel with an “Eloi!, Eloi!” to himself Grasping at the light Without thought of the fire All felony and no fingerprint forever And I watch And I watch And after my illness, I walk alone And notice the words of children collecting sun in a bucket To 80 years from Spanish misery To Syrian sand and tears Mixing with the shores of ****** and Liverpool, London and Lemuria Nothing gathered Nothing gained We slip further into the walls of parliament Slip into the walls of web, corridors of code And hear of occultist cataclysm and those so intelligent all before them is dismissed (“eloi, eloi, I am eloi!”) In cold grey-green bathrooms of flatblocks or apartment buildings licking seasalt and gunpowder from the fingers of our Atlantic cousins In human skin suits

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See it with open hands Letters two or three The answer that I need Eloi, Eloi Where is Your voice? Where is Your tongue? If you’re not the storm a gloom, a light, then judgment If you're not the earthquake a deception black and white If you're not the flames consuming all that follows I Where is the whisper? Eloi, Eloi I’m waiting for a whisper Will it ever come?

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Jul 6, 2011

Jul 6, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC

allison-wright

Eloi, Eloi

See it with open hands Letters two or three The answer that I need Eloi, Eloi Where is Your voice? Where is Your tongue? If you’re not the storm a gloom, a light, then judgment If you're not the earthquake a deception black and white If you're not the flames consuming all that follows I Where is the whisper? Eloi, Eloi I’m waiting for a whisper Will it ever come?

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Elohim! (I) trusted friend… betrays healing hands… pierced holy teacher… silenced and nailed to a cross “Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews” *** my son died today Elohim! (II) Heed my voice crying in the wilderness! Do not abandon me in my anguish But attend, and weep with me now! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Shine your light of mercy on my soul! I stumble through the bleak wasteland of grief, blinded by infinite darkness! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* The righteous cry but does the Lord hear? I call unto you as my son did cry “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Elohim! (III) Silently He watches the sleeping woman, in the unquiet repose known only to a grieving mother she moans, *“blood rage…powerless.. my son” “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani!”* Tears well in his eyes As his heart is once again pierced Gently his hand brushes her forehead the touch causing her to stir slightly and cast it away as though a fleck of dust dare intrude on her personal nightmare. Kissing her cheeks, her eyes, He whispers “Mother!”

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Jun 21, 2016

Jun 21, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC

mary-catherine-morra

Elohim!

Elohim! (I) trusted friend… betrays healing hands… pierced holy teacher… silenced and nailed to a cross “Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews” *** my son died today Elohim! (II) Heed my voice crying in the wilderness! Do not abandon me in my anguish But attend, and weep with me now! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Shine your light of mercy on my soul! I stumble through the bleak wasteland of grief, blinded by infinite darkness! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* The righteous cry but does the Lord hear? I call unto you as my son did cry “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Elohim! (III) Silently He watches the sleeping woman, in the unquiet repose known only to a grieving mother she moans, *“blood rage…powerless.. my son” “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani!”* Tears well in his eyes As his heart is once again pierced Gently his hand brushes her forehead the touch causing her to stir slightly and cast it away as though a fleck of dust dare intrude on her personal nightmare. Kissing her cheeks, her eyes, He whispers “Mother!”

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I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people are always trying to cut down people's trees and I'm that phone call that makes you put down that axe and walk back inside. You're ruining me I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people, you lovers of mine, are always trying to escape and I'm that last shot of ***** that allows your hands to find their way onto her hips. (again and again) (and again in November) You're ruining me I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people are always asking me to listen to your sins and I haven't even found my God yet. You're ruining me I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people empty my pockets and pillage my soul and you won't even lend me five cents to visit my psychiatrist. You people. You people, what have I ever done to you. "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC

a-15

why have You forsaken me

I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people are always trying to cut down people's trees and I'm that phone call that makes you put down that axe and walk back inside. You're ruining me I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people, you lovers of mine, are always trying to escape and I'm that last shot of ***** that allows your hands to find their way onto her hips. (again and again) (and again in November) You're ruining me I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people are always asking me to listen to your sins and I haven't even found my God yet. You're ruining me I'm tired of choking on my personality. Because you people empty my pockets and pillage my soul and you won't even lend me five cents to visit my psychiatrist. You people. You people, what have I ever done to you. "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"

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The periapt otiose stone helotage that the tactiturn builders Rejected at Golgotha, bode the heart of Heaven has now Become the corner-stone henting the regal worm of worms With temerity of the spire of spires; And they look ignominious Upon the necromancer that they pierced testifying a vision of Living beings, a saviour, an insuperable scorned man, The maxim of kings, the miracle man of blood and water Invidiously feeling despised crying out loud; ''Eloi, Eloi, Lema Sabachthani'', Whom the ill-starred crucified and divided purloin his robes At the rolling of dice. Yet still God raised from death much alike The Nazarene himself had disintered Lazarus, resurrecting after Four days his friend buried at Bethany; alike too Tabitha Which (Simon), Peter, presented before the widows and believers commanding alive in the name of the Almighty Holy Lord From the clutches of the darkened Sun, clinging to the Dark side of the moon within a star-less sky Annointed the way to the Father. ELEETE J MUIR

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC

eleete-j-muir

Ashen Life Span

The periapt otiose stone helotage that the tactiturn builders Rejected at Golgotha, bode the heart of Heaven has now Become the corner-stone henting the regal worm of worms With temerity of the spire of spires; And they look ignominious Upon the necromancer that they pierced testifying a vision of Living beings, a saviour, an insuperable scorned man, The maxim of kings, the miracle man of blood and water Invidiously feeling despised crying out loud; ''Eloi, Eloi, Lema Sabachthani'', Whom the ill-starred crucified and divided purloin his robes At the rolling of dice. Yet still God raised from death much alike The Nazarene himself had disintered Lazarus, resurrecting after Four days his friend buried at Bethany; alike too Tabitha Which (Simon), Peter, presented before the widows and believers commanding alive in the name of the Almighty Holy Lord From the clutches of the darkened Sun, clinging to the Dark side of the moon within a star-less sky Annointed the way to the Father. ELEETE J MUIR

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A longing soul thinking to be ready to see face to face yet is being remade since day one that it was branded my fabric is being reconstructed by Excellent's hands that calm the waves and send lightning all at once this soul of mine struggles to see these sunsets in itself but regardless it is not my sentiments that have eternal meaning but Eloi's promises. Given to receive to merely give in abundance for I did nothing to gain the brimful Reality. Merciful Son is my morning song and evening medicine. For now, a bruised reed and smoking flax - holding on tightly to bleeding Love.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC

nancy-delgado

"Who do you think you are?"

A longing soul thinking to be ready to see face to face yet is being remade since day one that it was branded my fabric is being reconstructed by Excellent's hands that calm the waves and send lightning all at once this soul of mine struggles to see these sunsets in itself but regardless it is not my sentiments that have eternal meaning but Eloi's promises. Given to receive to merely give in abundance for I did nothing to gain the brimful Reality. Merciful Son is my morning song and evening medicine. For now, a bruised reed and smoking flax - holding on tightly to bleeding Love.

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Thanks for the kind words They were a soothing welcoming balm to be heard Feb seems to have exposed some life schisms I was so distraught I checked My biorhythms Everything in front of My eyes is soured and scrawny I resorted to ' Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani ' So much of My life is stirred and shaken I often feel forsaken How much do I have to endure ? Is mindfulness the ultimate cure ? My car was stolen and trashed I now learn Spanish on the bus while being thrashed My medical state reveals the industry scam I don't have big enough male ***** for the mammogram Rule one thing in and another thing out I only wanted a cyst drained or cut out New left shoulder arthritis and left sided neck pain Bed Bath and Beyond's pillow department made that gain Please keep Me in Your prayers as I effort to rewind Me Pushing the bad away with ' satan, get thee behind Me ' ~

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Feb 17, 2018

Feb 17, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC

van-young

My Note To Hello Poet ~ Lori Jones

Thanks for the kind words They were a soothing welcoming balm to be heard Feb seems to have exposed some life schisms I was so distraught I checked My biorhythms Everything in front of My eyes is soured and scrawny I resorted to ' Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani ' So much of My life is stirred and shaken I often feel forsaken How much do I have to endure ? Is mindfulness the ultimate cure ? My car was stolen and trashed I now learn Spanish on the bus while being thrashed My medical state reveals the industry scam I don't have big enough male ***** for the mammogram Rule one thing in and another thing out I only wanted a cyst drained or cut out New left shoulder arthritis and left sided neck pain Bed Bath and Beyond's pillow department made that gain Please keep Me in Your prayers as I effort to rewind Me Pushing the bad away with ' satan, get thee behind Me ' ~

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It's a closely guarded secret so don't ask for the address. It's a shelter from the storm for any damsels in distress. It is funded by the City and follows their mandate to shelter battered women from the men they've grown to hate. The location must be secret from the predatory male; the women would be helpless if security should fail. Like any abused creature, the fear is in their eyes for they've been beaten ****** by their less than perfect guys. I was there for an inspection, the house mom met me at the door Most of her charges do not want me there; they don't trust men anymore. I arrived when most were working; I must leave ere they return. for it is peace and solitude above all for which they yearn. They are Eloi, I am Morlock- at least in their fearful eyes For they have suffered at the hands of men and dare not believe their lies

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

The House on Morrison Street

It's a closely guarded secret so don't ask for the address. It's a shelter from the storm for any damsels in distress. It is funded by the City and follows their mandate to shelter battered women from the men they've grown to hate. The location must be secret from the predatory male; the women would be helpless if security should fail. Like any abused creature, the fear is in their eyes for they've been beaten ****** by their less than perfect guys. I was there for an inspection, the house mom met me at the door Most of her charges do not want me there; they don't trust men anymore. I arrived when most were working; I must leave ere they return. for it is peace and solitude above all for which they yearn. They are Eloi, I am Morlock- at least in their fearful eyes For they have suffered at the hands of men and dare not believe their lies

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Thanks for the kind words They were a soothing welcoming balm to be heard Feb seems to have exposed some life schisms I was so distraught I checked My biorhythms Everything in front of My eyes is soured and scrawny I resorted to ' Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani ' So much of My life is stirred and shaken I often feel forsaken How much do I have to endure ? Is mindfulness the ultimate cure ? My car was stolen and trashed I now learn Spanish on the bus while being thrashed My medical state reveals the industry scam I don't have big enough male ***** for the mammogram Rule one thing in and rule another thing one out I only wanted a cyst cut out New left shoulder arthritis and old left sided neck pain Bed Bath and Beyond's pillow department made that financial gain Please keep Me in Your prayers as I effort to rewind Me Pushing the negative away with ' satan, get thee behind Me ~

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC

van-young

Those Kind Words

Thanks for the kind words They were a soothing welcoming balm to be heard Feb seems to have exposed some life schisms I was so distraught I checked My biorhythms Everything in front of My eyes is soured and scrawny I resorted to ' Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani ' So much of My life is stirred and shaken I often feel forsaken How much do I have to endure ? Is mindfulness the ultimate cure ? My car was stolen and trashed I now learn Spanish on the bus while being thrashed My medical state reveals the industry scam I don't have big enough male ***** for the mammogram Rule one thing in and rule another thing one out I only wanted a cyst cut out New left shoulder arthritis and old left sided neck pain Bed Bath and Beyond's pillow department made that financial gain Please keep Me in Your prayers as I effort to rewind Me Pushing the negative away with ' satan, get thee behind Me ~

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Right use ONE'S servant Infuse THY gifts grant Grace refresh my soul Heart reason flesh whole Tune sync hymns praise Enter within temple vase Our FATHER in heavean Unleaven Bread be given Send HOLYGHOST within O wineskin quench all New drench within souls Etch hearts write unrolls According to THY WORD LORD music into accord Mind core broken record Infinite's touch THY beat GOD'S rhythm on repeat Hearken hearts hear eat THY thought work ways Yesteryear length of days Our plight JESUS mission New sight CHRIST vision ELOI ELOI Kyrie Eleison ln sync LORD attune Music WORD at noon Melodies ode at tune O riddles speaks poetry Read all peaks valleys To fulfill one's role And give our whole Life beat heart soul Open hearts hear eat Now reap read repeat Ears deaf defeat feat Imploring the aid of My GOD My GOD Manu Dei Vox Christi Opus Dei Pax Domini Rex Regum Vox Dei Tov lehodot la'Adonai Abba! Father! We cry LORD Elyon Most High Omega and the Alpha Name above all Yeshua EspirituSantoAnakAma Have mercy on us Only YOU we trust LORD of lords JESUS YHWH first and last O LORD grant servant Nothing I shall want ELOI my only confidant InstroMEnt REady to DO Maestro no further aDO Musiko fuego aDORE ME Opening salvo LAamoRE REtreatMEnt torn aid DO Tune hum ME toDO ADORE ripple LAamoRE LuxMundi riddleREMEdy O leaders to understand Nations heal shakehands Embedded LOVE bonds ❤️...lands...

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Oct 8, 2024

Oct 8, 2024 at 2:00 AM UTC

spoofy40

ONE

Right use ONE'S servant Infuse THY gifts grant Grace refresh my soul Heart reason flesh whole Tune sync hymns praise Enter within temple vase Our FATHER in heavean Unleaven Bread be given Send HOLYGHOST within O wineskin quench all New drench within souls Etch hearts write unrolls According to THY WORD LORD music into accord Mind core broken record Infinite's touch THY beat GOD'S rhythm on repeat Hearken hearts hear eat THY thought work ways Yesteryear length of days Our plight JESUS mission New sight CHRIST vision ELOI ELOI Kyrie Eleison ln sync LORD attune Music WORD at noon Melodies ode at tune O riddles speaks poetry Read all peaks valleys To fulfill one's role And give our whole Life beat heart soul Open hearts hear eat Now reap read repeat Ears deaf defeat feat Imploring the aid of My GOD My GOD Manu Dei Vox Christi Opus Dei Pax Domini Rex Regum Vox Dei Tov lehodot la'Adonai Abba! Father! We cry LORD Elyon Most High Omega and the Alpha Name above all Yeshua EspirituSantoAnakAma Have mercy on us Only YOU we trust LORD of lords JESUS YHWH first and last O LORD grant servant Nothing I shall want ELOI my only confidant InstroMEnt REady to DO Maestro no further aDO Musiko fuego aDORE ME Opening salvo LAamoRE REtreatMEnt torn aid DO Tune hum ME toDO ADORE ripple LAamoRE LuxMundi riddleREMEdy O leaders to understand Nations heal shakehands Embedded LOVE bonds ❤️...lands...

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