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"provideth" poems
Safe from stormy icy cold from stars sheltered too below a wish I am to my captive be all this thou provideth me The ice breaker tows us in sweet lies lavished beneath our skin mothered fathered dear!!! Dear ravaged bitter sweet lovingly deceived tucked into sheets from teddy bear to milky squeezed thigh soothing the life that's oozing **** a doodle screeching out in fright of little egg earnest yearning heeding calling of thee other will spontaneity river spawning No time for times sake Not a one would be mistaken Only the shrunken fear forsaking Run hare run way out out beyond sight of the knowing knowing though scent lingers in the nose of the tortoise and tortoises whom are stalking Run run has gotten far hid from heaven spinning faulty stars heathen tales of yore which simply just keep moving But delight is a wedding cake in a heart you can see taste taste the spin of spinning me Dance too to the rhythms and beatings of sticks ****** quick to the depths of your last breath of the last breathing Our hearts the rhythm Ones soul The beating of skin On our drums
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 11:05 AM UTC
Dubbed Drumming
i. Mashiach, I beseech thee; sculpt and mold this hardened heart, for thy Glory's part; to be shown Unto men. I quiver as a Gun's trigger, mine Cry's do fly to thee; As mine wailing Like life, hast None end. Blot out these fleshly lusts, Taketh away these desires; wherein Hell consumes me to smoke, mine eyes sunk in from stress, mine clothes cigarette sprayed- by the ashes I've tasted, and the sin's I've engaged. God Yahweh, help me remember thy merciful, tender, loving Way's, forgive me today, cleanse my soul and mine veins of all carnal destruction. Without thee lord, mine god; I canst not function. ii. Creator, maker of all afore and after, God of the living; Jehovah of the eternal hereafter. Be a guiding lamp to mine dearest Jane's feet, walk with her, talk with her, for she doubt's at times as me. Makest her believe; showest thy warmth, and give her all she need's; as only thou provideth. Thou art ourn daily bread, let us not slip- but ride the clouds instead. Pity O' pity, hath on us lord; ourn bodies art thy vessel's, inside them the love thou doth store. I prayest this as a sinner, a thief, a liar, I prayest as a law-breaker, a deceiver, a shyster. I prayest as a broken man, in need of thy touch. I prayest for me and Jane, for thy mercy again, almighty; almighty, god of love with none end. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Prophetic poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( prayer as well for you poetic form)
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
תפילה שבורה , אל אלוהים בריא ( A broken prayer, to a wholesome god) Hebrew tongue
Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep, thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air thou provideth me space to creep and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep, there was a calling i heard as a bud and i knew the echo ran deep, the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep, i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep so when i felt the wall next to me, i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out all around that wall, and, when i reached the top, yes the top! i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to a deep sleep. The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers and seeds to sow of baby creepers who could learn to creep from me. So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking upto me and awaiting advices on how to creep. (After i read what i had written, i felt the book SEAGULL in the background echoing itself)
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
CREEPERS
Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep,                              thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air                thou provideth me space to creep                     and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,              there was a calling i heard as a bud                      and i knew the echo ran deep,                             the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,       i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet            but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep                    so when i felt the wall next to me,                        i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out         all around that wall, and,            when i reached the top,               yes the top!                     i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to some sound sleep.                The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers                      and seeds to sow of baby creepers                                     who could learn from me about the trip.              So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking up to me        and felt all excited to start their journey on HOW TO CREEP.
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Creeper in its heart it once weeped
Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep,                              thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air                thou provideth me space to creep                     and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,              there was a calling i heard as a bud                      and i knew the echo ran deep,                             the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,       i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet            but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep                    so when i felt the wall next to me,                        i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out         all around that wall, and,            when i reached the top,               yes the top!                     i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to some sound sleep.                The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers                      and seeds to sow of baby creepers                                     who could learn from me about the trip.              So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking up to me        and felt all excited to start their journey on HOW TO CREEP.
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Be Careful who you love, Your heart will follow them, Wherever you Go. Guard who you trust, Despite what you may hope, The world is filled with lust. Watch yourself growing up, Just because you get old, Does not mean you've reached the mountaintop. Don't let your pain make you, Hold the scars on your heart, And become who you must. Find your consistency, The world will beat you down, Be the rock others, gather around. It's the quiet moments, of existential dread, Where your character opens. Be the happiness you seek, Worthy ones won't come, Unless you are at peace. Find the strength to say no, The easy way deceiveth, The hard, long road, will provideth. And you don't need a religion, But nurture your soul, Even if it's with, A simple little poem.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
Lessons Learned