"receiveth" poems
O humanity, thou hath made the foul mouth a normalcy to men to talk to their Queen's, to calleth them slave word's, as if these women art unseen.
O humanity, thou telleth mankind that disgust in magazine's is OK, whilst little boy's calleth little girl's ***** and ****** making thine action's to the devil's way.
O humanity, thou selleth guns and bomb's to eachother, worship dollar Bill's with little faces on them that **** as the green paper's art of greed as so many DIETH for.
O the humanity; thou giveth death by the million's, population control through weather, and war's, thou Selleth blood diamond's, and trade *** to rich men from young girl's.
O humanity, lover's of thineself, don't helpeth noone else, the mall is thine luxury, thy lonesome room is seducing to thee, snorting lines to escape what's to cometh from the sky's.
O mankind, the trumpet's art about to be blown, thou art marrying with other's? And their soul's thou doth not knoweth? Thou giveth charity to nonsense? Yet none to God?
O mankind, none more class, none more slow, everything's fast, driving new age Boxcar's to rusheth to work, to put ten pennies in thy tanks? And thou doth not protest the killing and blood squirt?
O mankind, taketh and receiveth? None giving, noone thou needeth? Thou hath given all the time in the world to thy paperwork, yet none for thy lover's, family, or friend's.
O THE HUMANITY, O THE HUMANITY!!!!!!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
***My bleeding here like this -
May it never stop until I have
Taken my very last breath.
And in that last breath may I
Somehow take up my pen
Thrusting it into my chest once again
To make way for the release of that last
Phrase which still anchors itself so
****** deep in my soul.
Oh, to feel it finally ooze from me
Leaving me void of its painful control.
Of which I both love it and I hate it too.
Its double edged influence like God
Himself on the one side giving me hope
While the devil is on the other,
The destroyer of all that I ever hoped.
Oh dear Lord - is not my pen like
A multi-cartridge-d vessel containing
More than just one color?
At times to be blue
When the pain of life draws out that color.
Spilling all my tears
To anyone within my reach.
At other times my pen writes a crimson red,
Letting go of all the love that is in me.
Then to click it yet again to find the black
Darkness that also lives somewhere in my soul.
But there is another color, isn’t there Lord?
Yes, one so silky white in color
That when I write in on this page
No one can ever see it.
That is, no one but you Lord.
So if I leave a white page
With my last dying breath
Perhaps you’ll understand that it’s
Just another note from me to you.
Pulling my pen from my bleeding heart
While taking the last breath I shall write to you:
With the tidings of my fate squarely in your hands oh Lord,
My bleeding has not quite yet stopped.
Here you are to come to administer
Whatever consolation of thy affection
That thy Love has for me.
Dear Lord, receiveth my parting breath
And close my eyes within your blessings.
And when I reawaken let me find myself
Somewhere in the midst of your framework.
Thou hast undoubtedly numbered all of my tears
And placed them in a bottle for safe keeping.
Dear God, thou has always been the framework
For all these words that I bleed upon these pages.
They were all my fancy embracing my feeble knees
Hoping to raise my eyes to bid me into your comfort.
They are all my own blessings like the child within my heart.
Never more so than when I am bleeding here like this
In these words – only then do I feel your principles
Ever present within me.
So take me Lord when my bleeding has stopped
And please don’t be alarmed if even then
My soul dips its finger into my own crimson jell
And one last time with that finger I write
In the name of Love……*
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
especially in the east of the garden in the shadow
of that which meets the eye withdraws
a new history of the Jews?
By approaching fires officials; We call notice of motion
In the sweat of old and new
The fate of the movement for the good of the State;
O Lord, receiveth: and he that is in the skin,
But the fact that it runs down a white
The price of power & heat waves to read
I stand for books starting from the center towards each other;
When the ashes of war
Moved by these considerations, therefore,
the garments of his *****
I am going to drive out the enemy's, & marched in the street of the formed,
& from it shall a fire come forth into
That man does not know forever
Ray Angel gave the monasteries;
in the south, & shall strike w/ the horn a daughter,
or are manifest, The demand for free food lover
For as many as are of the works of the movement
of the
A sad idea
& the other way around, & the candlestick of light
in front of the part that she began a vegetarian, & Thomas,
Eye skin removed invisible devastating?
Since Einstein's plastic
The sentence of the soldiers, he sees gardens of the body,
The latest state of knowledge salad Giant
The new fire,
The voice of a furtive,
The witnesses who were passing by
To me, the fortune of the empire, nor will it cease
passing; they can fall; this;
& because of the anger, because I am good looking,
& that seems to be brought
to life; Who hath not received in the faith & in prison,
& cook the water until it turns Red
However, love is in the midst of it, but the initiate
in the Queen's clothes & the spirit inside me, Lord! Sir!
especially in the east of the garden in the shadow
of that which meets the eye withdraws new history
of the Jews? to the approach
of the leaders by means of fires
call notice of motion; from the old to the new sweat
Now the fate of the movement for the benefit of the State;
O Lord, receiveth: and he that is in the skin,
to be white with the fall of the power of truth
The heat waves and to read the power cost
cuz books starting from the center to the stand turns
with ashes to the fight
Then removed his clothes, & exposed his *****
to the side of their enemies, I will bring out the square
of the number of armed troops
Knowing that the Eternal;
Ray Angel gave the monasteries;
of the south, or of the spirit shine like fire,
daughter's corner; For they entreat
that the lover be the first food of the table; Team
For as many as are of the works of the movement,
What part of the greatest of the conviction of a madman
&, on the contrary, thou, & Thomas, & began to light the lamps
on the planet
Eye skin removed invisibly devastating?
Einstein's plastic is with us;
The thought of the soldiers, he sees the body in the gardens,
Latest science community television giant
But it is from a new generation of pregnant fire
& voices are furtive;
The witnesses who were passing
To me, the fortune of the empire, nor will it cease
passing; they can fall; this;
& the wrath of the is, I will say that good-looking,
& this seems, to life; Those who have received the
faith; And in prison, & then boil them in water & Read;
But God is in the midst of our God, the counsel of the
Queen's clothes, the spirit inside me, Lord! Sir!
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
lord
witness
my testimony
i receiveth
the
holy ghost
through
my soul
and
i
began
to
speak
in tongues
that
make
the
dead bones
tremble
in
their graves
oh lord
i receiveth
the
holy ghost
from above
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Aforetime at which hour we were born
In this hustling world of disharmony.
Rich for what those gents has't nev'r adorn,
Poor for what those gents has't nev'r adorn.
Conflicting for the limited, forgetting the still.
Knoweth not that the still is peace.
One day ere we receiveth inner peace.
T'will beest late for t, but not yet.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC