"ressurection" poems
In a world where salvation and restoration swaps my darkness to light,
there the grace to glory in praise and grace l will embrace.
In a time where invitation and visitation from above sweeps my groan(bondage) to grace to glory(freedom),
there the grace to glory in salvation and restoration from sin l will embrace.
In a season where manifestation and expectation becomes my hunger and thirst,
there the grace to glory in meditation and supplication l will embrace.
In a period where the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit becomes my meal and meat,
there the grace to glory in repentance and independence from sin l will embrace.
In a moment where revelation becomes my feast and vision of heaven my yeast,
there the grace to glory in salvation and ressurection from death l will embrace.
At the throne of grace, there the grace to glory in my salvation and restoration from ******* l will embrace.
At the shone of salvation, there the grace to glory in my happiness and forgiveness from sin l will embrace.
At the stem of restoration, there the grace to glory in my freedom and depletion from sorrow l will embrace.
At the realm of freedom, there the grace to glory in my redemption and petition from shame l will embrace.
In the day when my feet is lifted up above the sky and my eyes groomed in white robes,
there the grace to glory in salvation and restoration l will embrace.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
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The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go—
The Crocus— til she rises
The Vassal of the snow—
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Til bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.
Pearls are the Diver’s farthings
Extorted from the Sea—
Pinions— the Seraph’s wagon
Pedestrian once— as we—
Night is the morning’s Canvas
Larceny— legacy—
Death, but our rapt attention
To Immortality.
My figures fail to tell me
How far the Village lies—
Whose peasants are the Angels—
Whose Cantons dot the skies—
My Classics veil their faces—
My faith that Dark adores—
Which from its solemn abbeys
Such ressurection pours.
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I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall--the sap of spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perished thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
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Walking down the street
your hearts are skipping the exact same beats.
A unison that anyone would wish for.
He came out of the darkness
as the most unpleasant surprise.
Reeking of demise
he stole her from your grasp.
One hand over her mouth and one hand over her heart
he sprinted
but you boy, you ran after her.
You ran and ran until your stomach screamed;
until your feet began to bleed.
Oh how you cried.
That man, he took her to a isolated place
so that she would have to face
him. And only him.
Her screams, were insignificant because at that moment
she was no one.
The look in his eyes as he undressed her was
mortifying.
She tried to run, she tried to scream but he was in control.
Then he plunged; breaking the skin that kept her innocense so beautiful.
& he plunged; scraping the walls of her ****** making her bleed.
& HE PLUNGED into her heart, soul, and mind
making her cry.
Oh how she cried.
And you boy, you heard her screams.
But they were hushed by your own dreadful sobbing;
Bawling yourself into an unconcious state of failure and loss.
And that girl, she was paralyzed with pain;
Drenched with the strange white substance that filled her with
s h a m e.
Her ****** had been bruised and scarred by the monster.
She said, "God.. God I know you can hear me. Help me. You are not going to let me die."
That man he turned around and laughed.
Smiling as he said, "Girl. Sweet, sweet girl.
I am Anastatious and this is your sacrifice."
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
My beloved,
The night is orange with the oppression of city against cloud. I sit outside, staring blankly at the exposed brick of another building as mosquitos prey upon my distraction. My heart cries out for you as I do - we ache together in the solitude of our nights. I do not know of the future, for all I feel is the cold knife of your absence. All I own is hope, hope in the anguish I hold, the longing that serves as proof of the intensity of our love. Though I know we will be together soon, I hold our nightly funeral, guarding our ashes and awaiting our ressurection. This death that is worse than death consumes me, yet day forces my face to change into one of complicity. If those who surround me could only feel how much I yearn for you, they would leave me silently by our tomb. However, I stand alone, a woman with her eyes upon the horizon, searching always for her sailor. I touch the Atlantic with the knowledge that it is the only obstacle that stands between us, and embrace it as a friend rather than a rival to be conquered. Soon, this sea will deliver me into your arms, and soon I will no longer serve as sentinel to our funeral pyre. Your hand will touch my shoulder, awakening me from this reverie, a long-forgotten dream of the past.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
i.
In sheol, I lifted mine view atop me; wherein the cave was a dreary scene, fixture's and antique beam's screamed of the hopelessness in this sump.
ii.
A preternatural shimmer, bursted this chthonic picture; the demon's betwixt me and her hunched. Her brigandine of Filipino shine, yoked into mine synapse.
iii.
Mine carrion shook, into the nook's, she slipped me through sheol's crack's. The earth above, I was taken up to, seeing all, I felt a calm, from this seraphim of tribal awe.
iv.
She saidst " Brandon ive come, to giveth thee mine protection " I felt a rush of her touch; direct ressurection. I healed instantaneously, as mine soul finally found it's other half.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
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he is a stone...
one side
polished smoothly;
the tumbling years,
the pain of tears,
in currents swift
cannot resist them
water’s unyielding flow;
to pain the edges
falling,
yielding slow.
yet another side exists;
a side so deeply etched,
with thoughts contrived
for sole survival;
where words belie a depth
in soul's arrival;
made whole, a step removed
from hope bereft,
for in the naked light,
of bleating heart's
interrogation room,
a bottom lies
of darkest night...
here beginnings of
a ressurection,
a will to be
so long as there is
air to breathe!
which side they see
is of his choosing;
his composure rich
a brief exposure is,
just the smallest glimpse,
but for a moment
what he shares.
for he has learned
that rocks are not
so hard as he
once thought;
and fissures deep,
can be revealed,
as cracked and broken,
if to all in this
unfeeling world,
he bares his truest soul.
and so he hides
the other side,
unyielded to
outside control.
with certainty,
his stone has
two faces.
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*post script.
if we are honest with ourselves, do we not all have two faces? and is not this honesty our impetus... become our empathy... for others?
for me, it is this honesty that allows me to love what i would not otherwise love in others.*
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
The rythmatic sequences of sound
Slithered through my brain
Leaving ***** of yarn
Tangled all around me
Caught between deception
And a ressurection
Becoming one with the water droplets
Stuck to the window
Visions fluttered through my mind
Like tiny little butterflies
Tickling the inside of my eyes
The greatness soothed me
To a point of fear
A good fear
Like that of a fierce man
With a sweet soul
That of a burdened child
With a perfect life
My wallet was empty
But my heart was full
Of sounds
And shapes
Like the little block toys
From my childhood
Nothing could stop this
This sentimental feeling
Not even the burning pictures
Falling from my pinstriped wall
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Change my blood into gold
Elixer of life
A toked up martyr
I must be philosopher ******
to be
so magical I transform change
the same I re-arrange
invert thought bubbles to elipse to make a circle out of cyst
Wand and Air
like pen and paper
convert the blank page to the strange
till the shoobies get ****** at the deviant sage
Hidden , covered by enigma...
Sometimes I write so hard I might just
Rip ya like paper
the message of saviors,
so heavy it topples the rules
like when the they drop bass in a rave yah
but treble not in ear sight,
As it breaks the music can also protect
what an insight.
Quarel with myself a couple times
like Quicksilver and sulfur
*Purification
dissolution
death
and ressurection
dissolve and let loose
the fatal connections*
Become alchemist like a potter and turn the clay to a vessel
IGNITE THE SPIRIT LEVEL
OVERCOME THE STRESSFUL
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
The raging ram roaming realms
A bittersweet tale if I say so myself
That ***** got a demon's tail
it ain't good for your health
That dude uses it as a flail
prevail is what is exhaled
That young ram spits heat
Aint talking about rapping
I speak literally
That young ram eyes red
But he ain't high
Stony past burning hooves
He smoky,
but it ain't the cannabis smell or shroud
It's the smell of hell
The young ram got a plan yeah to hustle
The young ram got a plan realm rustle
The young ram glides from land
to land to land
to empower some sort of man
or men or man
and I don't understand about this young lamb
he got a demon in his face
and he goes against the grain of sand
maiming himself just for the wealth
owning everything
coming out from stealth
the burning ram says retreat
or don't...
I eat I am elite
the burning ram says hold still
ill ****
a mill
the burning ram finds your mam
put it in her ****
hotter than the slavery of sam
the burning ram was foreseen by am.
the plan?
the men have ran, words spoken in a tablet somewhere.
Desolation, we are bare,
the ram looks at us in disgust
we are the crust on the earth
core exploding opening doors
the ram will be adored
pity because it represents disorder,
chaos, chaos,
killing says it once and the days are hazing
the ram bending the realm of man
mentally what a riot.
In the end, the ram is lost in the density of infinity.
An exploding croft farmed for human thought.
Far out
Fantasy
Mars droughts
Deseret land
Bars found
Feathered fans
of flames burnings lands
rays coming from the skies
Imploding,
Arising
Exploding
Mantle
Core
Arising
Like a
Titanic
Phoenix
Coming alive
Wicked eyes
Burning song
Live long
Live long
Another cycle
Ressurection
Recurring
Spirit in a dream
Molded by the first impression
Aroma tremendous
Weighs heavy on the pretentious
Live and learn and get burned
Breaking crust, core spewing lava as I arise
Hypnotised by my flow, I smirk when they say I am going to die
**** em now eat em later, chronic masturbater
Dilated eyes, 3 in which I don't mind, I own the mind I own the mind
Shove a trident down her spine and blow herb till the pine grime off here behind
Put the pedal to the extreme for miles on end gotta make my ends gotta make my ends till the end my friend oh friend oh
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
So you are
A phosphorescent relic,
A relic that spins together
Nights and mornings alone-
Spinning in the mind like
Perfect spiral in a landscape that
Overflows with your magnetic sphere.
And the orbit
Comes and goes,
From my eyes to a tear,
From a tear to the sky with blue
Waves of current that wallows
Where you were.
Hear me,
Fallen star of my night,
The whirlpool of your hair
In solar winds,
Deafening winds,
Heavy winds,
When your blue sun brings a storm
Whirling in magnetic memories
Hypnotic and joyous.
Speak, speak Pulsar,
When the earth recites your name,
Pulsar, cry for me,
With your esteemed Aura like a lost
Nebula
At the crest of the world,
Searching without finding.
This is the hour,
Because your dead star
Still burns and makes light,
And it still shines
And someone,
Someone like me must see it.
Pulsation in my ethereal being,
I believed in dark stars
But don't believe in reading those
I see,
Pulsar you were hope in the light,
And now a radioactive desire
Of my past.
Oh but we tore the night apart,
We constellated passions
And danced upon the penumbra
In the galactic sea.
Begin again,
We can sail away on the moon,
Turn the world into a playground,
Begin again Pulsar
Within an orchestral sky.
However you were gone,
A blue giant in a tiny galaxy,
And I was only a firefly,
No, not a firefly,
An ember of a fire that burned
Out a million miles away.
Ressurection of your light,
Wage the gravity towards me,
And I say Pulsar,
I remember when we were in the same sky.
You are the infinite memory,
Your lies smell of Heaven and nothing
Else,
And you are a reflection on the horizon
Of the sea,
The glimmer of my yesterday.
The sky will open
And the sea shimmers,
The moon moans,
Pulsar, sweet memory ,
Magnetosphere of my pain.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
Heartbeats, sounds echo
Underground, mists of steam allure
Breathe in,- a forgotten memory
Enigmas allure, steam pipes endure
Parched from the earth, echoing embraces,
Life's echoing, fantasy embraced, - hidden in time
Ressurection, times past now embues
Listen, to the beat, hear the heart beat
Listen, listen to the music
psst, psst, hear the echo, - beat;
Gears chime,- heartbeats of the underground
Leading astray into the labyrinth
Time, now recalled
Water works, steam, lifes intimate connection
Lost within the depths of time
Heartbeats, sounds echo
Underground, mists of steam allure
Breathe in,- a forgotten memory
Enigmas allure, steam pipes endure
Parched from the earth, echoing embraces,
Life's echoing, fantasy embraced, - hidden in time
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Darkness of light the candle that darkness shines its bane to tame the light
Light of darkness the candle that light shines its bane to tame the night
Ecstatic cosmic banes,of light and darkness games
darkness divine right of light in this poetic phylosophy to ignorance blight
Toccata into eternity,divinity for light and darkness unity
blood of god i drink,as on light and darkness i feed in this cosmic creed
Ecstasia of conflict ironic divination damnation by the soul from ignorance salvation.Decision for knowledge by perfection precision.direction of soul awakenening ressurection provision.
light and darkness is my name,eating my soul to make me tame.
Of universe bane through an eternity gain
tool of ecstasy,rule of divinity light and darkness triumph
> > 2021 < < destiny unfolds and i appear and awake(AlucarD)
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
When I die,
I want to stay,
Coming back is like death,
all over again for me.
I lost you,
You left the world,
I lost everything afterwards.
Thats why when I die,
I could stay with you.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
When the seas, all seven, align and combine,
To form one tide, do you believe we have a selection, to
Reside, hide and remain alive?
Or is that our mind tryna confide,
In our own made lie, afraid to die?
If the angels rein down a path to heaven,
I wish to accept, find, listen and abide,
Until I arrive.
Once I’ve arrived at my final destination,
Only then will I quit the investigation,
Quit the pacing,
Where thoughts are constantly racing.
End of days where I communicate,
Debate and question every nation.
An owl of silent observation,
Mixed with a perfection I can imagination,
To relate,
To create,
And modulate,
An exhilarating answer to the allegation,
Fact or fiction,
Which is resurrection?
Such unbelievers, who claim afterlife is an illusion,
Unaware that they are too, just bait,
Heading straight,
Into the great,
Hands of fate.
The weight of the truth,
And proof,
In representation of resurrection,
Cannot be ignored, just like an antique china plate,
Or a mate,
Who’s at times, difficult to tolerate.
It’s inevitable,
So renumerate,
Your pure self, and reinstate,
Circumnavigate,
To the Golden Slate Gate.
Enter your new estate,
Where you are enchanted with the power of illumination.
Before you can await,
The glorious one who turns death into rebirth,
Giving your soul a chance to resurrect,
Recreate, and once again illuminate.
-me, myself and I
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
i.
Into her oriental soul I crept
Quiet and cozy into her warm nest;
She grabbed me by the tie
Unfastened mine vest;
Released all mine unease
Freed me from disease,
Gaveth me a plate
And filled all of me.
ii.
She beckoned mine being
O' Brandon mine king;
She whispered, she glimmered
With a wave of starry mink.
Hypnotized I was, whilst in her presence
I kneweth she was mine, whilst in mine state of evanescence.
iii.
Her islander essence
Dripped through the phone;
Her voice, her speech, her laugh, her tone.
She was the one, mine blood, spirit, and home;
I'll dieth for her today, and again tommorrow if thou doth not knoweth, for her do I groweth: in limelight connection.
She is mine path, mine whole- and other half,
She is God's apostle to me, tis she's mine purified direction.
She is mine Queen, empress, Earl Jane nagley mine bliss, the ultimate ressurection.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose)
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
White earth bathed upon
By moonlit tangibles ; purring
Waves upon the glimmer sands
Where lovers meet for their first:
Liquid earth ****** between
The lips of night,
We shed the skin for the transparent
Soul crowding the hopes and dreams
Of the lone lovers,
The eternal moment is a an image
As naked as thoughts,
As wild as a shared fury
In the truth of our suffering;
How had one lived without the other?
There is no contemplating
Between the young and in love,
Only the ressurection of presences
Where lovers before met at the hour,
And behold the incarnation of lovers
Doing, making,
Transfigured in the truth of each other.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
as my heart buried down deep of forgotten soil
and fragile leaves stretch itself to cover like foil
hidden in the forest stirred turmoil
at the feet of mountain of mysteries coil
the merciful heaven sent me you to end my despair
from this cruel earth chained breathless from air
guided by graceful light, you found me lying souless and bare
you showered me love, lots of love
that gave me enough strength to revive
a healing salve that is truly bribe
that sets free my petrified heart.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
It's too late
They said as her petite frame
Spiraled then plummeted into the sea.
She's already ascended like a dove,
They felt no need to hesitate
At proclaiming the unfortunate's fate.
Always quick to hate
What they cannot annotate
Yet so eager to love
The greatest of us
Reborn from our ashes.
She took the leap
Not to cease
But to breathe -
Through airborne lungs
To see-
The greatest moments ignite
To fuse-
With an infinite moment in time
In one fleeting hope:
After the waves
Drew her lifeless limbs away,
After she slept
On the ocean bed,
Her words might eminently thrive
Though no one heard while her lips held life,
Their once-deaf ears would at last listen
To a phantom's composition.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Frosted ivory undivided wings
Bambino of new beginnings
Hummingbird Ching's,
Ornamentations to be as sidewalks
Brisk in mountain image
A dask
A dusk
A pull
A scrimmage.
Frilly tress amenity
Angels do come
Devils leave,
As Flambeau's do garnish so lively!!!
Pekoe from ourn bouquet redolence
Wild sinner's and innocent
Sparked by fuse of Muse's poet...
Ride it
Moan it
A perfume of new days Macy's!!!
Parched
Hazy
Yet sun blasts in with all perfection
For thy queen of ressurection hast risen me
As Christ was the third day!!!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
You've lost me so many times,
always pleading and tearful,
pulling me back in
with promises of change and love,
promise you never kept.
Rage and deceit bleed in your veins.
Break me and ridicule when I crack.
Laugh and lay on me all blame,
ego tearing through,
ripping our fragile world apart.
Pride and greed stained with jealousy
drilling me deeper into the ground.
Weep as you play our Ressurection.
'I'm worthy of more,'
someone whispers in my head.
Yet if that was true,
wouldn't I have recieved it?
If I was worthy
wouldn't someone have shown it?
I'll always be the perfect victim.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
Whose resurection is this
anyway ?
Has anyone seen the messiah today ?
There is never a messiah around when
You need one ?
Perhaps I shouldn't speak of th?ese things
Lightly
But what can be done ?
Have you ever smoked a ******
In a temple ?
Do you know what these kinda words
Resemble ?
Did you ever think life is just incidental ?
I can picture druids hovering above sacred corpses
Laughing at their impunity,
And tripping on their vulnerability
It's not a long way between Jesus and sin.
Y'know
Y'know
Having *** whilst wearing a strait-jacket
Is better than having no *** at all
I always echo the optimist's call
But I'm tied to a spastic cross
Were I present my loss.
All theses thoughts came to me
Much later in history.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
Who will climb the stellar stair?
Who will know the wonders there?
What will give transcendent worth?
Free us from this weighted earth?
How will we leave this fallen world?
What can save us, boys & girls?
The man (or woman) who is "pure"?
Can THEY help you? Are you SURE?
People who are SO devout
Are THEY certain they'll get out?
Those who think their minds equipped
To build an interstellar ship?
They sit and ponder, as earth dies,
How they can go live in the skies!
But there are those who still Believe.
They pray to God, Who's greatly grieved!
If you want to leave this vice
Let me give you some advice.
PUT YOUR TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST!
He's the One on Whom to call!
He will free from Satan's thrall
He's the Savior of us ALL!
The devil sifts, as with a sieve
But Jesus died that we might live!
How can we think that our own power
Will save us in that final hour?
We cannot work for it, nor buy it!
It is God's gift... please don't deny it!
A giant gap, 'tween us and God
He is HOLY! it's not odd!
With an Apple Adam drove the wedge
With wood and nails Christ built a BRIDGE!
It happened when His life He lost
God's Mighty Wrath... spent at the cross!
Then, buried like a seed... a Rose
The RESSURECTION! He AROSE!
You want to leave this devil's lair?
Jesus calls you... and He CARES!
His sacrifice put that bridge there
JESUS CHRIST... THE STELLAR STAIR!
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
INFECTION
Infecting loss, unlike any plague..
Like ressurection we rise each witching hour..
Twitching, pleading, and bleeding you beg..
As infection sets in.
To consume, and devour..
REAP IT..
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC