"sanctification" poems
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*This coup
A new nation
Loyal dedication
Its classification*
‘Species procreation’
Prevents us from facing
A human cessation
selective mutation
Gestation
Creation
It may help explaining
The reasons
Behaving
*But not the foundation
Or actions
We’re basing*
A simplification
is “continuation”
A checkbox
left vacant
*Fulfillment
We’re chasing*
We sweat
Eyes are gazing
A slight
palpitation
In need of hydration
Complete excitation
Without
hesitation
Intense stimulation
**Deep urges
Heart racing**
*Driven
By sensations*
**Unbounded fixation
Pelvic
Undulations
Clothing
Perforations
Time no longer wasting**
***This capitulation
a Sanctification
****** gyrations
Hint of ***********
The bedroom
Safe haven
For what
we are craving
*Once out
and displaying*
It all had been taken
Before
Feeling vacant
Freed imagination
A resuscitation
Indulged depravation
A rhythm
we’re setting
The giving and getting
**Destroying
the bedding**
All else I’m forgetting
Entwined
with each other
Like entangled netting
*Both
on the same trip
In a unified heading*
Now comes
the summation
A true
Revelation
Final
culmination
Smash all expectations
***Volcanic
eruption***
That lasts the duration
**Loud gasp
We unlock**
Filled with gratification
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Let us experience what love is
That ever winding light
A phantom of wrong
But what else could be wrong
A perfect picture of sanctification
The beauty of the garden
It comes down to the love of two
A divine picture, the elegance of love
A perfect pure
A shining light
A love of joy
And a waiting pain
Bind us, love.
Hide us away
Quiet our eyes
Put our souls on hold
Seal what's yours
And wait from the start
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Vacant. Empty. Twisted. Lacking.
Chills shoot though my body filling the cracks whatever is left
Let go of the Meaning of LIFE and one is lost
Worried. Angered. Freaked. Spinning.
Words jotted down upon an empty page to show giving proof to rage
Reality is no kind reminder in correction of humanness
Stupidity. Irony. Pathetic. Foolish.
These eyes have absorbed from the outside world all which is meaningless
Vibrant life left behind to retrieve if one is wise
Hope. Love. Joy. Peace.
Never take the God-given gifts taken for granted or hard ways shall teach
Throw them aside as ******* and despair will find what's left
Trash. Pathetic. Waste. Shameful.
Such trash is how I perceive some to view my vehemency
No integrity do they see in what these eyes hold scared
Purity. Integrity. Honesty. Valiancy.
Which spring from the soul and mind diluted from ones first breath in the flesh
Access to God diluted from what cannot be achieved
Sovereignty. Omniscience. Omnipresent. Agape.
Witness madness for what God has been met first hand is just in righteousness
Full of grace and mercy to those who Seek Him
Loving. Wise. Holy. Eternal.
To those Who serve Him He gives of Himself correcting those He loves
Comfort is naught promised for character is His measure
Sanctification. Tried. True. Loyalty.
Purifying His people through teaching His ways is the foremost goal
As choice gold refined and proved accordingly
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
~~~
I pray this every morning.
And with every ♥ I put on your
Site I ask God to remember this
Prayer for you.
Creator Father,
**Jehovah Rohi ~ our Shepherd
Jehovah Nissi ~ our banner
Jehovah Rophe ~ our healer
Jehovah Jireh ~ our provider
Jehovah Shalom ~ our peace
Jehovah Shammah ~ our ever present help in times of trouble
Jehovah Tsidkenu ~ our righteousness
Jehovah M'Kaddesh ~ our sanctification**
God in all your manifestations
Be with my friends today.
Give them
*emotional
mental
physical
spiritual
relational (interpersonal)
marital
******
financial
educational
employmental
creative*
healing, growth and restoration.
Make every aspect of their humanity
WHOLE. HEALED. DELIVERED.
Let no weapon formed against them
prosper as it says in Isaiah 54:17
Let all who look upon them
do so with favor.
Place warring angels all around
them to protect them.
Put your loving arms around them
and bring them hope.
In Jesus Christ's Name I pray,
AMEN
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Depression, concussion, vague delusions.
Visions, combustion, surreal illusions.
Confusion, confinement, clear conclusions.
Depression, demoralization, epitome of exclusion.
Twirls and Whirls, Headaches and Heartaches.
(in between) B a l a n c e and D i s o r i en tat i o n ;
Insomnia, phantasmagoria, and distinct pseudomania.
Sought and fought, dear “Soli Deo Gloria”.
Salvation, Submission, concrete Sanctification.
Then Forsaken, but now Forgiven.
Religion, Redemption and now: Relation.
To testify, evangelize and to show His glorification.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
sinner to sanctification
reason over revulsion
reaction begets agitation
converting intransigence
drowning in sin
flailing for a life raft
Music: Pete Seeger
John Brown's Body
jbm
Oakland
010913
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
***Haunted in my flagrant dreams,
awake on hallow'd ground
you watch me breath
as I seek you out
cold spirits taunted past
spasmodic verses chant
hollow insides afraid to sleep
your sanctification renders me
uncomfortably conscious
numb within breath's shallow inhale
undone in the nothingness of rhyme
fearing truth's brutal reality
bewailing in grief's heartfelt desire
pull me up to new sight'd heights
in your wayward plight's surrender
save me from this cruel humanness***
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
My patience is exasperated
So negative connotations
Are analytical advice, on a diagram of ******
for life as AnNotation
Used as emphatic confirmation
That my formations deformed,
so be warned, you won't be warmed
by hearing I've conformed
To be socially reborn or Reformed
no Solubility just scorn
Death of Altruism not reborn
My attempt to succeed is Forlorn
****** without pleasure like ****
With an actress who's *****
Unable to reject the amorous nature
Of the advancement taking place
Only to try to post placate
But u can't humorously play hate
That's like calling date ****
a play date, and tho karma may take
Action a day late
It'll subtract your pay rate
And I try to listen when they say wait
Otherwise I Trade faith
For fortune so pray fate
Has Infallibility and acts
With revenge and intends to ignore
Its Sanctification on your behalf
But without assured Omniscience
Or Predestination I'm left
Wit bitter taste from various Mongrels
so nefarious I wish for death
Developing an Aversion to breath
A Discrepancy now remains
Some say lifes a gift and it contradicts
when I say it's inhumane
A reality based on haste purgatory
Where narcissists splurge on glory
And act like a real life purging story
living to fill their urge for gory
Temptations and never hoarding
Desires to control with moderations
like earths resource no Conservation
But this is just my Observation
Or maybe there's no correlation
and I just **** a curation
Maybe my pessimisms Pervasion
Has damaged me for the duration
Of life never to vacation
From my imprisoned state
So internally conflicted I'm eternally
Restricted to unsolicited hate
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Picture in me the ravening beast
and you’ll have a sketch of my character;
though I’ll warn you
it is not I who stalks deadly in the night,
looking for soft flesh on fleeing feet
and the taste of fear.
I save my prowling
for the scullery door and
the elusive glow of the hot oven.
I am the Thing That Scuttles,
the Devourer of Grains,
a card carrying member of the Cheese Sanctification Society.
(Progenitor of Pestilence, too, if you want to get fancy).
Stop up your cracks and close your cellar doors.
Anything less than a full lock down
I consider an invitation.
There are no spells to keep me away for long.
No beauty dares kiss my lips
and try to change me.
Isn’t that grand?
I know of no creature more comforted
by their own monstrosity than I.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
I am the artist
echoing into oblivion
echoing
I am the artist echoing into oblivion the song of degenerate youth and reprobate age.
giving up my right to opinion to play the devil's advocate
because he was once an angel
why must we demonize anyone who wishes to match us in greatness?
do we fear our own success so much? or is it failure?
or is it virtue left to the necessity of virtue?
I am God because I must be. if you could be, then I could not
echo into oblivion that Satan was once good
he is still good
he wants nothing more than to be Christlike
this too is our fate
our desperate plea for sanctification
is commission of suicide
whether we seek evil. or perfection.
we are fated to damnation
is this justice?
God is a petty child. impotent if matched. a bully. silencing those of power. crippling those with promise.
echo into oblivion
child of God. seek not Christ. hell is your fate
hell is your fate
hell is yours
hell is you
hell is
hell
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
Without flaw
Selflessly
Worthy of life yet
Willingly
With untainted love
A sacrifice
Not with judgment
With perfect understanding
Of Sanctification
And human feelings
Dealing with wisdom,
Sealing with patience
With undeserved kindness
Righteousness
The right balance
The only solution
Our Ransom
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
I prayed for sanctification;
Was awakened by tears.
A devastating crash,
That lead to the death,
That was fed by my breath;
I cannot take back that which I did not take.
Do not ask for my reason,
You were never so sure;
When you are forbidden to understand my rhyme.
Disease stricken, left with no cure
After all--
One can only borrow time.
I don’t plan on ******
Nor do I plan to sit under the clouds of doubt.
The course that was chosen
May not have been correct,
Now I am left frozen
With little respect.
The world around, in chaos as it spins,
but I only feel the stillness
Of your heartbeat fading.
A life full of turmoil and sins,
Until you confess
Of a life that is degrading.
Currents take me and make me
Fight harder to reach the shores;
An argument of morals and values
When suddenly your voice roars
And boasts of better times.
You have lost that which was not found.
The explosion was full of toxins,
My poison seeps out my bloodstream.
Thoughts twinkle and die
When they try to hide
In the shadows that do not welcome a soul;
A darkness so deep once it was sold.
Nightmares after each waking,
And now my words are what you are taking.
While I am left baron, and empty
When it is I who has left me
For a better place where one can save face;
Silently
Wiping the tears away
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
pay no mind or matter to any emotion submitted from here on
because if you don't mind, i don't matter
and i think this pact is mutual
are you willing to sacrifice anything?
for that matter, do you have anything that you would want to sacrifice, or do you even have anything worth sanctification
i guess
is what i'm asking you
it must get hot and uncomfortable after you take your face off
and it must have been uncomfortable the entire time anyway
come home and take it off
who are you anyway?
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
owls pick clover leaves so that their disorders are detected, remarkable
power of being, peripheral parts of their existence, satiric reality
quotidian and cynical, disorders represent internal struggles, passive
owls' reductive and holistic approaches to heavy squalls ships madly
run into, ships shaken in confusion, captains gone, crew members
thrown into the sea, owls recognise a woman does not have anything but avid
interest in men, her husbands offending each other, a pervasive pattern
of dysregulation making life doubtful than uneasy, a commitment
to passionate detachment dependent on innocent identity
impossible, nothing is possible because owls' holy life is precisely
mapped out, grave consequences of sanctification and glorification, mythic
characters not remembered only because of their relation to dead
figures in Orpheus' old legend, speaking about a Jew sacrificed
at Auschwitz, events revealed with overtones existentially psychic
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
Let the pieces fall where they fall,
because my thoughts
are crashing fast
& I don’t know
if there is time
before they cease to
exist.
As I search for sanctification
I lose myself in validity.
Thoughts pulled and thrown across
my mind that has no boundaries,
except for the ones I have
created.
I can see all that I want to,
but it is hard to interpret
the truth, and what lies
it holds and transforms into
beliefs.
The pieces have fallen,
& in all my searching,
I have discovered the only answer is
accepting.
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
There's no reason
To suffer loss.
Jesus died at such a cost.
Go to His feet
Upon the cross
Be refined.
Remove the dross.
Though by the waves
You're turned & tossed
It is horrendous
To be lost.
You endure and wonder why.
You suffer storms
And glowering skies
You see your loved ones
Leave & die.
You think you're free...
It's all a LIE
All the while
You weep & cry
Life is short
It's just a sigh...
Why have this hardship
All for naught?
Things aren't pointless
As you're taught!
Try to give this
Poem thought...
If you're born of God
You have a choice
Hear this message!
Hear my voice!
Forsake transgression
Every vice
You may want to
Read this twice.
We're beset by enemies
Who will do
Just as they please
We may burn
We may freeze
We may get sick
To cough & wheeze
We are beset
By some disease
But there's a mindset
And it FREES!
I'm talking now
To those elect
I hope it is
Of some effect
It will help in all respects!
Satan's power is inept!
You are GOD'S
And you are kept.
If you are His
You are His prize!
Don't listen to
All Satan's lies
Be circumspect
Be ye wise
Know God's power
Sanctifies
You will endure
All kinds of trials
Burning flames
High & wild!
God's not always
Soft & mild
He will chastise
A wayward child!
For that furnace
Burning flames
Burns the dross from
Those ashamed
This is no joke!
It's not a game!
You have God's calling...
BLESS HIS NAME!
He will heat you
Young or old
He will heat you
Weak or bold
He will *refine you
Just like gold.*
But there's a purpose
To the pain
To this fate we are constrained
So our love cannot be feigned!
But
*He catches tears
Which fall like rain...*
Of this fact you can be sure.
It will help you to endure.
He wants His Bride
To be pure.
When he sees
Your metal shine
Pure of body... Pure of mind
And to your mirror
He's inclined
He will see your
Beauty. Grace.
Because He'll see
HIS PERFECT FACE.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/31/2017
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
1. Jorge
still in the night he
does not remember why
—sounds of her sighs
her small ears
pressing into the tight
space of the day
or the tenderness between
him and her
held in the air
the repeated denial
of the time set chained
to hold their plans
were revolting against
trysts
spent in another’s gaze
2. Sebastian
the tenacious sense in
arrangement
lets slip imitation
how I could possess
your breath
and bear it
delicately freeing
my stances
I strained
in celebration
at the sanctification
that you’d
granted to Saint Sebastian
in Irene’s
blessing
will healing hands make
poetry
or trap the shaking
of my languid silver pens
taut but not
ready
3. Carlos
the sweet words
brought
for the lovers
that beats hard
each
hesitance
leaps
without fear
regarding
that
their time is
now here
the shape that
your
sighs take
suggesting
as if
limits don’t exist
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
With an archangelic blessing
they stand open naked exposed
one gaze of longing
one gaze of wonder
there is need of nothing
save one another
beneath stark colors
beneath fluttering imagination
beneath divine sky
neither highest peaks
over verdent fields
nor deepest riverbeds
under raging flows
prevents this sanctification
As trees may burn
As serpents may strike
As gilded beams beat down
Time halts or never was
Whilst raptured crimson wings
effortlessly suspend
any pretense of twoness
worshipping this momentary
omnipotence
cursing the ludicrous
notion of morrow
Their curving bodies are
but one--
--at least for now.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
My RIGHTEOUSNESS, like filthy rags,
weighed heavily on my mind;
I BID my Lord to take the weight,
for I knew He would in time.
~
A quiet KNOCK on my heart's door,
I answered it right away;
T'was my Jesus, standing there,
in His SANCTIFICATION ways.
JUSTIFICATION He brought to me,
the moment I opened the door;
Satan would BUFFET me each day,
when Jesus became my Lord.
~
When Satan threw his NET out,
trying to LURE me in;
His plan, it failed quite miserably,
this QUACK, who was nothing but sin.
~
My Jesus, He gave me a hug,
it showed His love and CARE;
I knew He would never leave me,
for my God is just and fair.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
found out everyday
you put yourself, on the line
a channel for the unseen
healed as she rushes through
the sanctification of the ordinary
everyday seemingly mundane
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
A sword beaten by steel hammers and forged in the fire. The arrow thats pulled back before it is sent into the whiles. A collection of hardship and reprove to understand a time.
Where as demons and angels influence all but stagger a man's walk on a thin wire.
A breathe of resiliance and stubborn heart thats entitled to what He think's he deserves until He knows the truth and his speech is soured.
Egregious revalation to what he has done. He has offended the Creator. He has crucified His son. A confession is made and the war is won but the battle for submission is nearly but one.
A sanctification is initiated and a process is begun. This man's action's and word's are revealed by the sun.
The work that takes place is a tedious and time consuming one but the man's character is revealed to himself and to everyone.
He stuggles to find himself and align himself in the will of God. He yearn's for purpose and does'nt see that each moment is purpose that each exchange matter's. Everything is considered in everything he does.
God enables his obediance when God is often sought. This man comes to find that more often it is not. It is a miracle and blessing he has made it this far. More mercy has been offered than one might oblige. More forgiveness and patience. It is a miracle this man has not died.
Our protagonist finally makes it to the frontline. Where he is not perfect but God's will is pursued. This man speak's out and into open air. Where devils and vipers gather like moths to a flare. They come one by one. Collecting like froth on a stagnant bank. They come to hear this man speak but they're heart's are anything but blank.
His words shoot like arrow's never missing thier mark. He uses The Word as a sword slashing every falsehood, piercing every heart.
He continues through the day into evening's dark. There is but one that stayed. There is but one man among them that get's a new start. So the cycle is transfered but the job is not done. The wars is won but the battle is not just one.
-RSC
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC