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jeffrey robin Jul 2010
the last child.........(gasp!)

breathing
.............poisonous fumes!

in the city
along what were once pristine shores!

WHOA!  POET!!

what images of freedom are left for you
to use
in order to maintain some sense of balance
some symmetry

some REASON
for rhythm  syntax or rhyme

sme sense of a universal harmony?

the mountains have been leveled
and are stricken from view

IS ONLY RAW *** LEFT?

or "funny love" or self abuse?

dainty little words drip down

POET!

be true

you are not the cosmic clown!

come

let SILENCE reign

and then speak clearly

as becomes you
Elsbeth Poe Nov 2013
I'm
I'm the strange bursts of color you see with eyes closed trying to rub away the sleep.
I'm the rattling of the drawer. That old glass pill bottle full of baby teeth mom saved.
I'm the moss covered tilted grave. The one you can no longer read.
I'm the realization "ohmygodthat'sme".

I'm strong.
I am.
I'm willing to show you.

I'm a juxtaposition. An old soul mid cartwheel.

I'm a lover.
I'm a dream climber. A star wisher.

I'm as cheesy as the moon.
I'm crazy and woo woo.
I'm always on the move.

I'm the product.
I'm the salesman.
I'm afraid.

I'm careful.
I'm stubborn.
I'm brave.

I'm extreme.
I'm full of ready tears.
I'm full of ****.
I'm a broken record. Steady streaming of these feelings.

I'm a candid photograph. A fleeting moment that can live again.
I'm always hungry for positivity.
I'm fed up with proud ignorance.

I'm haunted by my purpose.
I'm trying to make a difference.

I am part of everything.

I'm a woman.
I'm a man.

I am.
I am.
I am.

E.Poe
*Nov 2013
RMatheson Apr 2011
Your life may never be the same,
but there will come a time when I don't
drive you to distraction
occupy your mind
engulf your every moment

but I am not here for the conception of new memories:
coffee
arguments
commercials
Sunday dinners
shared cigarettes
pregnancy news from family
getting high
getting sick
car ride album listens
dark room hair pulls
bright room eye locks
glances across the table because
          everyone else is so stupid, aren't they?
squeezing into a too small bath together

They are all disintegrating
moments break apart
fall away from you,
left only with the clichéd sand through your fingers
like the memories of the

sme l of my b eath
f el of my tou h
so nd  o m vo ce
s  h   f  y fa e
  ve I h    y u
Infamous one Jan 2013
dont say anything if you cant follow through
dont make promises if you plan to break them
talk is cheap actions impact others
be a friend throuh thick and thin
why say i love you and show no love
too many times manipulated by change
turns out sme stay the same
lies will never be true they blend in with fantasties
all you do is lie believe the bs that comes from your mouth
claim to have respect but show those close disrespect
may fool others but those you hurt know the truth
need favors there you are
things are well no where to be found
honor makes you a persn one can love and respect
neglect those and theyll suspect the worse
words to live by words to honor
Mykarocknrollin Jan 2020
persistent perfume
sticky and rubbing skin
strictly consistent bloom
don't throw this on a bin
i know i'm just a muse
hey boy
am i a toy
not the same as before
i'm small
but i can carry a ball
but yes i think i fall
don't make this a troll
i'll just do the roll
afraid to crawl
back to your arms
back to you
back to no clue

xo
Chuma Komani Nov 2013
People don't believe me when I say
I have a drum as a heart
Every beat reminds my mind
That music is in me
Music is in my blood
Music is all that I am

This beat is the same beat
That keeps me alive
That keeps me going
Flowing with the rhythm
Showing my ability
Knowing what being alive is...

This beat is the sme beat
That pumps blood into my veins
So that my body can move
And groove
To the rhythm of the sound
As my feet tap the ground
I know I am bound
For this
TheSanguinary Jan 2021
I need sme water
My body needs more
This thirst,
I hve failed to quench
The more i drink
The thirstier i become
The thirdt only she can quench

I hve been inslaved to my desire
My desire to hve her
My desire to hold her
To devour her
The harder i try to escape
The deeper it feels
As a slave to my desire
An addict to her love

I feel like i hve a pit inside me
One that can keep eating for eternity
Deep and dark
U mightcall it bottomless
Am I tired....?
Yes
Can i stop....?
No
I cant stop eating
My hunger for her keeps growing
with every bite i take
The pit grows deeper
Leaving me starving for more
A hunger even she cant satisfy
Call me gluttony

I thirst for her lips
My body craves to taste em
A revitalising kiss that brings back life to my shrivelled and dry body
I am an addict to her love
A day without her feels like eternity
When im in her,
Arms feels like home
When i see her
My heart jumps from joy
Like playing a song for her
I starve for her body
The slightest and most delicate of touches feels like hve touched heaven
The screams and moans....,
Melodies i can't live without
When she kiss me
When she holds me
And when she takes me in
I pray it is a fantasy
Because if not......
I MAY BE IN LOVE.
Den
nehasnoucí chtíč, to jest tá pohonná hmota
bez ní sme jako hvězdy bez vodíku
nemůžem vybuchnout a ovplivnit vesmír kolem nás
Dellynor Feb 2016
I told you
You panicked
You rejected me
I was broken
I tried
But it didn't work
I patiently waited for you
You didn't acknowledge
Your presence enlightens me
The distance destroy sme
Your ignorance breaks
Distractions can't help
Cause you invade my thoughts
This mean that
Am addicted to you
jeffrey conyers Sep 2016
Show yourself to be approved.
Words constantly spoken in the ministerial staff to congregation.
And hold weights of truth.

Scriptures, written accordingly to viewpoints.
So when others brings up something to question ourselves about.
Instant rage from some that it just can't be truth.

Then, we only know what we been told?
So if you must investigate more for truth.
Then yo must.
Truth appears from all research.
Sme worth of substance.
Other limited in truth.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
who needs a giraffe
when you can **** a rhino?

elongated neck,
a smirk,
a take on being
the emblem of savvy...
the last of the worth
of 20 odd years...

jeff buckley:
before i hear your cry...
and i will hear
your cry: your *****!
you will cry! *****!
it's jeff buckley!
you will cry!

i don't want to,
but i will...
and i will because
i am not .i.am.
and because i...
want to & too...

i have more worth
of a heart,
yet i heave so much less
to incorporate
a tear to guarantee
be a bitten beat
of rhythm...
your:
my kiss my heart,
and the tooth nibbling
spare,
to be left in youth:
a promenade's worth
of a a spring's
and a promenade's
buckle scoop
for a squander...

     jeff buckley
would never become
a brandon lee..

          with such song on
the air, and with such ache,
dying...
   will be satiated by
an anaesthetic...
whereby:
  all of dying revolves
around the simpleton's quest
of the worded: just fine...

i am willing to die,
to have died,
with such tenderness
of a closure with
the gravity of
jeff buckley's:
hallelujah
of the mea culpa
             variant...

ha! no life prior
to 30 and not having listened
to miles davis' kind of blue...
as if i were
prior to learning
the concept of lounging
and billy the kid
experiecing the object of
sofa...
   and...

what comes within the confines
of... a "lost feather"...
and what is the "necessary"
base for script...

              and what is
the submerged feel
of tongue...
  and what is akin to it:
a broken wing...
and...
                the turmeric's worth
for the worth of:
sun begot slip,
and slip begot the baron
clot of hindsight
of a scraatching vinyl
on ice lord: loop.

i need both a lemon
and an orange, peeled,
for a sunset...
but to be given either,
as both,
to make resemble,
an equal clarity!

             how about...
i lose any and all
ambition to cherish
anything of worth and
anything at all to have
have been lost,
and synchronised
in being cherished too?

how about that?
am i, what deserves a p.s.
and only thus,
said and lost
and lost and said and better
forgotten...
and no rubric,
and certainly not the Beatles
and certainly no Evlis...

and you my cold Monday,
and you...
my lazy Sunday,
and you my: never a cure
the cure pop slash of song...

stranded sire,
of a sinking ship,
bound to an achor,
and weaving
waves to a wadering
wind
made tumult:
what could have
been a thought,
a soul,
a, a breath,
came as lightly as...
nothing more than
an elongated vowel
and the captured
elongation of a vowel
in a consonant:
AH...

            what was
to be a riddle...
became as simple as...

a...
        
                  sigh;

sighs do not allow themselves
to be congested by
a tomb...

       i: tow the debt of...
whispers without an
anonymous script of:
people who'd love to be
associated
with given: scrap 'o'
           cohen...

who is the www.poetryfoundation.org?
who is anyone,
who is:
the person with a head
for a shank of lamb
prior to the Edward crowned;
oven invitation only:
         supra to no ditto?

choc. chipped cookies:
and all that's
assured the conventional
terminology of
an Etonian, mess...

         me?

             what: ****'s worth
of ******* a ******?
do i look like some
English bourgeoisie?
      no!
                 i have hibernian
attaché "squirm"
              spots of minder
to "attempt" to gravitate from...
in Catholic,
as in:

      'eire and the paul's slack
& lack...

           fidgit: the LOAN TITO TEEN OH
'phbet...

scout the 'ed
& eer' 'n' oh...
                  to loan a sme'ck...
and rattled by 'eeve'
  to confine a:
Mr. to every Moun't'aey.
Jerry Howarth Nov 2021
Text: Act 2:1-21; Isa. 28:11
Intro: Speaking in tongues was a special gift given to  special men, for a special purpose for a special people for a special period of time.

Now read 2:1-12; Isa.28:11 The first truth I want you to know, is that the tongues in Acts 2, was an actual human language, not some heavnly language.

The day of Pentecost of the apostles preaching the Gospel in a gentile language, of which they had never learned, was prophesied by the prophet, Joel and Isa.

Note in the Isa.28 passage,vs.11 that the Apostles would speak win a stammering lips and another tongue i.e. another language, the Gentile language.

A. Stammering lips , compared to the Jewish lanuage which is an
     easy flowing language, the Gentile language is staccato sounding
     language, or as this Scripture renders it "stammering" sounding.
B. So Scripure has established that the original speaking in tongues
     was a specific human language, given to special men - the 12
    Apostles.
       ....and note also,  these men had not been striken in the spirit or
       had someone lay hands on them and utter heavenly words over
      them, and declare  they had just been baptized in the Holy
     Ghost.
     ans declare he or she jad just been baptized in thr Holy Ghost.
C. Next take note, that this  speaking in a language  which they had never peviously learned, was for a special purpose -the proclaiming the wonderful works ofGod -Acts 2:11 and God's plans for the future Acts 2:17-20., and the most important purpose , V.21 to proclaim God's salvation - "Whosoever shall call upon the Name of the Lord, shall be saved."

Now I want to pull over to the side of the road, and park for awhile and talk to you,  who-so-ever-you are  who  thinks you have talked in tongues - have you ever used that gift to proclaim the Word of God, the Word of salvation? Of course  you haven't; because as I Corth. 14:9 says "Except you utter by tongue (a language) words to understand, how shall it be known what is spoken? For you shall speak in the air."
                               Personl Illustraion
At one time I worked among sme Mexican men who did not speak or uderstand the English language. I and a particuler Mexican man and I became friends. I invited him to church,which he refused, Why? As he said, I could not understand laguage or the music.

I'm saying very bluntly to anyone reading this who thinks you have a special gift of speakig in tongues,  except you speak in a language they understand, proclaiming the wonderful works and wonderful work of God, you are fooling yourself or have been fooled by someone else that you have the gift of speaking in tongues.

"But Preacher, I know I was speaking in a heavenly language because I had no control over my tongue."

"I understand that, and will address it in a few minutes."
But right now I want to review what we have leaned thus far.
1. Speaking in tongues is an earthly known language, not
    some heavenlylanguage.
2. Speaking in a unleaned language was specia gift of the Holy Spirit
    given to some special men for a special purpose.
3. That purppse was to proclaim the Word of salvation to some
   special people the Israelites, IOW the Jewish people.
a.Isa. 28: 11,12 says "Yet thet would not hear" so now go to the New
   Testament I Cor. 14:21 which subsatuates Isa,  28: 11-12,In the law
   it is written,  with men of other tongues (languages) other lips,  
  will   I speak to this people, and yet for all that they will not hear
  me, saith the Lord" I Cor. 14:22 says "Tongues are for a SIGN, not to
  them that believe but to them that believe not." and John 1:11 tells
  us who the unbelievers are "Jesus came unto His own but His own
  recieved Him not"

Now I'm going to address those who say "I know I'm speaking in tongues, because I have no control over my tongue,
You are not going to like me for what I am going to say, but you really need to hear it.
Look at Acts 16:16-18 and pay attention to details. This girl had no control over her following Paul around and actually was sayimg some things we today, might have easiy been drawn in to her, "These men are the servants of the most high God which show us the way of salvation."

But Paul recognized her for what she was, a demon possessed
person, and even though she was saying some wonderful things, Paul said,"I command you in the name of Jesus Christ, come out of her" and she came out the same hour.

OK< now what I am about to tell you, if this young girl  had no control over her tongue, just as this damsel had no control over her tongue, is it possible you are being controlled by an evil spiirit. If you have no idea of what you  are saying, has it ever entered your mind that a satanic spirit is cursing Jesus, using your tongue to do so

Remember, tongues are a known human language, and you have no idea wht you are saying, so its a very possiblity that an  evil spirit is speaking in some forign laguage through the use of your vocal chords,  Not to Praise Jesus, But curse Him.

Now I know there are several passages that have to do with speaking in tongues,(An unlearned language), but keep in mind that tongues was a SIGN FOR THE JEWISH PEOPLE and in every pasage where tongues were spoken, they were always  speakin in a Gentile language that the Jewish people had lerned, and always the were proclaiming the Gospel to a, or, some Jews.

In closing, I am going to show you from Scripture, that the gift of tonges was for a SPECIAL PEOPLE for a SPECIAL PERIOD OF TIME and that time has long ago passed on, SO speaking in tongues
is not for today ICor. 13:8 "...whether there be tongues, they shall cease."

When did they cease? Look at 13:10  "When that which is perfect (complete) is come, then that which is in part (incomplete) shall be done away,"

"When "that" which is perfect is come" is not a reference to Jesus' return, as some have taught, Why? Because the word "that" is a neuter word, neither male nor female and so is talking about the completion of the Scriptures. Besides, Jesus is not a "that".

Ok, you may ask, "When was the completion of the Scrptures?" Look at the last word in Revelation. With the salutation of John's writings, came the end of many of the speaking gifts, such as the gift of tongues.

Today with the completion of thr verbal insp[iraion ofmScriptre, tongues are no longer needed; We hve God's last wrd to the world of humanity in writtn form. God has laid aside His daligs with Israel, so the SIGN of tonges is no longer needed for them; everyone gets the Gospel of God's Word the same way......through the written Wrd of God.
           From Jerry Howarth's Book of Sermons
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GENIE May 2020
It'sme, the me you expected the worst of,
Its me, are you surprised????
Well, so was I!!!!!!
I'm surprised at me

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