"thum" poems - Hello Poetry

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . i stare at a docile ocean waveless sun accosted dark and shadow edged tinned with men's brave history of misconception i 'Dragonne'. 'Colossuus'. 'Cetaecean'. - Leviathan ? As sure as hope setting sail - Past shoal, past shallow, So each chase begins. Lines parsing out, Expectations coyly Embroidered, Entwin-ned. - Leviathan ? Pray please this narrative be drawn : Truth for sake of safe harbour; Stillness without caution; Softly ripening dawn; Jupiter and Venus descendant, Celestial promise anon ? - Leviathan . Violence the casual violence of life the worst kind not casual really but whats violence anyway few knew why why ask why the few once the dice flipped get its a flying a mind a dunzo game gravity responds we hope hope together sake to gether we short the freaks short em' all them freakin freaks freaks i want you I want yours i want to take you over take control take over 29' run kontrol all night day long time end time everthing happens forfurfor fit ur once and done (nature) forfeiture reason or ur other or ur another or ur a altogether reason or simple GP drunkworld reason (nurture) surprise my ripest faither - less 5 rise 10 run huh up the down and dumb dumb ber right left left right thum ber number one number numb - ber one ones another come under the (tumb) . All Rights Reserved. James R. Morse, NYC 2013.

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Nov 30, 2012

Nov 30, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC

jr-morse

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . i stare at a docile ocean waveless sun accosted dark and shadow edged tinned with men's brave history of misconception i 'Dragonne'. 'Colossuus'. 'Cetaecean'. - Leviathan ? As sure as hope setting sail - Past shoal, past shallow, So each chase begins. Lines parsing out, Expectations coyly Embroidered, Entwin-ned. - Leviathan ? Pray please this narrative be drawn : Truth for sake of safe harbour; Stillness without caution; Softly ripening dawn; Jupiter and Venus descendant, Celestial promise anon ? - Leviathan . Violence the casual violence of life the worst kind not casual really but whats violence anyway few knew why why ask why the few once the dice flipped get its a flying a mind a dunzo game gravity responds we hope hope together sake to gether we short the freaks short em' all them freakin freaks freaks i want you I want yours i want to take you over take control take over 29' run kontrol all night day long time end time everthing happens forfurfor fit ur once and done (nature) forfeiture reason or ur other or ur another or ur a altogether reason or simple GP drunkworld reason (nurture) surprise my ripest faither - less 5 rise 10 run huh up the down and dumb dumb ber right left left right thum ber number one number numb - ber one ones another come under the (tumb) . All Rights Reserved. James R. Morse, NYC 2013.

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It'll rain tears of sacrifice, as the witching hour eclipses with my heartbeat. Thuh-thump. I can see shadows that don't belong here. They seek the throat of my poetry. Thuh-Thump. If six months stole the kiss of Jack Frost, six months can stitch our love back together. Thuh--hh....... thum--p... *I will die, every day, waiting for you if I have to.* .

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC

Skaidrum

A Weak Heart

It'll rain tears of sacrifice, as the witching hour eclipses with my heartbeat. Thuh-thump. I can see shadows that don't belong here. They seek the throat of my poetry. Thuh-Thump. If six months stole the kiss of Jack Frost, six months can stitch our love back together. Thuh--hh....... thum--p... *I will die, every day, waiting for you if I have to.* .

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So aye We wir watchin that David Attenborough or tryin tae - fower weans tearin up the joint, an she's like, See if youse dinny shut it...! an aw that, ken - You no gonny tell thum? So ah'm like, "Aye. Wheesht, youse." But it wis amazin, like. These fish. Years oot at sea. Tiny wee at first, dodgin sharks an jellyfish an aw sorts, awa oot, miles fae land. (*God! Youse! Take it up the stair! Tell thum, you!* "Aye, boys. Listen tae yir ma.") Then wan day, like they get the urge, ken? Got tae go. An in they come, surgin fae the sea, these sleek, silver bullets fat wi feedin. (I'll no tell yis again!) Nothin, an ah mean nothing is gonny stop them. Waterfalls? Nae bother. Just pure hungry fir the lassies, ken? The boy Attenborough sais they dinny even eat! (*That's it! Ah tellt ye! Here you! Take some responsibility, wull ye?* "Eh? Oh, aye. Away tae yir rooms, boys - yir ma tellt ye.") These pure ***** divils will loup up sheer cliffs, baws burstin, bi the look ay it. Poetry in motion, ken? Like, ah dinny ken, pure water brought tae life, an that. Jist pure savage. An then, haw - they find the lassies! An it's jist, like, 'splurge'! Done the deed. Gemme ower, job done, deid. An there's this shot. Ripplin shallows, just fill ay the twitchin bodies. Craws an bears an that, queuin up fir the bonanza. Jist, like, totally spent. An she's aw, *Here, is that no terrible? Pair buggers! Eifter aw that!* An ah'm like, "Aye." But see inside, ah'm thinkin, "Lucky, lucky ********

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

Salmon

So aye We wir watchin that David Attenborough or tryin tae - fower weans tearin up the joint, an she's like, See if youse dinny shut it...! an aw that, ken - You no gonny tell thum? So ah'm like, "Aye. Wheesht, youse." But it wis amazin, like. These fish. Years oot at sea. Tiny wee at first, dodgin sharks an jellyfish an aw sorts, awa oot, miles fae land. (*God! Youse! Take it up the stair! Tell thum, you!* "Aye, boys. Listen tae yir ma.") Then wan day, like they get the urge, ken? Got tae go. An in they come, surgin fae the sea, these sleek, silver bullets fat wi feedin. (I'll no tell yis again!) Nothin, an ah mean nothing is gonny stop them. Waterfalls? Nae bother. Just pure hungry fir the lassies, ken? The boy Attenborough sais they dinny even eat! (*That's it! Ah tellt ye! Here you! Take some responsibility, wull ye?* "Eh? Oh, aye. Away tae yir rooms, boys - yir ma tellt ye.") These pure ***** divils will loup up sheer cliffs, baws burstin, bi the look ay it. Poetry in motion, ken? Like, ah dinny ken, pure water brought tae life, an that. Jist pure savage. An then, haw - they find the lassies! An it's jist, like, 'splurge'! Done the deed. Gemme ower, job done, deid. An there's this shot. Ripplin shallows, just fill ay the twitchin bodies. Craws an bears an that, queuin up fir the bonanza. Jist, like, totally spent. An she's aw, *Here, is that no terrible? Pair buggers! Eifter aw that!* An ah'm like, "Aye." But see inside, ah'm thinkin, "Lucky, lucky ********

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I sat in my veranda A mellow sun shining above me Its light, blinking - still drowsy from a restful night Clouds, like cars of cotton rushing past - going who knows where... The trees creaking and sighing, dancing a hypnotic dance The birds singing their ballad, of times long gone Suddenly - a scent caressed my nose Like a cruel flirt, touched me and vanished Leaving me breathless I heard my heart beat - thum.......thum...thum It got louder - thum! thum! thum! No! not my heartbeat, I heard drums Drums, playing a primal song I saw...I saw mountains high and mighty Decked with vivid paintings Of a different way of life I saw streams, rushing past The cold water sprinkled my face with soft kisses I saw forests, dark and deep No doubt home to Wood Elves,Nymphs, Wizards and Witches and beasts with wings and horns I saw silver ruins, fallen walls Vines and ivy creeping over them, vein-like A lonely banner hung on one of the walls Old and tattered, yet still regal and proud Fluttering in the wind, it spoke to me Of horse's hooves, armour clad knights, oaths being taken, oaths being broken, Clashing of swords, a time long gone... Suddenly - a scent hit my nose A scent, rough and urban And there it was - a metal beast Yellower then the summer sun Groaning with indignation It rushed past Leaving a trail of black smoke and dust And there I sat, in my veranda Searching frantically for another glimpse Of that wonderful land In vain...

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC

WayRestSky

A Glimpse

I sat in my veranda A mellow sun shining above me Its light, blinking - still drowsy from a restful night Clouds, like cars of cotton rushing past - going who knows where... The trees creaking and sighing, dancing a hypnotic dance The birds singing their ballad, of times long gone Suddenly - a scent caressed my nose Like a cruel flirt, touched me and vanished Leaving me breathless I heard my heart beat - thum.......thum...thum It got louder - thum! thum! thum! No! not my heartbeat, I heard drums Drums, playing a primal song I saw...I saw mountains high and mighty Decked with vivid paintings Of a different way of life I saw streams, rushing past The cold water sprinkled my face with soft kisses I saw forests, dark and deep No doubt home to Wood Elves,Nymphs, Wizards and Witches and beasts with wings and horns I saw silver ruins, fallen walls Vines and ivy creeping over them, vein-like A lonely banner hung on one of the walls Old and tattered, yet still regal and proud Fluttering in the wind, it spoke to me Of horse's hooves, armour clad knights, oaths being taken, oaths being broken, Clashing of swords, a time long gone... Suddenly - a scent hit my nose A scent, rough and urban And there it was - a metal beast Yellower then the summer sun Groaning with indignation It rushed past Leaving a trail of black smoke and dust And there I sat, in my veranda Searching frantically for another glimpse Of that wonderful land In vain...

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you are not delicate. when your flesh bruises, when your bones break, when your head aches, when your lover leaves, you will carry on. there is a reason tears do not burn skin. your muscles were made to lift your heavy heart and leaden legs. you were made to carry on. so when he tells you "i don't love you anymore," your bones will not allow you to collapse, your muscles will carry you forward. there is a reason your eyes are in the front of your head. don't look back. you will not break. you are not a cheap manufactured toy. you are an exquisite human being hand-crafted by the likes of god. your weak joints cannot be snapped. you are made of blood, sweat, and tears and you are resilient. your heart will not break. the average human heart heart has over 2 billion beats in it. until you are old and wrinkled, your heart will be there, ba-thum, ba-thum, reminding you that yes, you are alive, you are so alive. your bones don't break on a nightly basis. a force of 1,700 pounds per square inch is required to fracture a femur, and yes, i know his words felt like punches, but your ribs are quite alright. i know that your past sits on your shoulders, i promise that you were made to bear its weight. your heart strings are made of solid steel and though you may not have an iron grip, you learn to catch the curveballs. i promise. so no, you will not break. you are not delicate. you are strong, you are beautiful, you are unique. you will not break. you will endure

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC

9999

you are not delicate // you will not break

you are not delicate. when your flesh bruises, when your bones break, when your head aches, when your lover leaves, you will carry on. there is a reason tears do not burn skin. your muscles were made to lift your heavy heart and leaden legs. you were made to carry on. so when he tells you "i don't love you anymore," your bones will not allow you to collapse, your muscles will carry you forward. there is a reason your eyes are in the front of your head. don't look back. you will not break. you are not a cheap manufactured toy. you are an exquisite human being hand-crafted by the likes of god. your weak joints cannot be snapped. you are made of blood, sweat, and tears and you are resilient. your heart will not break. the average human heart heart has over 2 billion beats in it. until you are old and wrinkled, your heart will be there, ba-thum, ba-thum, reminding you that yes, you are alive, you are so alive. your bones don't break on a nightly basis. a force of 1,700 pounds per square inch is required to fracture a femur, and yes, i know his words felt like punches, but your ribs are quite alright. i know that your past sits on your shoulders, i promise that you were made to bear its weight. your heart strings are made of solid steel and though you may not have an iron grip, you learn to catch the curveballs. i promise. so no, you will not break. you are not delicate. you are strong, you are beautiful, you are unique. you will not break. you will endure

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Head floating. Thump thump Thumping in your head. Thump thump You can feel every breath Inhale Dragging down your throat Exhale Each one a different texture Inhale Soft and cool, slipping down Exhale Climbing up, pushing out Inhale Your chest a vast cavern Exhale And every nerve attentive Thump thump Not being able to speak Should I? Nothing is important enough to say Is it? You are amplified and too focused Am I? Every thought decaying Thump thump You can feel the pieces falling Thump thump Making your heart quiver Thump thump And it goes on for hours Thump thump Which seems like years Thump thump And you can't hide your fears Thump They focus on you Thump And latch onto you Thum They love you Thu Don't let them go Th You need them T And they . need you.

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Oct 10, 2013

Oct 10, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC

orbitalmucus

Picture this:

Head floating. Thump thump Thumping in your head. Thump thump You can feel every breath Inhale Dragging down your throat Exhale Each one a different texture Inhale Soft and cool, slipping down Exhale Climbing up, pushing out Inhale Your chest a vast cavern Exhale And every nerve attentive Thump thump Not being able to speak Should I? Nothing is important enough to say Is it? You are amplified and too focused Am I? Every thought decaying Thump thump You can feel the pieces falling Thump thump Making your heart quiver Thump thump And it goes on for hours Thump thump Which seems like years Thump thump And you can't hide your fears Thump They focus on you Thump And latch onto you Thum They love you Thu Don't let them go Th You need them T And they . need you.

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Whoa. See that yin? Jist sittin there? Ye ken how she’s sittin like that, don’t ye? Well, whit’s she sittin oan? Aye, her erse. She’s only sittin like that So ye ken she’s got an erse. Gaggin fir it. An whoa, check that yin! Wearin claes! Filthy cow! Whit dae ye mean, “Whit dae ah mean”? Claes! Ye canny wear claes If ye huvny got a boady, can ye? That’s right – Just screamin it, so she is – “Check oot ma boady!” Aye, ah wull an aw! Don’t mind if ah dae! Aw, mate – that yin! That yin ower there! Bendin her airm! See her? Bendin her airm like a mucky **** That’s so ye ken She’s got elbows! Phwoar, I ken your type hen – you wi yir elbows an a’thin! Desperate fur it, aren’t ye? An man! This yin, walkin towards us! Breathin in an oot! Whit a slapper! Breathin in an oot! Aye, ye need a pair o lungs tae dae that, I bet, eh, hen? A pair o fine, functioning lungs! Aye, you use them, doll – dinny you be shy! Ah’m no! Aw pal, haud me back! This yin! This yin eatin a meat pie! Shameless wee **** Aw yeah, baby, I ken whit that means! Mean’s ye’ve got yirsel a **** wee digestive tract in there, no? Ye dinny hae tae spell it oot tae me, love! Probably got a pair o kidneys tucked away in there too, ye ***** wee ***** Aw the same, ur they no? Aw ae thum. Gantin oan it.

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

Aw the Same

Whoa. See that yin? Jist sittin there? Ye ken how she’s sittin like that, don’t ye? Well, whit’s she sittin oan? Aye, her erse. She’s only sittin like that So ye ken she’s got an erse. Gaggin fir it. An whoa, check that yin! Wearin claes! Filthy cow! Whit dae ye mean, “Whit dae ah mean”? Claes! Ye canny wear claes If ye huvny got a boady, can ye? That’s right – Just screamin it, so she is – “Check oot ma boady!” Aye, ah wull an aw! Don’t mind if ah dae! Aw, mate – that yin! That yin ower there! Bendin her airm! See her? Bendin her airm like a mucky **** That’s so ye ken She’s got elbows! Phwoar, I ken your type hen – you wi yir elbows an a’thin! Desperate fur it, aren’t ye? An man! This yin, walkin towards us! Breathin in an oot! Whit a slapper! Breathin in an oot! Aye, ye need a pair o lungs tae dae that, I bet, eh, hen? A pair o fine, functioning lungs! Aye, you use them, doll – dinny you be shy! Ah’m no! Aw pal, haud me back! This yin! This yin eatin a meat pie! Shameless wee **** Aw yeah, baby, I ken whit that means! Mean’s ye’ve got yirsel a **** wee digestive tract in there, no? Ye dinny hae tae spell it oot tae me, love! Probably got a pair o kidneys tucked away in there too, ye ***** wee ***** Aw the same, ur they no? Aw ae thum. Gantin oan it.

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you will never hear a thumping drum of a Kafkaesque mea culpa of the first fist clenched drumming against the chest... thum' thum' thump, boom boom, boom boom, given that my index finger on my right hand was dislodged in order that i might not clench it into a fist, given the strong hand it once was, given that, i'd still gladly if not ably punch you dead - indeed should it take another dislocation i would see it: a face ably punched dead, nonetheless... question is, would i take more pleasure anally defacing it rather than punching it?

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

a Kafkaesque mea culpa

you will never hear a thumping drum of a Kafkaesque mea culpa of the first fist clenched drumming against the chest... thum' thum' thump, boom boom, boom boom, given that my index finger on my right hand was dislodged in order that i might not clench it into a fist, given the strong hand it once was, given that, i'd still gladly if not ably punch you dead - indeed should it take another dislocation i would see it: a face ably punched dead, nonetheless... question is, would i take more pleasure anally defacing it rather than punching it?

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thump thump thump my heart goes thump thump thump as it grips the rose thump thump thump blood runs thick thump thump thu my sobs escape quick thump thump th screaming from my soul thump thump within the lonely hole thump thum dug by thump the knife ...thump and .....th you

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Jan 31, 2015

Jan 31, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC

eliza-t

pounding

thump thump thump my heart goes thump thump thump as it grips the rose thump thump thump blood runs thick thump thump thu my sobs escape quick thump thump th screaming from my soul thump thump within the lonely hole thump thum dug by thump the knife ...thump and .....th you

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ANG'O MOMIYO PINY MABOR? Agoyo erokamano Ne Nyasaye mosewara kuom tuoche,dhier kod masira.Kendo daher mar goyo erokamano gi chunya duto ne ji duto mosebedo ka konya kendo tala e yore mag rieko gi ngima.Ndikoni en achiel kuom weche masetemo mondo andik ne joherana kendo ji duto ma puonjore yore ngima kowuok kuom weche ma andiko . Nitiere ndalo moro mane asandora malit bang' akweda modhuro ,kendo ndalo mang'eny asetemo wuok kuom mibadhi gi masira go. Omiyo ne aneno kit dhano kane chandruok omako chunya,chandruok mar manyo rieko.Ji mangeny ne oweya kagiwacho ni gik matimo ok kare,ji matin ahinya emane obedo piny mondo owinj gimane chando chunya.Jogo duto agoyonegi erokamano. Omiyo kane andiko gigi chunya ne gombo mondo ji duto oyud rieko kawuok gi gik ma awacho gi. Ji mang'eny temo mondo oyud gik piny gi yore ma ok ber,an agoyo erokamano ne ruodha kuom taya e ler ka adimbora mondo abed ng'ato ma an kawuono. Andiko wechegi mondo uyud ler kowuok kuom puonjo madieri.Piny ka ok nyal res gi muma inyalo rese gi thum gi ndiko.Omiyo akao kinde mondo andik weche maneno ,ka pogo oganda e pinyka. An ajaote.Kik igoya lero nikech apogora gi mibadhi gi miriambo.Ruaka uru e chunyu,kendo ukao kinde uwinj weche matemo pimo. Ne Ji duto marito ndiko ma asebedo kandiko ndalo mane apondo e **** dhano,beduru mana gi kwe nikech chunya nikodu machiegni,aherou. -Synopsia mar Piny Mabor,Budding Dirt. "As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all."-Budding Dirt My mind is a sea of monarch butterflies. That flutter, all hella haphazard and disordered. As delicate as rice paper. And impatient. No matter how I chase them. I cannot catch them. Because while I’m clomping through the brush, swinging a net and crushing the seedlings, they are dancing from flower to flower, unperturbed by my pursuit. Flittering in the sun like the skittish memory of a dream in the light of day'-Budding Dirt

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC

Buddingdirt

Synopsia,Mar Piny Mabor

ANG'O MOMIYO PINY MABOR? Agoyo erokamano Ne Nyasaye mosewara kuom tuoche,dhier kod masira.Kendo daher mar goyo erokamano gi chunya duto ne ji duto mosebedo ka konya kendo tala e yore mag rieko gi ngima.Ndikoni en achiel kuom weche masetemo mondo andik ne joherana kendo ji duto ma puonjore yore ngima kowuok kuom weche ma andiko . Nitiere ndalo moro mane asandora malit bang' akweda modhuro ,kendo ndalo mang'eny asetemo wuok kuom mibadhi gi masira go. Omiyo ne aneno kit dhano kane chandruok omako chunya,chandruok mar manyo rieko.Ji mangeny ne oweya kagiwacho ni gik matimo ok kare,ji matin ahinya emane obedo piny mondo owinj gimane chando chunya.Jogo duto agoyonegi erokamano. Omiyo kane andiko gigi chunya ne gombo mondo ji duto oyud rieko kawuok gi gik ma awacho gi. Ji mang'eny temo mondo oyud gik piny gi yore ma ok ber,an agoyo erokamano ne ruodha kuom taya e ler ka adimbora mondo abed ng'ato ma an kawuono. Andiko wechegi mondo uyud ler kowuok kuom puonjo madieri.Piny ka ok nyal res gi muma inyalo rese gi thum gi ndiko.Omiyo akao kinde mondo andik weche maneno ,ka pogo oganda e pinyka. An ajaote.Kik igoya lero nikech apogora gi mibadhi gi miriambo.Ruaka uru e chunyu,kendo ukao kinde uwinj weche matemo pimo. Ne Ji duto marito ndiko ma asebedo kandiko ndalo mane apondo e **** dhano,beduru mana gi kwe nikech chunya nikodu machiegni,aherou. -Synopsia mar Piny Mabor,Budding Dirt. "As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all."-Budding Dirt My mind is a sea of monarch butterflies. That flutter, all hella haphazard and disordered. As delicate as rice paper. And impatient. No matter how I chase them. I cannot catch them. Because while I’m clomping through the brush, swinging a net and crushing the seedlings, they are dancing from flower to flower, unperturbed by my pursuit. Flittering in the sun like the skittish memory of a dream in the light of day'-Budding Dirt

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Drum thum, beat in my head of my heart as I recite the commandment given to me by the saint and by the one who came before, my Lord Christ. Do not love the world, but you are the world, my desire of the flesh, the thorn in my side. You plague me day and night in lust for you. You are darkness smothering me in my unbelief, not trusting in Him but in you. I find relief in temporary removal of pain. Explain this to me. I pray to walk in Him on Sundays surrounded by others, but after slamming of stained doors I walk in you. The love of the Father is not in me. You are relief founded in unbelief.

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC

sky_moede

1 John 2:15

Drum thum, beat in my head of my heart as I recite the commandment given to me by the saint and by the one who came before, my Lord Christ. Do not love the world, but you are the world, my desire of the flesh, the thorn in my side. You plague me day and night in lust for you. You are darkness smothering me in my unbelief, not trusting in Him but in you. I find relief in temporary removal of pain. Explain this to me. I pray to walk in Him on Sundays surrounded by others, but after slamming of stained doors I walk in you. The love of the Father is not in me. You are relief founded in unbelief.

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