"unbelievers" poems
“Dear Lord, I know I am the angel you most regret.
Forgive me for my misunderstood intentions.
Forgive me for the drugs I take in just to be right beneath your feet.
Forgive me for the sins I commit without regretting them.
Forgive me if I’m not a strong enough soldier to defend your word when unbelievers bash on your greatness.
Forgive me.”
stands up and wipes the dirt off his prickly knees
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
SS :
We're headed for a deep DEEP valley
Orange sky in tornado alley
Trouble just around the bend
Are you ready for it friend?
Kids don't have enough to eat
Mom n dad work but
Can't make ends meet
The price of gas is
On the double
Life in this world
Just plain trouble
Christian people in despair
Unbelievers everywhere
Don't want to know
The eternal score
Don't want to listen
Anymore.
AB :
Six kids,
Two jobs,
What's a hard working mother got to do,
To get some hard earned money,
I know that you need it too,
People can't afford vehicles,
So they take the bus,
Why don't the presidents,
Just say yes , to us,
Instead you make us live,
In this demented world,
Heaven and hell still battling,
And what's with teenage girls,
More teen pregnancies in u.s alone,
Why don't they just leave that intimacy alone,
You should be greatful for our lord and savior,
Because without him,
Hearts will be turned to stone,
SS:
There IS a stone...
He's called The Rock....
His existence?
More than talk.
If you don't listen
Tell you true...
Then that Rock's
Gonna FALL ON YOU
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Dear Strong,
Stay.
No matter what,
Stay.
No matter how hard
the wind hits you,
Stay.
No matter how painful
the scars on your soul,
Stay.
No matter how empty
and lonely you are,
Stay.
No matter how heavy
the rain of tears
that falls from your well of fears,
Stay.
No matter how tired
your legs are
from running in the jungle of thoughts,
Stay.
No matter how hurtful
the song of tortures that came from the mouth of unbelievers,
Stay.
No matter how annoyed
you are by the colors of the fake rainbows,
Stay.
Stay and Stay.
You only have yourself.
You need you,
as much as they need you.
Stay.
Just Stay.
You'll make wonders
when you
Stay, Dear Strong.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Lack of people contact drains confidence
Its not there when you want to use it
Like an empty gun
Making you the deer in the headlights
The blended grey days leak ability
And enthusiasm
Fix the toilet, mow the lawn
Or just sit and stare
The lies on paper grow wider
In order to gain attention
And once given scream ‘fraud’
As you stumble to convince the unbelievers
Work for yourself
The old mantra repeats
But where are the clients
The ready takers for your services
Going over the edge
It’s not a rapid movement
But you can see it coming
From the first day it started
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
It's OK to be WOKE.
It's not right to be WRONG.
Appropriate intersectionality!
Occupy cis-gender privilege!
Believe unbelievers!
Wake the wokeness in women!
Hands OFF my body politic!
Celebrate maximized Matriarchy
by radicalizing pronoun polarization.
Revoke Whiteness by darking the brightness.
Empower the margins for doodling
instead of scribbling.
It's about disembarking
from Patriarchy's leaking ark
It's about politicizing polyandry
It's about re-peeling the orange
to freeze the debt ceiling
NO MORE free Cheetos: Truck Fump !
NO MORE empty sloganeering
NO MORE mindless cheering
Create your own unreality NOW !
Islam is right about women.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
When I finally find
myself in the dirt
say
some 52 years from now
give my lampshades
and frail autographs
to my lady
with her married scorn
and scarred hands
that have held my own.
Only in death
will I see her clearly
as the day I met her
and
in our plantation house
you can find a tin cup
a stray look and
her sentiments
I never overlooked
quite carefully put.
Her ancient beauty
quite unnerving
and her eyes
ever fearful of my demise.
In my crystal clear
version of the way things were
you'll see her letters
that I have kept
still breathing hard
and holding fast
against my chest.
For
I have never loved another
quite like her
sharp teeth and red lipstick
on my dress
and
when we were married
the whole town came to see
what true love could
really mean
to us:
as thieves
as unbelievers
in all things.
Constant sorrow will follow
America
but not her
immortal and etched
into every doorway
of the south
and inside of my body
breathing out.
So much for I have lived
to succumb
to become the dirt
she dances on
to watch for her
in every crowd
spell her name on my tongue
breathing loud
and fast inside of her love
and her blouse
that stands forever
inside of our plantation house.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
A salutation to the masterful pen of Cyd Guilfoyle
in her delving poem.....
**THE SOUL
After some time, there are no words spoken
only an awakening in the silence
of a blue light dawn, a moment
where stars linger on
a portal is found
where the soul
lives on
and on.**
To the Master......
A pristine coalescence from your talented pen.
Even for unbelievers there is an acknowledgement of the experience of moments of an incandescent splendour where comprehension and time stand still. Where an unprecedented clarity excludes all peripheral clutter and the complete exquisiteness of being shines brightly.
M.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Here we go
Another testament of what we already know
Just for show
So that the unbelievers will be put back in the quiet zone.
That's what is right?
That's what's in his write?
And to put people in their place is something that is his right?
And here he is pointing his little fingers at the other man,
The same fingers that pick his boogers on the same pointers on the other hand.
And he wants all those around him to understand?
When he cant stand
While his temper rises and nostrils flare as his eyes expand.
Tell me this, tell me this,
When did the solution to the polluted arguments turn to breaking wrists
Over the back and forth action of battling opposites
Who wait for their friends to chime in and throw them some compliments.
"It's only common sense."
"It's only civil defense."
"I'm trying to prove that everyone's wrong and I'm the one in perfect tense."
Sadly
We all gladly
Trade our thoughts for emotion and want to get rid of truth so badly.
We turn to insanity and sadly we're in love so madly.
I don't throw shade but I stay under my shady tree.
Pass me the plate of fries but don't you dare give salt to me.
You see I'm free,
I don't need some validation from my anger to give me Identity.
So finish up your childish games,
It's time for dessert, but your still stuck on your tiny screen.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
You may not agree
With their point of view,
But you must concur,
Unbelievers can write
Some **** good
Ungodly love poetry.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Under the celestial heavens,
The sceptic, is so small, slight—
In a dull room, filled with gloss, vacant,
Unbelievers, hayseeds, who unbeknownst
To themselves, are all in an incestuous love cult,
A construct so vain, vacuous, of spineless comfort
And smarmy snugness, a tribe of loose, yawning tripe,
A spew of runny phlegms, a scheme of useless blue things,
Festering. What rational and clear clods, of beheadedness,
Cluelessness, in clefts of lobotomy, plain and clearly sightless,
Without seeing, they proclaim, all that their dull drivels, the dear
Elders had once spoon fed to them, preached, said— now, how,
They are sad, righteous and solemn in their preordained, oldness,
Incongruous, indifferences and prejudices. To have completely lost
Any warm, decent, actual feelings for emotion is foreign— the stars,
Do not align, the waters will not part, yet they are blind to the lies
In themselves. To have experienced— any real, beating, ******
Thing is beside the point, is beyond their ken, is not knowable,
Yet, kowtow-able, quantifiable, not actual, but unbelievable
They—the smug, slugs, under rugs, are dead, as dust,
Under celestial skies, deep, darkness inside . . .
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Resurrection
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.
Natasha .K. Bailey
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Ghost of my dead saviour, off to haunt my achievements
Spawning, in me, resentment
Maligning my devotion with its indifference
Fiery dragon of the East, off to find contentment
Slaying emotions, with abandonment
Deceived me with its sombre appearance
This dragon has made me dependent
The things that thrilled me, now scare
This dragon has ****** its aegis upon me
Now all I can feel is, a suffocating snare
Angel and the Gambler selling hope, devilishly
Peddling dreams and joy, treacherously
Advertising homes for saints and sinners
Heart runs behind obliterated trust, mindlessly
Being the judge of its desires, heartlessly
No unbelievers in the city of illusions
This Angel has forced me to let my guard down
This Gambler has made me cave
My altar has made me a wrongdoer
My worships vilified by my pain
It is time to Alter the Altar
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
The world seems to be
still in the grips of something
called Covid19
People are dying
and there are new restrictions
everywhere imposed
Like mass extinction
of the dinosaurs it seems
that went before us
Though they disappeared
when a meteor hit Earth
by an Act of God
As they were too crude
to express all God's divine
creative nature
We may disappear
due to a virus unleashed
by Unbelievers
Is God using them
to do the same thing with us?
scripture reference
The Asian country
this pandemic started in
is responsible
Are they trying to
take over the world by their
cunning persistence?
We must be aware
there are so many of them
long time preparing
Like a locust plague
which will swoop down to feast on
unprotected crops
They may go without
any warning to invade
a nearby country
With all the iron
ore they've been buying lately
used in construction
Fortifications,
Cities and weapons of war
secret agenda
We must be all fools
if we let this go without
careful scrutiny
If the USA
leaves the region they're guarding
all hell may break loose
For what reason did
they go there in the first place
have we forgotten?
Super Powers are
known for balance of power
in war and in peace
Some Presidents should
reconsider leaving for
region won't be safe
It seems obvious
this is what the Asian threat
has been aiming for
With the pandemic
taking its toll in the world
futile resistance
Too many problems
at home to worry about
what happens elsewhere
United Nations
now all in disunity
due to the virus
That Asian country
had a major stake in WHO
to keep things quiet
People were not told
and ignorance played its part
now look what's happened
They stopped most local
travel but allowed people
to leave their country
Infected with the
corona virus people
were unaware of
For economic
and strategic advantage
to assert itself
Because of the fact
many countries had been made
dependent on them
With their cheap exports
of manufactured goods but
few original
It's needless to say
they're good with computers in
hacking and spying
The world's on its knees
and looking for a vaccine
time is running out
Don't be too alarmed
there is a cure and vaccine
being developed
In the meantime take
necessary precautions
to fight the virus
Otherwise you may
succumb to the infection
not advisable
__________
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
i am as constant as an open door,
twice broken down,
no lock to shelter the life i've raised
i am a harbour of selfish psyches,
who write lyrics on my walls
and sleep in tiled stalls,
drunk,
on the promise of an eternal home.
i am a church of unbelievers,
idly bowing their heads
to no statue in particular,
the low hum of an absent mind,
dried up of answers.
i leave them blind.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
She climbs out of the galaxy
to say hello to Her reflection
in the dripping pool of stars
and molecular consciousness
She climbs out of Her womb
to be born to the Day of Now
and live as She always has lived
She climbs the mountain of Life
to shout Her Prophesies
to the ears of hermetic creatures
with ears tuned to Her voice
She climbs under the radar
of vicious naysayers
and unbelievers,
attempting to surprise them
with Her hidden beauty
and knowledge of All Things
She climbs from Her watchtower
and walks the streets of mortality
and sacrifices Her form
to gain back Her eternal body
She climbs out from the past
to offer Her peace and comfort
to the ill-minded souls
lulling into despair from indecisive hearts
She climbs out of the painting
to inspire the painter with Love
and Vision
and internal wisdom
She climbs for the skies
knowing She'll end up in circles -
an endless loop of here's and there's
and everywhere's
She climbs back out of the laughter
to hear Her echo of life
ring through every dimension of the cosmos
She climbs the wicked winds
to land safely like a dove
on the shoulder of the faithful
and the strong,
never letting up Her hold
on the Card of Fate
She climbs to the Heavens of Her mind
to poetically rearrange Her thoughts
to mirror Her destiny
She climbs down from Herself
and imagines what life would be like
to not exist
and to not imagine
and to not know
to not feel
to climb no longer
She smiles to Herself
as She becomes the climb
and thus, She is
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:50 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
The dream I dreamt last night
will not fade, so real it must be true.
I was leaning against a tree,
near the shore of a great sea
vast and loud, dark but moonlit.
A shadow held my gaze, long
before me, like being followed
by the sun. The shadow was my own.
I watched it move out and away
from the tree, in the general direction
of the sea, and I felt its strong pull
so I followed.
I followed it to the water and
summoned the courage to take it
down to the bottom of it all
and soon my dream became
a dream within a dream,
and the then became the now.
The sea parted to the left
and the right and now
I am here, and in it,
walking down the middle
on dry ground without fear,
I could care less
if it collapses upon me.
I look at the walls
and feel no wonder at
their verticalness.
From the left Sam Harris says
“Its all magnetic ********
emanating from the earths core”,
while Brennan Manning speaks
to me from the right and
tells me that its God.
One side chants for God,
I can see all their faces
poking through the water wall,
while the other wall
says nothing, stoic unbelievers
confident in their disbelief.
Jesus comes through
the wall of water and stands
before me, dust at his feet,
fire in his eyes,
he puts his hands on my shoulders
and speaks:
“My prodigal son I am here.
I have always been here.
Look, there, you see the result
Of those who cease their search?
They sit in a wall of water as if
it is normal to do such things,
and though you have left me
more times than you want to be
reminded of, your leaving has always
resulted in your return, which
pleases me greatly..the more times
you doubt, and seek, and stray,
the more you are strengthened
upon your return"
Then he turns from me,
steps into the water wall
and disappears
and all is silent.
The dream is over.
Conclusion
In this everyday battle for a soul
I realize my indiscretions tend
to accelerate the tic-tocs of my existence,
While on other days, the slower days,
I lie waiting in the dark like a lonely lover
listening for the key in the lock at 3am,
alone, falling asleep in tears to wake up
in sunlight and candle wax.
*I have come to the conclusion that
I believe what I have always believed
because I have seen too much
to not believe it.*
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
There is a bumper sticker I have seen, it says to "Coexists"
Be one big happy family, make wrath and hate desist
-
After all we all are One, members of the human clan
Be all Lovey-Dovey, in the Family of Man
-
Excuse me please excuse me, in my Bible I do read
A verse of Scripture plane and True, to this I will take heed
-
The verse is from Corinthians, the 2nd Paul did write
I read in chapter six, how I'm to fight the Fight
-
Number 14 is the verse, the verse where I will start
Read the chapter to the end...I take his words to heart
-
If you think I'll coexists, with a ******* ****** or a Queer
You can think again!...Your Damnation draws so near
2 Cor 6:14-17
14 Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?
15 And what concord hath Christ with Belial? or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?
16 And what agreement hath the temple of God with idols? for ye are the temple of the living God; as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people.
17 Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you,
KJV
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
Chase your tail
Chase your tail
Heel on neck
She will prevail
Sacrilegious fun times
Cowardly Sundays
Spent in mourning
Singing hymns about crimes
Nights of hedonism
Days of dissociation
Baby birthed a daughter
Before opening her legs
To leftism
Douse the unbelievers
And pass the match
Watch them light us up
In self-righteousness
Spit at us cruel kindness
To bathe us in false prophecy
Ready devices of your fathers
Pointed in hypocrisy
Chase your tail
Chase your tail
No longer master
She is your hell.
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
Feed my children Lord!!
Food ain't scarce, but work!
Seems as if I'm unemployable!
Send rain Lord!!
First send the downpour of water,
Then send 20's, 10's, 5's, and singles as necessary!
I don't ask for much except this Lord!
It's not too much for an omnipotent being as you certainly are!
Have mercy Lord!!
I believe in you, but not half the block!
Many in the world believe too, but the unbelievers are growing in number!
Hear my cry Lord!!
Feed my children.
Send rain.
Have mercy.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Can we build a world
civilization on shaky foundations?
Can we ***** the palace
of human prosperity on lies? The world is aching and it's pain and
anguish is
augumenting day after day.
The cause of its tribulation is disunity,
apathy and intolerance.
The symptom of which are the wars that are taking lives,
devastating families and shattering
dreams.
These small planet shall never see
one day of peace and tranquility,
untill we learn to accept each others as humans and love all as members of one
family.
Our peace and security shall never be
realized
unless and untill we abandon
the doctrines that advocate hate. How can you promote tolerance let alone
unity when people follow doctrines that
ask them to them to hate? Supremacists religion sects are not
preaching peace but war.
It calls the faithful to wage wars
against the unbelievers, **** them
and subdue them untill our cult
becomes the only religion in the world.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
I want to say to forgive and forget
I want to remain in the 99% of unbelievers
I also want to be the one who find the missing pages from the bible
I wish it was possible for me to hold Eve’s hand and say to her
“I know the feeling my sister.
It wasn’t your fault; it was our brother
Adam and the serpent
But who’s to blame,
when the missing pages
Never reveal the truth about man:
and his birthright
One word abomination
And two words
incestuous, relationships
This mystery would stay with us forever;
Knowingly, we can’t figure out
who’s wrong and who’s right
Living for many of us today in a sinful world
where the answers isn’t clear
While the missing pages turned to dust and vanish:
Shame, shame and more shame on our faces
Would it be proven in the end?
We all have our own story to tell
but, time is of the essence
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
Trust me when I say,
That all of this will wash away.
That the drought of this town,
Will be swept away with the lift of the crown.
A crown of thorn, so sacrilegious,
The darkness of you is charming and vicious.
I am swept away with the unbelievers,
The liars, the cheats, the broken deceivers.
But every one of them I love the same,
Because they are the ones who have called my name.
Swept away, oh I am swept away,
Talk me into the dark, kiss me into the day.
White stained black, a surprising mix,
I am not the one they wanted to fix.
I am not the one he wanted to love,
I am not one who is good enough to be above.
Swept away, please sweep me away,
I don’t want to stand in the light of day.
The light of day that burns my eyes,
The colored blue that hides my lies.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
My feet may only move forward
I am a savage in the gardens of Babylon
Teaching love to all unbelievers
And castigated as a lunatic soul
I preach of dreams in living nightmare
Introduce color in a world that's only black and white
I eat your pain
As I paint rainbows on your soul
And if I save you
I save the world
And when you touch me
You touch my soul
Maybe its the only thing I've ever felt
You touch me
As I touch you
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
Oh, in pains is my heart forsaken!
as chastened use has chased away
what Love's abundance canst provide;
and whichever path she may have upon
advanced or taken, I must hastened choose
to search this whole world imagined,
both far and wide.
Ah, how an eminence does make the maiden
youth where ev'ry other breath in innocence sets her
chest to fall, to rise; and now I speak just to thee in truth,
in case thou hasn't heard me hence, or believed me true.
Do cease the actions of mischievous type, as roguery isn't
worth the childish enterprise: rather to me extend thy hand, impassioned, as I to my goddess rise!
Allow me to enter, kiss thee upon that
hand as then, then when I would always
askance grin -ere I'm reduced to inanition
in your absence on this night, such as I have
often chanced to be when first astray in the
variable contrast of ineffectual obscurity.
In my thoughts a resident thou art, my fantasy
perceived as a great charmer, a beauty to beseech
-one whose constant sufferers are the broken heart,
it's action ceased within those past suitors which have
only been half-tutored in that ancient art, which to you
I did teach: but the unbelievers naked eye wilt see nothing
of your radiant form, which I defend, set truly apart!
Yet ye thru usury harm this poor man, as you hurriedly
dart out after I come in; in and out of my reality, on this
you are bent, one that the real world called strangely
marked, a world forlorn that fears that which it doesn't
understand, (or envies.)
Do you, mine maiden, not see things as they were; or in
your leave of absence comprehend that the complex of
elements that reasons hath made thee-as God did make
the universe in an ambiguous flight of fancy-where thru
convictions solely are such dimensions and reflections given
worth?
You are all that torments my fiery soul cruelly, so cruelly,
again and again,
as you do as e'er alter my Heaven, and make falser my Earth!
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC