"undefiled" poems
Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign'd to robe in white—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they who follow through the wild
His sacred footprints, as a little child;
Who strive to keep their garments undefiled—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they who commune with the Christ,
Midst holy angels, at the Eucharist—
Who aye seek sunlight through the rain and mist—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they—the strong in faith and grace—
Who humbly fill their own appointed place;
They who with steadfast patience run the race—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they who suffer and endure—
They who through thorns and briars walk safe and sure;
Gold in the fire made beautiful and pure!—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they on whom the angels wait,
To keep them facing the celestial gate,
To help them keep their vows inviolate—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they to whom, at dead of night,—
In work, in prayer—though veiled from mortal sight,
The great King's messengers bring love and light—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they whose labours only cease
When God decrees the quiet, sweet release;
Who lie down calmly in the sleep of peace—
Blessed are they!
Whose dust is angel-guarded, where the flowers
And soft moss cover it, in this earth of ours;
Whose souls are roaming in celestial bowers—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they—our precious ones—who trod
A pathway for us o'er the rock-strewn sod.
How are they number'd with the saints of God!
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they, elected to sit down
With Christ, in that day of supreme renown,
When His own Bride shall wear her bridal crown—
Blessed are they!
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XXXIII
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God—call God!—So let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
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Across
mountain
peaks
like
the
spikes
of your
hair
my fingers
brush,
careening off
glaciers
and sliding
down hidden
slopes.
Curved and
crossed
as the bones
in your spine,
smooth
and
strong
like
the
gliding
wings
of
a hawk.
The tawny-colored
feathers
echoed
in each
iris.
A look,
haunting.
Chills
and
weightlessness
invade
my body
curled
next
to yours
in perfect
sync
to your
heartbeat.
Where
waterfalls
overflow
our emotions
capsizing
our lonely
individual
vessels
amid galaxies
colliding
each
other
on a
spiraling
journey
of
passion.
The heat.
Bronzer
than the
sun in
Summer.
My love.
My moon
and
my stars.
My one
and
only.
Just
two
out-there
planets
together
forever.
Undiscovered,
untarnished,
undefiled
by humanity.
A secret whisper
from
the
nebulas…
*I
love
you….*
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Marriage is an incomprehensible mystery,
a hidden truth kept secret from the foundation of the world.
It cannot be discovered by intelligence or insight,
but made explainatory by revelation.
Revelation reveals the mystery of marriage,
it explains the mutual relationship in marriage.
It shows the rhema,
light and
love in marriage.
The mystery of marriage is accessed through the throne of grace.
Wisdom, knowledge and understandingof marriage is made known by revelation.
The ability to see beyond the seen,
in oder to see many unseen realities of life.
Revelation unveils the principles of building a blissful marriage.
Marriage is honourable in all,
above all in a bed undefiled.
It's hidden truth is unveiled by revelation from divinity.
It constitutes a platfrom for fruitfulness in life and ministry.
It spreads the continuity of human generation.
Marriage as a divine institution,
solves the problem of aloneness.
It empowers man with resources to fulfil destiny on earth.
It is a hidden treasure not discovered without revelation.
Let revelation inspire the discovery of marriage treasures.
Marriage not only give pleasures,
but
help partners fulfil destinies.
Understanding kills separation and builds togetherness.
It develops unity and oneness among couples.
Understanding curbs separation in marriage,
and
solves marriage mystery.
The manifestation in marriage cannot be explained,
except
by revelation.
Marriage is a mantle not a struggle.
The man must provide for his wife,
the woman must submit to her husband.
Seek love not lust before marriage,
let character and charisma build marriage,
let love and care establish marriage.
Marriage remains a mystery till death.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
And the joys of green.
Sombre was his dwelling in the shadows of the tree
And his face undefiled.
God, a tender flame, spoke to his heart:
Oh son of man!
Silently his step turned to the city in the evening;
A mysterious complaint fell from his lips:
“I shall become a horseman.”
But bush and beast did follow his ways
To the pale people’s house and garden at dusk,
And his murderer sought after him.
Spring and summer and – oh so beautiful – the fall
Of the righteous. His silent steps
Passed by the dark rooms of the dreamers.
At night he and his star dwelled alone.
He saw the snow fall on bare branches
And in the murky doorway the assassin’s shadow.
Silvern sank the unborne’s head.
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Before me now a little picture lies—
A little shadow of a childish face,
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.
Fair, oval, broad-brow'd face—small, delicate head—
Transparent skin, with blue veins shining through—
All the soft outlines, beautiful and true,
Bring me the echo of the words “God said.”
Made “in our image”—sure 'tis that we see,
God's likeness, in the fair face of a child,
By the world's sin and passion undefiled—
Ay, as I look, it seems quite plain to me.
The light wherein the little features shine,
Strange, mystic light, so undefined and faint,
So far too pure for any words to paint—
'Tis a reflection of the Face divine.
Some day the earthly shadows will be cast
Across that sunshine—it may be to dim
A while the visible countenance of Him;
But 'twill be there—the likeness—to the last.
Some day the lucid waters, in which lie
Pictured those glorious lineaments, will be
Stirred up and troubled like a stormy sea;—
But they will yet re-settle—by-and-by.
They will re-settle when the soul is still'd,
Its passions, its wild longings, and its pain;
The pure reflection will shine out again
When earth's hopes are relinquish'd, unfulfill'd.
They will re-settle in those after-years
When life's hard lessons have been conned and learn'd;
Then this child's beauty will have all return'd,
More lovely for the trouble and the tears.
They will re-settle in the calm of death,
When the sweet eyes are laid asleep, and when
The heart is hush'd. Truly God's likeness then—
The mirror clear, unsullied by a breath.
Ah! while I look, and trace each tender line,
I think most of the day when I shall see
The dear face in that perfect purity,
Its mortal features clothed with the divine.
This self-same face, but with the image bright,
Nevermore undefined, and faint, and dim;
This self-same face, yet like the face of Him,
In glory and in beauty infinite.
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I have you wrapped around me,
My head,my body,my soul...
Not for anyone but for me,
You're special,
You're golden and rare,
Having you in mind is no easy dare,
But its worth it,
You're purity,
You're innocence,
You are cleanliness.
You are undefiled.
You're possible.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
Miss me
hug me
kiss me
touch me
make my center
your surrounding space
Don't tease me
please me
never
leave me
you can't king me
it ain't a game
i wear you better
like fitted sweater
you just my size
don't change a thing
no waters wetter
no April better
forget umbrella
come play in my rain
queen reigns
u knight
with me
just right
A.M.
no letter
penned
Dear Jane
u like it
we love it
can't get enough of it
no messin
no guessin
absolutely
no testin
u wake
"Hey wifey,
our hearts not icey
feels so good
to be unashamed..."
no guilt
no filth
no watchin' milfs
i'm yo star
you got changed mind frame
What a blessin
God is present
form of worship
He don't turn His face
our bed be wild and undefiled
**** and pure
like white lace
no need to fear
our God is here
we dance this dance
so
u n a s h a m e d
no need to fear
our God is here
we dance this dance
so
u n a s h a m e d
. . .
let's do it
again.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
Lily, you grow delicately like the dreams in your undefiled mind,
internally defiant of your ambition to the people; kind, and graceful;
Loving all; Ivies and cattails envy you when you bloom lonely on single:
Lilypads, refusing to accept anything that you deserve. You must realize,
in time you deserve to be called by something so beautiful, and stop,
answering to everything but your full –
Name.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Been caught spying on your "Friends" again; Land of the Free.
Been caught lying through your teeth, again and yet again.
There really should be a huge fuss about this.
*This is the latest in a long series
of unrepentant Crimes against Humanity
This is perverse and unacceptable
But then again,
what's new?*
How many allies will we leave alienated?
How many allies will we have in the Future?
How many human rights will we leave undefiled?
With the United States,
who needs enemies?
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
i knew from a young age nothing could love me.
i knew when everything began,
when elemental dust condensed into planets,
when life fought itself into existence
in the waters of a cooling world,
when the first being exulted in being
and i exulted too
and crushed it for daring to live.
watched it decompose in my palm.
rotted roses by plucking them.
i knew from a young age
that nothing survived my touch,
that nothing lived in my hands -
nothing’s the only thing
i’ve ever held without killing.
so see, we’re meant to be,
you and i,
nothing boy –
let me hold you close cause i can’t rot you through,
you with your lack of self
and meaning,
you with your infinite void,
impenetrable ether.
see, we’re meant to be,
nothing boy,
let me swim in your vacancy and you,
you can be my new universe
and nothing will be my everything:
i’ll worship you like an absent father
and love you like an atheist’s god.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy,
i would **** 2000 statues to bring you to me.
i would slaughter a family of worms
to be crushed in your black hole.
i crushed the stars between my thighs,
left the triturated mess
like a promise to the world.
i crushed the stars between my thighs,
but i’ll be so careful with you,
nothing boy.
so gentle you won’t even know i’m there,
like a ghost sighing over your mouth.
so careful you won’t notice me
making my nest in your empty chest,
breathing for you,
pulling air to pool in your lungs.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy:
i complete you
and you empty me.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy,
nothing doesn’t rot -
my gangrene heart can’t touch yours,
pure as it is,
undefiled,
unadulterated,
a vacuum of a heart as empty as an unfilled grave.
they say
there’s a black hole at the center of every galaxy,
in the center of a ring of stars
light drawn to the dark.
they say there’s a black hole at the center
and if they’re right
you’re the last good thing about this galaxy.
stars swarm round you like flies, nothing boy,
you who are made of their
dead brothers,
who collapsed into themselves with the weight of existence,
who imploded with the heat of their desire for you,
who fed their light to your blackness,
nothing boy.
you are made of dead stars and of nothing at all.
you are
celestial corpses
and nihilism distilled.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy.
you’re corpses and i’m rot.
you’re nothing and i’m
the final destination
the last stop for sorry living creatures,
pitiful things that can’t quite
delete themselves,
can’t quite reach you
so i embrace them and soothe their sobs.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy,
i can hold you for more than a few
pitiful sobbing seconds.
i can hold you forever if you let me.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy.
i killed the world but you remain.
i crushed the galaxy between my thighs,
and you, impassive,
pulled the triturated mess into your event horizon.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy,
you have no breaths to steal
but i’ll give you all i’ve plundered.
i’ll give you every last breath, last word, last heartbeat,
and you can empty me like
a bottle of cheap wine.
see we’re meant to be –
nothing boy and gangrene girl,
a love story for fatalists
and nihilists alike.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy,
starcorpse creature, nietzsche’s son.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy -
nothing never rots
nothing never dies
nothing won’t decompose
in my arms.
see we’re meant to be,
nothing boy.
let me hold you close-
you’re the one thing i can’t break.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
The hour comes when you dream for marriage,
The hour when destiny calls the future to fulfilment;
The hour when nature requires you to settle down.
The hour when singles seek companionship,
The hour when you are ready for marriage;
The hour when nature calls for marriage.
The hour when someone out there seeks your hand in marriage,
The hour when someone awaits your appearance;
The hour when someone designed for you calls your attention to marriage.
The hour when you believe to find your missing rib,
that part of you that makes you fulfilled;
The hour when you wait and hope for marriage;
The hour when you find that missing part of you that makes you complete.
Beware, many will come in disguise for marriage;
But be not deceived by multitude of flatteries and gifts;
wait for the hour of marriage.
The hour when past is revealed before a relationship;
The hour when nothing is hidden in a relationship;
The hour when you still love each other despite past lives;
With the understanding that life is surrounded by past adventures.
Trust in the word of God for marriage,
Hope in the call of nature for relationship; and
Believe in the one destined for you by God.
Each step taken brings you closer to that special one.
Someone who awaits you just as you await him/her.
Someone who will never wish to see you in tears, or
bear to see you travail in pains and sorrow;
Someone who will understand every path you tread;
Someone you may not know but believe is out there waiting for you;
and longing for the hour of marriage.
Someone who believe in integrity and honour of the body,
and not defilement of the body before marriage.
Someone who believes in the law of marriage;
........ the law which states that ......
Marriage is honourable in all,
above all in a bed undefiled.
Someone who seeks to live for love to marriage,
when the appointed time comes;
Someone who believe that destiny will bring you both together,
when ready to meet each other.
Someone you believe can feel your heart beat as you can feel their's.
Someone whose part of you are and your part they are.
Someone who comes to take away the pains and sorrows of wrong relationships and past lives.
Someone whose heart seeks to build your's.
Someone whose character and charisma seeks your integrity and dignity.
...... Before the hour of marriage .....
Strive to make full proof of life ambitions,
Seek self asset not self liability.
Determine to accomplish your vision for life's mission with passion.
Then seek the hour of marriage and relationship.
The man must strive to acquire wealth before thinking of marriage,
the woman must endeavour to adorn herself in dignity and integrity.
The man must seek to understand the mystery of marriage before venturing into it.
The woman must be willing to submit and humble herself before the man.
Let love not lust lead to marriage.
Let character and charisma constitute a creed for marriage.
Marriage built in love and understanding will blossom forever.
Wait for the hour of marriage for it guarantees happiness forever in marriage.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
Undertaker, claim my lifeless body.
Occupation brings no joyful smiles.
Laughter is your lucre, dark man solemn.
Lay me in your work now, undefiled.
Soil, take me now that I am buried.
Feed me to your starving children, Lover.
Pallid turns my face as blood dries quickly.
Someday, spit me out, unlike the others.
Exodus is relevant. It's unreal.
Afterlives are fake excuses, not deals.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:03 AM UTC
See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Transfigured
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
Porcelain moonlight
Through these winter clouds
Silver light shining
Through wispy doubts
The moon casting
Tones of sobriety
Clearing my head
Of intoxicating
Melancholy attitude
Here I am
In the silver light
Casting a silhouette
Over the carefree purity
With doubts and anxiety
And so I bathe
In this silver
Shower of light
Pure and undefiled
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
The moment comes when you dream for love,
The moment when the present calls the future to fulfilment;
The moment when the future draws nearer.
The moment when love seeks companion,
The moment when you are ready to love;
The moment when life calls for love.
The moment when someone out there seeks your love,
The moment when someone awaits your appearance;
The moment when someone designed for you calls for your love.
The moment when you believe to find your missing rib,
The moment when you wait and feel love ahead;
The moment when you find that missing part of you that makes you complete.
.............Beware...........,
many will come in disguise to love;
.............But....................,
be not deceived by multitude of flatteries;
wait for the moment of love.
The moment when past is revealed before relationship,
The moment when nothing is hidden ina relationship;
The moment when you still love each other despite past lives;
With the knowledge that life is surrounded by past adventures.
Trust in the moment of love,
Hope in the call of the future; and
Believe in the one destined for you.
Someone who will never wish to see you in tears, or
bear to see you travail in pains and sorrow.
Someone who will understand every path you tread.
Someone you know not but believe is out there waiting for you; and
longing for your love.
Someone who awaits you just as you await him/her,
Each step taken brings that someone closer to you.
Someone who believes in integrity and honour of the body, not
defilement of the body before marriage.
Someone who believes in relationship to marriage,
someone who believes in the law of marriage,
......the law which states that.....
Marriage is honourable in all,
above all in a bed undefiled.
Someone who seeks to live for love to marriage,
when the appointed time comes;
Someone who believe that destiny will bring you both together,
when ready to meet each other.
Someone you believe can feel your heartbeat as you can feel their's.
Someone whose part of, you are and your part they are.
Someone who comes to take away the pains and memories of wrong relationships and past lives.
Someone whose heart seeks to build your's,
Someone whose character and charisma seeks your integrity and dignity.
....Before the moment of love....
Strive to make full proof of life ambitions,
Seek self asset not self liability;
Determine to accomplish your vision forlife's mission with passion.
Then seek the moment of love and relationship.
Let character and charisma build your honour and dignity.
Believe in the moment of love that moment of fulfilment.
The moment when you are sort after for your virtuous character.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
Dear Child,
I hold so frail in my arms,
I look down and wish to protect you from all that harms,
But I know as the years grow more,
It will be harder on your choices to implore,
Your first few years will be a pleasant walk,
Where I teach and you don’t talk,
But as years go by,
A mother can only wonder what’s ahead will lie,
Soon it will be that “I don’t understand you”,
Even though I was a teenager too,
It’ll be that I am uncool,
You avoid me in public, especially at your school,
You will refuse my tender love,
I’ll be told “mom seriously that’s enough.”
We’ll disagree about boys,
Because you love him,
And I have no choice,
I’ll warn of things,
And you’ll just say “Whatever.”
As with every year my heart stings,
Because you think you’re more clever,
Dear child so small so frail,
Trust your mother and the boats she has set sail,
Trust your mother, whom upon you dotes,
She’s your mother, who to you her life devotes,
As time flies by,
So short as momentary as a sigh,
I watch her learn, I watch her grow,
As all who walk by in her soul do sow,
Will I ever be able to always protect my child?
Keep her sweet, young and undefiled,
I know her passion not mild,
Her streaks like mine is so to live wild,
But a good heart in her I did implore,
This young girl a mother does so adore,
A mother only wishes she could be there every step of the way,
And help a daughter understand,
She knows the exact games life tends to play.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
i.
Michar, Oer'len-
Lavokri, proment;
ii.
Pravickle gla shoviet
Shoviet crunce du;
zeftar mun acopolli,
vas dae ba-la shu.
iii.
Marantash sodetti
Grasvantas, blinta
Yeshatari klevo's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane sardua Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedicated
You must read bottom while reading poem for words meanings.
Thanks Brandon. And to all my readers thank you dearly for your support! I thank all of you for your support and kindness and love. Your fellow poet
Brandon Cory Nagley.....
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
Ince St. Child
by Michael R. Burch
When she was a child
in a dark forest of fear,
imagination cast its strange light
into secret places,
scattering traces
of illumination so bright,
years later, they might suddenly reappear,
their light undefiled.
When she was young,
the shafted light of her dreams
shone on her uplifted face
as she prayed;
though she strayed
into a night fallen like mildewed lace
shrouding the forest of screams,
her faith led her home.
Now she is old
and the light that was flame
is a slow-dying ember . . .
What she felt then
she would explain;
she would if she could only remember
that forest of shame,
faith beaten like gold.
Published by Piedmont Literary Review, Songs of Innocence, Romantics Quarterly and Poetry Life & Times. This is an unusual poem that I wrote in my late teens or early twenties, and it took me some time to figure out who the elderly woman was. She was a victim of childhood ****** hence the title I eventually chose. Keywords/Tags: child, abuse, ****** fear, night, faith, prayer, screams, shame, beaten
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:12 AM UTC
Try not to cry when you finally know
what I have envisioned with you
now a hundred times;
curious heart, as many sleeveless faces -
unclaimed by any single one.
Dreamchild of love - I can be
tender in any way necessary.
Good face. Well spoken.
Half-awake in the soapy smell you
brought with you to bed. Spots on my
knuckles where I bruised my own hands
for cruelty. Only wanting to widen
your slim smile, necklace your laugh
with pearls. I was putting on coals,
trying to find the right
volume for my blood. The right heat.
I was quiet and drowsy by your white back - undefiled by certain "forevers".
love is finding your hands
suddenly full of whispering petals
and whose ******* roses are these?
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 10:45 AM UTC
**Songs of Zion from the distant shore,
They are pealing , sweetly pealing,
Zion's sons are firstfruits unto God,
In their mouth no murmuring.
They are virgins, holy , undefiled,
See them standing - great high calling,
In their trials they were sore oppressed,
But were dauntless through His grace.
From the heights of Zion they reign,
All their loss has turned to gain,
They shall see His face, they bear His name,
And sing a song unique,
What a meeting over there,
Oh, the glory they do share,
And with Jesus they shall stand on Zion evermore.
Heights of Zion is the pilgrim's goal,
They are shining , brightly shining,
Voices there like many waters sound,
Breaking forth like thundering ,
They are servants wholly sanctified ,
In their counsel , God directing,
They shall ever and for ever reign,
This is Zion's heritage.
Holy Zion is the Father's choice,
God is planning , greatly planning,
City Crystal, richly garnished there,
Perfect rest and harmony.
Where the saints are truly magnified ,
Harps there strung show love prevading,
In that land where love for ever reigns,
All in perfect symphony.
Christ on Zion is the corner stone,
God is building , surely building,
Holy temple with the bulwarks rare,
Zion's work is far reaching .
See the Lord comes amply satisfied,
For our Christ has great discerning ,
Since He has built all her structures fine,
Great this Zion's mystery.**
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
You can write me down in our history books,
Say that I am a star, Say that I am a ****
Some treated me good, an left an impression,
Most treated me like dirt, but yet I am just a introvert,
content with my thoughts and not reality dashboard,
Am thankful for everything that happens,
It's just on simple decision,
to be happy with what I have,
Not for what I desire,
What I should Look like,
What I should be doing,
If the whole world is against it,
Take my head, put on the tower, on the spike,
so the whole human race can see the delusions,
That I once had in life,
No children, no husband nor wife,
just dreams and desires,
nothing that God's or power requires,
but I guess that you cannot be free,
to have your own opinion,
see the whole world truths,
when we all want to be,
Little pretty liars,
just waiting for our lives to expire,
I don't care for religions,
But am pagan at heart,
No training to believe,
just stick to training pigeons,
Happy, looking at Mother Nature Art,
that we are a part of destroying,
making up fairy tail stories,
I hate my own kind, Blackheart,
But bury that lonely mouse,
found in the forest,
with a prayer to Mother,
to let his little spirit,
roam free for eternity,
Let this little body, decompose,
and feed the land, feed the rose,
Prayers to Cernunnos,
the Protector of the Forest,
Protector of all thing nature,
Oh Cernunnos, forgive humanity,
They have lost they way of nature,
though creating power and legislatures,
So don't be angry with all of us,
some of us still love you as our deity,
of nature and all things wild,
Take and care for the spirit of a child,
who died, they passed in undefiled,
They are innocent, don't exile,
Exile those who chose the path that reconciled,
Hear the ones who are true to the land,
True to the animals and true to elements,
Hear our wolf kid howls,
We are the true light child, the one moon child,
You can write me down in our history books,
Cause of the styles I chose, because of my looks,
Hell or Heaven, Exile or Free,
Don't class me, I was never one of those crooks.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
Lead me
back
sweet cherubim;
your wings
pulling
the sunrise,
And
your hands
calming
the tides.
Breath
in
me
my
Love,
my
Dove,
my
Undefiled.
Pink roses
bridles
the
morning star.
ncj ©2022
May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 7:35 PM UTC
I seeketh a Chardonnay to singe mine lips,
As pearly gates shall wrap her undefiled hip's!!!!!
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC