"unrighteous" poems
#*“Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to Me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.
Give ear and come to Me;
listen, that you may live.
I will make an everlasting covenant with you,
My faithful love promised to David...”
Seek the LORD while He may be found;
call on Him while He is near.
Let the wicked forsake their ways
and the unrighteous their thoughts.
Let them turn to the LORD, and He will have mercy on them,
and to our God, for He will freely pardon.
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways My ways,”
declares the LORD.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are My ways higher than your ways
and My thoughts than your thoughts.
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is My word that goes out from My mouth:
It will not return to Me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the LORD’s renown,
for an everlasting sign,
that will endure forever.”
~ New International Version*#
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
The GOOD NEWS that God has done for us
what we could NEVER do for ourselves
by sending His own Son to become a man, Christ Jesus,
to live a perfectly righteous life
in complete fulfillment of God’s holy law
and to die for our sins on the cross
as our substitutionary sacrifice
(“the righteous for the unrighteous”),
bearing and satisfying the just wrath of God
deserved by us ALL
(for against Him our hearts are each
naturally and treasonously rebellious),
and resurrecting Him from the dead
so that THROUGH FAITH IN JESUS
we can be saved from the penalty of our sinful rebellion
(eternal damnation and separation from the grace of God)
and saved from the power of our sinful rebellion
to instead live a NEW LIFE in intimate relationship with Him,
surrendered now to Him, with all of our sins forgiven,
covered with His own perfect righteousness
because of His complete and finished work
for which we who believe receive a full credit,
and therefore (by grace alone) in perfect standing and
unchanging acceptance before God in His holiness,
at peace with the Father wholly,
indwelt and empowered by God's Spirit
to live for Him and His glory and His kingdom,
now and eternally.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ********** spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.
-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
You are everything for me,
Why is it that I get distracted while your light is to beautiful not to see
Can you set me free ?
This world feels like a prison which becomes worse by time pasing by
I would be gone if I could fly....
But you made me without wings,
Bearing this and being patient might be one of your blessings
All glory be to you
Your love is all I need
I will try to purify each deed
For your majesty, so please free me from all greed,
I want to be righteous, your angel in human form
So that by just thinking of you, my heart stays pure, stays warm
In pleasure and happiness
And as long as you are pleased with me
My mission shall be
To make you happy
My joy and expansion are my shelter and my state and my cover
So make it light and truth which I discover
And turn me away from the unrighteous
All glory be to you
~ Umi
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
The glory of the heavens which reflect such delicate blue,
Are alike a protective ceiling, keeping us safe from harm,
Where might this harm come from if above is empty space ?
Well, firstly it manages to brighten up the day more
Secondly it takes care of the sun's deadly rays, filtering,
purifying it in the most noble sense, a breathing sky.
The heavens far above are not without danger, but worry not,
for they are too far out of our reach, thus our eyes are the only,
fragile, valuable sense which is able to grap it's visibility,
Beyond this ceiling is where the stars inhabit, all of the planets too!
But the heaven is which gifts us the wonderful, stunning, warm,
bright colours of sunrise and sunset, thus alone is a reason to
love them furthermore.
In this wretched, corrupt and unrighteous world it is of great
importance to keep track of little things which cheer our way.
It could be a simple word, heaven or just the light of day.
~ Umi
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
To smile at the unlovely
To duet with undue harmony
To run when a walk would do
To lift the face of the broken
To put aside the important
To concentrate completely
To take interest in the dull
To laugh with the miserable
To see past the tough exterior
To crawl with those that crawl
To walk with the unrighteous
To sprint for those that cannot stop
To stop
To listen
To keep silent
To hold
To do all this
And not ask, or boast, or criticise
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
**WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF CASUAL ***
True romance is dead
it is buried in the dense rocks
eroded from the cliffs to the valleys
it's silenced in the pitch of a symphony
It's a poet dream
to write sweet sentiments
kiss in the nothingness
sketch love as if a masterpiece
Now a Tinder
where you can plunder
curves and bossoms
with no responsibility
Then Ok Cupid
where conversations
tender and ponder
before unleashing the game
There is always POF
where fishes dare in a swim
kissing and pinching
punching and finishing
True love is an illusionary debt
a cheque in deficit
An emotional injustice
the unrighteous pursuit
It's a poet's dreams to love
count the stars and watch the moon
nurture emotions and connections
The probability is the world won't let us
It won't let us be
Ladies just undress and expose the jubblies
Men just undress and measure your *****
the world won't let us be
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Envy can tear at me, from dawn unto dusk
But my passion can conquer that unrighteous lust
Yet love may be my enemy still,
For there is nothing righteous about abandoning free will.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
"These days
I'll sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them"
Jackson Browne
<>
these days,
you can come by tween
the mostly soft warming cracking of Dawn,
and the early born-ing of
the first peek of a full grown
but yet
sleepy sunrise,
you'll find me siting on a
asshard dock,
two seagulls staring at the
human interloper,
alone with the threads in my
hardened head,
beating time in casual rhyme,
because that's what poets do,
to warm up their
tongues & toes,
clear their eyes
and
sniffling nose,
their partly opened,
party closed,
throats, eyes and
give up, sacrifice
the longest list of little lies,
that makes (forces) us to get up in the undimming earlies,
when it's just me, the gulls,
& the minnows poking around,
the fluke,
smarter but not wiser,
further out in deep water,
waiting to be caught
and
the cool blood barely flows,
until the rising orb warms
our fragility,
and we review the stories old,
that make us cold at night promising ourselves that
today you'll do that thing(s)
you've been putting off for years,
"Don't confront me with my failures"
Jackson pleads, but I concede,
thinking tell me them
one
mo' time,
make me unrighteous,
make me whole,
then take me,
holy displayed fully,
and the
first poem of the day,
will be my
confession total,
without reservation
and yet muse on
honor
something I thought I knew,
but needing a
closer examination
it might've been
dishonor
that was what
I was truly
knew
<>
Sunrise
July 5
'25
*sitting on the dock
by the bay,
would I*
lay down with a lie?
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
This empty ***** bottle,
has been cuddled and swaddled and squandered.
In my ***** it seeps to every dame between,
a dad and not knowing her own preponderance.
I **** I **** by the ****** of my hilt,
of the sword of unrighteous, self help,
and filling their wombs with guilt.
I've never helped anyone all of my life.
Though they would tell you different mistruths,
of their positional view, so skewed by proof,
undo, that I sent them through.
It's a fun house of lies and mirrors shaping figures,
of veneers, so botched that plastic surgeon quacks wouldn't own up to
the scars.
I ferment peoples living.
I turn drunk ****** into angels.
I mask charlatan as queens,
and poison my own gut with the fakes in my head.
Crops die.
Crust subdues verdance.
Chronos rhymes the days and night.
Course subjugation to penance.
But now I seethe my own head into my throat,
and end in ink wrote as prose.
Killing beauty. Art.
**** Art.
Today is.
Death.
Tomorrow's not life,
nor living,
breathing nor breath,
oxygen's just a molecule,
it causes no spark,
except in molecules charged,
with dividing and subdividing,
and rejoining and conjoining into something that can use it.
happy flights :)
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
****** **** such a tragedy.
Between kin bloodlines abominations of unrighteous unity.
Speak loud and spare not, victims stop keeping it hidden.
A sin so scandalous so forbidden.
This secret is the reason for some insane things.
Punishment on our Nation it brings.
Stop the transgress it’s time to progress
to detest the ugliness of ******
The sin of ****** put out from us such wickedness
Crimes within the family.
Outcry why oh God why.
Emotions cry spirits die.
Survival with scars somehow.
Child kept secrets at least for now.
Innocent sweet nectar just taken.
Abused shattered then forsaken.
Inwardly hating the humiliation.
Lingering curse. Bound to be rehearsed.
A bloodline search, unthought-of curse our generation.
How can we cleanse this crime from our nation.
Child **** such outrage of wickedness.
Such a corruptible trespass.
Men lusting after little boys. Using them as ****** toys.
Outcry iniquity. Loss of innocent purity.
Killers of purity, thieves,
bandits doings malicious things in secrecy.
Abused children in mind body and spirit.
Hear their voices silently cry who’s close enough to hear it.
Legal laws. Often with flaws
Putting children in harms way.
Hard to prove it allowing perpetrators often to stay.
Courts judicial systems poor outcome.
Criminals getting counseling with their worst still to be done
It’s a unhealed spiritual condition.
Warriors do our best to rid ourselves of this affliction.
Wrongful unthinkable vexation.
Impure affections of ****** connection.
Between the bloodlines.
Children with Children sexually learned crimes.
Scares of a lifetime.
People wake up let us not be blind.
I beg you I pray.
Let’s do more to protect our children in any way.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Enter forest green and black
wherein treetops shade pathways leading back
the wind malevolent grins with mirthful eyes
a playful ill-will as cats before their mice.
It is not the fear of bitter cold
nor of darkness stories old
it is something moving in these aged trees
that brings shivers down to-- What trav'lers these?
Who walk with downcast eyes below the hidden sky
and bowing step forth unto demise.
When moon does show it's drowsy eye
and once red is blue as the night
what lurks between boughs of green and gold
has blackened heart from lies once told
saunters 'fore the wooden place
where young men end their race.
What trav'lers these who call before the fight
They- with no weapon- shout with might
To live and die in mighty storm
and one day take on heaven's form
The feared one raises head and claws
perching soundless to cause their painful fall
"Let me hear your ending call, that god or devil
may not forsake you all."
"We have no gods nor demons, no angels nor devils for us to call
for we are men of faithless earthly hall
who come to bear the earthly yoke
of life short lived and death's unrighteous stroke;"
"we walk to death and nothing after
as is custom of those with little faith
hear our cry oh merciful wraith
that we might pass under your yellow eye
as those who live and ask nought but time from life
that we may eat and drink our fill of what might be had
and drunken die before mad-ness take
and for other lives and worlds we save our fate
and we praise heavens and gods contrived in faithful tirade!"
Scrutinizing these travelers with delicate stare
the wraith had never seen such men that would enter the forest lair
With a laugh he let them pass
gods be with them and send them fast.
This last humor bore them along
to lands and drinks where their song is still sung
and the lives they lived were none too long.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Once I as young and very impressionable
Ii became part of the hip and happening movement
Loving revered to as youth
What a sham, no-one has the resolve to speak the truth
Being youthful and energetic is tough
Too much responsibility rest on my meagre shoulders
Eyes and mind demand change by my soft un-scaved hands
Half the time I don’t know what I am doing how are my soft hands to bring change
Feelings of betrayal and anger from unrighteous treatment
Grow in my veins toward the elders
They followed their own corrupt greedy souls
They dare to blame my dramatic future on their ambition
No one asked what I wanted they just shipped me off to school
As an adult i inherited a land ripe for a new sun
To be achieved with ******* young people
Who soak their sins in strong alcohol and smoke their ideas away
It’s easier to muffle the pain and internalise the screams
South Africa is democratic but no freedom is lived
Yes no one can disappear without a trace
Yes you can no longer just be beaten without recourse
But the soul is tied down with inhumane heavy chains
No moral fibre left to hold on to
No moral light to follow
The head of state is leading example for all
I end with words of wisdom
Evil triumphs when good men do nothing
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Sheol (/ˈʃiːoʊl/ SHEE-ohl, /-əl/; Hebrew: שְׁאוֹל Šəʾōl) in the Hebrew Bible, is a place of darkness to which all the dead go, both the righteous and the unrighteous, regardless of the moral choices made in life, a place of stillness and darkness cut off from life and from God.[1] The inhabitants of Sheol are the "shades" (rephaim), entities without personality or strength.
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC
When a sight of dying babies
Becomes peace, a haven of tranquility,
When you only listen to the priest
No longer for the truth, but for lies
When a mother’s duty becomes to ****
No longer to give life,
When children no longer grow old
But the old grow to children
When life is not seen as learning
Rather His punishment for the unrighteous,
When graves are harvested as birth
And being born becomes the new death
When killers are praised as heroes
For sending men to rest, to peace,
When those who save lives
Become the greatest fugitives and enemies
When your unconscious becomes reality
And reality becomes that which is hidden;
Then you’ve arrived at the land of the gods
For the opposite of this Earth exists.
For every one thing is
In respects to its Antithesis.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
In Truth;
Should it matter what we really are? Or should we let our true colors shine?
Being held alive, but only in a straightjacket, learning you are bisexual?
Getting the doctors' notice that you are bipolar, or just being merely different?
Should we be ashamed, from the words that pass from behind each of our lips?
Should we simply hear the music, in which is played by the melody that you create by your own hands?
Should we repress out the truest of our colors so the rest of society cannot see the difference?
Dear Mika;
Say Goodbye; to the world you thought you lived in, to the world I thought I lived in
Where society was all strange, with no definite curve, without any hesitation from the ignorance
Now, the bitter and sour taste behind swollen tongues in disgust of what they only think they see
Spitting acid upon those they are lead to believe are sinners, disgraceful, and unrighteous
As they hold out a helping hand, disciplining to correct atrocious mistakes they believe you made
But you are only human, and they peeled through the defenses of pride and confidence you had built up
Take a bow;
And say Farewell, to a society filled with leniency, with the hatred branded hearts breathing fire
In any other world you, could be the difference. To change the rankings of what is right, and what is wrong
But here, you have had to give up your defenses and to let go of the emotions that create this difference
Although society believes that there are two choices to be made, and you have chosen the incorrect side
All you can do is hold your head up higher than the rest, and have skin made of diamonds and steel
Because; it is as if the World wishes to believe that the molecules in your DNA strands are not the same, and gravity doesn't affect you any longer
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
So much of life will pass on by
like a blink of an eye
for a time, the unfaithful will keep
On walking in the way of lies of darkness
But the righteous will keep on looking
to the Light for everlasting
But the unrighteous their day will soon
come to an end
O Jehovah
We know you will defend us from the evil ones
that keeps on fight with us
day and night without cause
they hid their nets for us to fall in
But we keep looking for their treasures of heaven
and for a Paradise earth
We will keep on walking in the true Faith
Of the law of Jehovah God
But the dark and evil ones
walk with heedless ear and careless eyes
they walk so blind of the way of this darken Life
Oh, Jehovah Your words they Ignored
Please give me the gift of your ways
always to the Homeless and poor
Put your words deep down in our Hearts like a
High tower of your law
your shield to our souls
let us spread your words of the true life
To all mankind
Let us open the eyes of the blind
let us teach them Your words of everlasting
Let them see the way of what is right
In your eyes
Look! There are days coming is the
Utterance of Jehovah
Son of man, A watchman is what Jehovah
Made us to be
Jesus our Lord showed us at door to door
The haters were trying to knock him down with
their old darken lies
Jesus had warned the wicked ones
that they will Positively die if they do not
change their ways
Oh, Jehovah our God
this lost darken world looks down on us
call us all kind of names
why they try to put all their lies and shame
on us night and day because we stand for Your name
Your words Jehovah stands true
I will not let them take me down with them
in them darken ways
These feelings I have are the hours of my day
But now I am learning how to live out my life
In doing what is right in Your eyes
Something new runs in my heart and that is
your true Love.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2014
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
hAVE mERCY. fOR eVERY fAULT i hAVE mADE. fOR eVERY wRONGDOING i hAVE cOMITTED. fOR eVERY uNJUST aND uNRIGHTEOUS dEED
i hAVE pARTAKEN iN. fORGIVE mE fOR eVERY uNHOLY aCTION i hAVE iMPLIMENTED
iN mY lIFE. sPARE mY sOUL.
aMEN,
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
i live to seek the little
existance of things
than those that stand in trance
but does that make me a bit unrighteous?
I was made to stand
at the crossroad of time
and seek out my fate in tears.
My creed was taunt out of my will
but i had love to live.
I dont mind if life dont sing my song
or help caught the falling treadrop,
my faith was buith on higher things
and by God and by man
i am glad to have share it all along.
Copyright 2011.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 11:05 AM UTC
Don't be walking in the dark
even in the park
you will be torn apart
and shredded!
he is like a land shark
he always hits his mark
his blade is so sharp
beheaded!
he has a beating heart
but no mercy will embark
fast as a dart
regretted
even though he is smart
death is his art
terror from the start
he's dreaded
vicious is his blade
your grave is already made
dues will be paid
no fighting
his plan is all laid
death is his trade
your life will soon fade
deciding
your blood will be sprayed
your body displayed
you have betrayed
no hiding
prepare for the raid
prayers should be prayed
your fate has been weighed
the righting
How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...
Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...
I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
∅☢☯✰✿⚥∅☯✰✿☠☯✰
Religion, you harlot and ****** of the masses
I smell the stagnation you bring upon earth.
Gold becomes lead, in stained roseate glasses
diluting, corrupting, negating its worth.
Hierarchical structure and pseudo-anointing
seem holy— but prove antithetic to Christ
whose transparently sure apostolic appointing
began a new age, and sufficed.
I renounce you, religion. Your temples lie fallen…
the future arises from ruins, ever new.
Mere human unrighteous momentum must stall
when the truth spins around into view.
He was scorned, he was vilified; slain for your sin
Abrahamic philosopher, healer and friend
yet perceived as demoniac right to the end.
His beginning is here in your heart. Never fear:
Dead religion must perish for true love to win.
Hermeneutics imploding—His coming is near
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Will angels weep I wonder,
When heavenly hosts
March unto battle,
Haloes and spears glinting
In gods eternal light,
Demons fleeing before them,
Fearful of the slaughter,
Sinners felled by axe and sword,
Unrighteous blood streaming
Along gurgling crimson rivers,
Cities laid waste and
No prisoners taken,
As the world is covered
In the darkness of shadows
Wrought from their angel wings,
I wonder, will they weep?
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
hellion, hedonist, this wilderness is my rome
pleasure and beauty, tools of duty, the great beasts' death-roll moan
self-righteous, epicureans, the unrighteous, we march, hard as stones
grease stick make-up, relationships made up, growing up on our own
fake hair sprayed up, spread legs laid up, hemorrhaging it all out alone
nothing is free and we spend every dollar
hollow and wasted we chain our own collars
hardened, abused, neglected, rejecting all things inspired
we burn up dancing closer and closer to the heat of the beasts white fire
in our youth
we are the romans
and this is our empire
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
The darkness,
Realities boundless, harrowing void,
What exists beyond unawake dreary eyes,
What resides upon burdened hollow souls,
An unrighteous detriment of prophecy,
That sublime goddess of allure,
Withered into such a lifeless thing,
Its you that embodies that void,
Veiled in that desolate space,
Its relentless pain inscribed across your face,
Obscured to this subjective dark,
This world forbids my light to touch your heart.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
There are moments when God's light shines bright across the sands of time,
revealing the difference between right and wrong with an indisputable line.
A line not drawn by the hand of man, it drips from the heart of God;
as unrighteous men reject his plan and refuse his grace for a rod.
When those times come and the line is drawn and God calls for men to stand,
you'll find us there at the break of dawn; in His light at the line in the sand.
©2003 Michael S. Davis
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC