"unrighteousness" poems
The crown of my unrighteousness pierced Thy skull,
And drops of blood flowed into the veins of Thy brain,
Quite often I please the ruler of the flesh,
But all my ways ripped the heart of the Redeemer.
Thou wert stripped when I am shrouded with iniquities,
Thou wert spit when I choose the fleshly acts,
Thou wert scorned for my fruitless words,
My sins of pleasure nailed Thy palms on the Cross.
Intermittently I let the spirit of evil into my soul,
And how often Thou wert lashed by filthy transactions,
Thou wert kicked with the filth of my boot,
With my heart of pride Thou wert slapped.
Thou hast created me and all within;
Yet Thy Love for Thine made the Way with Thy humility.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
One scarlet tear, makes it clear which drops from her cheek to the ground which burns away as acid, toxic, became lifeless in an instant
Emotions of any kind, are to ruin ones mind, ones soul from something more beautiful, clean and without any malicious intent,
Ruining what's best in us, corrupting inner peace with disturbance,
Free from bonds or feelings one would live alike the the moon; Elusive, with a cycle which turns and decides to recycles once again,
But what would be a life, free from the trouble of emotions, heartache
pain and agaony, happiness and glee with experiencess worth more than a soul could ask for, wish to be repeated, forming what is YOU,
Would it be a curse ? A blessing ? Would it be wise to purify onesself,
All these questions remain unanswered, as the world spirals it's transient, lifely joyful axis around our golden shining star, the sun,
Purity comes sinfree, cut from temptations of every meaningful term,
Then it would mean to give up anything, everything in solace, simply to remain free from an act or even a thought of unrighteousness,
Empathy would be lost in a purgatory of pure furies which knows no heart, or mercy for this matter, a life spend alone is an answer to this,
Oh servant, will you burn away like the flower in the heat of summer by achieving this purity you strive for just to call yourself better ?
After all, the joy of emotions is for all to experience
After all the love of light is for all to bear
~ Umi
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Expect miracles every minute
Not.
Go away children if you want
Uplifting,
This is a dark adventure
Composition.
Gloomy the mood,
Gorgeous the day,
You have received my disclaimer,
Scurry away.
I scribe smoke that is uncontainable,
Smoke that suffocates, not for decoration.
You are the unrighteousness, not on the list,
Peekaboo voyeurs who read and dismiss.
Why I pen this or this.
Lost in the shuffling cards,
Luck is not inexhaustible,
Mine, bottled in the bin labelled,
The last recycling.
Dark is the blue sky,
White clouds just clothing to disguise
Morose is the vision,
Of eyes that have not seen a miracle
In decades of waiting.
Let us divorce today,
Find good cheer and company elsewhere.
From my finger these words fall freely,
No waiting, from me to you instantaneously.
What ails thee smoke scribe?
I have given and been taken, leeched and bled
and now wasted the last of my
Nine lives.
This is where I stand, edged and ledged,
Miracles are not shown to me anymore.
My quota, used, I'm not us-confused,
Cause I wrote the disclaimer,
The warnings, the risks, well understood.
Write of the good, the bad, of the
Beautiful that does not last,
Wonder if this is the poem
shall be my Epitaph?
Poetry craft, was the sword I breathed thru,
Unlike you, my motet is completed,
The music, the canon smoke, here, come, then
Gone.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
A delicate crimson rose endures
The snow and winds of winter's grasp
And closes up and wilts a while
Until Summer sun it finds at last
In this world of unrighteousness
Where brutes and ogres' egos roam
And selfishness abounds like weeds
She exists in shattered form
With silent seething disilusion
And saddened, unrequited love
Maddened by the unjust acts
of those who advertized their “love”
A vain and self-indulgent god
Did sieze himself her mind and oath
Presiding as the demons do
In hidden acts pronounced as gross
Enduring the madness of matriarchs
And the hostility of tribal gang
Where smiles of familial welcoming
Turned into savage, jealous fangs
Yet though the bitterness seeps through
And anger permeates her skin
Sweet dignity she still retains
And devotion stll resides within
Her adornment incorruptible
Her spirit mild and resolute
Did not return evil for evil
But stood and conquered it with good
Happy is she who has endured
And in mild subjection did remain
Showing honour to a painful degree
To bring honour to Jehovah's name
And though she stumbled in despair
Yet withstood for righteous sake
Her loyalty, the beast could not sever
Nor divine concsience could he break
For like the rose at winter's end
That bears a striking sharpened thorn
Her petals still are soft and pure
And her soul with beauty still adorned
For the righteous one who sees all things
And whose love she yet retains
Will never for eternity forget
The love she showed for his great name
And should she reach out and beseech
And trust his salvation once again
She would know with certainty
He has never let go her hand
(For my precious daughter, Cheryl, who has been to hell and back)
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
Confessing to God I am a sinner
LORD, every steps I take, I commit a sin.
Every word I speak, I commit a sin.
Every thoughts in my mind, I commit a sin.
I repent, I sin again.
A thousand times I have failed
Yet, so merciful is The Lord,
*“ For great is Your mercy towards me,
And You have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol”*
Each steps I take, i commit a sin.
I am so weak, still Jesus loves me.
*“For sin shall not have dominion over you,
For you are not under law but under grace.”*
Each word I speak, i commit a sin.
I am so weak, still Jesus loves me.
*“For when we were still without strength,
In due time Christ died for the ungodly.”*
So now, I take an oath.
*“Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness,
Neither shall my tongue utter deceit.”*
*“Therefore my heart rejoiced,
And my tongue was glad;”*
Each thoughts in my mind, i commit a sin.
I am so weak, still Jesus loves me.
I kneel before You and praise You,
*"For we know that the law is spiritual,
but i am carnal, sold under sin."*
Confessing to the Lord I am a sinner.
“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”
But now I am saved through Christ our Lord.
For “whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
*“Blessed is the man who trusts in You!”
“Blessed be the Lord forevermore!
Amen and Amen”*
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
The flesh lusts daily against the Spirit
and the Spirit wars contrary to the flesh.
The opposing tenets of grace and iniquity
can never with each other… completely mesh.
For the redeemed sinners operate by grace,
while the practitioners of unrighteousness
prefer the dark, ungodly ways of wickedness
and will not inherit the Kingdom’s fullness.
Fleshly works are clearly evident: adultery,
fornication, idolatry, sorcery, uncleanness,
contentions, jealousies, ****** immorality,
hatred, envy, revelries and evil-mindedness.
Fruits of the sinful flesh are plain to see
and spirits cringe- at their being mentioned.
Can we expect others to pursue God’s holiness,
when people are upset- from being questioned?
For we live under God’s grace and not His Law;
His righteous wrath will be eventually revealed.
Acceptance of His gift of Salvation can insure…
that our lives will have been redeemed and sealed!
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Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gal 5:16; Rom 1:18-32, 2:1-16
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
Deceiver, desiring only to ensnare another, in webs of selfishness.
Thief, lurking , luring innocent victims into the pit of darkness.
Murderer , robber, you smile believing to have conquered any doubt with lies thicker than honey.
Priceless moments of life led astray by trickery , laid upon chambers of the innocent heart
Slowly, slowly, murderous betrayer, fulfilling an ego with self love that will forever be unsatisfied.
Experienced trappers should be aware, not to allow their feet to stumble in a trap set for others.
Wickedness befriending the liar, balance the scales, ravenously tearing breathing flesh from their bones.
Till nothing is left , nothing, but the shell of insatiable unrighteousness
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
Love, night, bodies, world, eyes,
Darkness, lust, life, belong, shine
Losing, time, Lord, death, grave, heart,
Helpless, hope, weep, bleeding
Agony, devil, embrace, souls, yearn,
Escape, awaken, lies, smile, light
Irrelevant, breathing, die, lips, kiss,
Illuminating, feared, everlasting
Unrighteousness, hatred, desired,
Christ, disgust, ever-changing
Grace, insanity, lingering, sinner,
Ailing, lurking, weakening, savior
Desperation, facade, knives, flaws,
Infected, evade, corrupting
Temptation, forgive, repent,
Contorting, unbreakable, incapability
Bewildered, demon, pain, lost,
Hopeless, dream, aching, shattered
God, truth, impossible, despise, drowning,
Shame, sparks, destroy, longing, flawless
These are my words
But is anybody
******* listening?
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
A broken lock equals an open mind. An open mind equals a temporary peace of heart. I constantly write in riddles and lines that will never rhyme, that most will probably never read. In my subconscious I relentlessly attempt a Resurrection of civil engagements with an uncivil mind. My internal demeanor never abandons a detail, a key worth remembering and a lock that will always sway to and fro in a shanty boat that is inconsistently worthless and valuable. It will never dock, it will never be entirely worth the stress or the time it would take to tie and secure a ship of that size and quality, or lack thereof. There exists ulterior motives that Miss blonde esteem is seemingly not even aware of, or like her prior, accepts ignorance as a temporary escape until the uncivil mind returns civil. The fact is this. The uncivil mind was never civil, and may as well never be. Locks can be repaired, even when the thief begs for no replacement. What makes the thief the uncivil enemy? Has it ever occurred to any soul, that a thief is only stealing away precious moments that are rightfully his, that circumstances and uncivilized minds have locked away in a pitch black that they cannot call their own night? There surely has been an uncanny instance when the locksmith swiftly turned about to find his prior gazing at him in the golden grooves of the trap. The thieving of one’s own mind, to break a lock enchanted by the uncivil mind, should be easily empathized and understood. But alas, curly blonde esteem will forever submit under the spell of the uncivil mind, who will only cast a shadow upon itself and its priors. It will be remembered in the scent of cigarettes, where it will also be displaced. It will be avoided in the unrighteousness of a friend’s bed in another family’s house, where a respirator and the oxygen tubes intertwining the threshold no longer exist; neither do the white sheets. There will never again be an absence of music behind the actions committed between the uncivil mind and the civil heart.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
Lust comes knocking at my door
Your touch so inviting
As your lips awaken the
Demon raging inside me
I’m straining to free myself
But I remain helpless
I yearn for your taste
Aching for our embrace
The collision of our bodies
In a manner of nothing but
Unrighteousness
I never loved you
But the mere idea of you
Lust comes knocking at my door
I’ll let him take me tonight
As for tomorrow
Hatred, shame, disgust
I despise myself.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Wipe my eyes, melting away the wax
of unrighteousness; to see into your grace,
and all it’s wisdom.
I’ve been blinded,— to not see the value of my
worth. In dusty mirrors, only seeing the worst.
A slave, a sinner, and being so undeserving of
your love.
Oh Father,—
_Boys will be boys,_ but not rarely are the
men baptised in wisdom. Washed of their
former selves.
Spirit filled,— isn’t of the religious talk your lips
could exclaim. But of what really resides inside;
of you and your relationship with God, alone.
Voices are many, only in the quietest moments
of heading into sin. But it’s but a whisper of what
true righteousness speaks of.
Know that it is Him,— the King of kings,
Lord of all, as Jesus is and remains the one
true King.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 6:51 AM UTC
Pleasure plays its game when obeyed the voice of desire,
There sneaks into the chamber of peace a ghost of darkness
Invisible to the eyes of flesh and bones with the wand of evil.
Looking at the world busy with mundane philosophies
Each moment of time exploited to reap corns out of weeds,
There sleep souls stained with lawlessness and unrighteousness.
Each rule of the game dictates the conscience to slip and fall,
And the conscience, buried underneath the coffin of deception
Once kept for sale on the Tree of Knowledge ‘midst the garden.
The souls never wake up, and the conscience looks bargaining with the ghost.
The bargain looks heavier than the product laid for sale.
Countless souls fall in line to buy the coffin of deception,
And there breaks out rupture and chaos in dramatic monologues.
The ghost never speaks of the warranty of the product,
But fills its ghastly den of glittering darkness with the fallen souls.
Time and again there strikes the conscience with the voice of Heaven,
But sin and pleasure hath shrouded the sleeping souls with their wand of deception.
The Word of God keeps knocking the door of the souls,
But the souls run down with the charm of wealth and wine.
The ghost of darkness hath sit on the flesh of the souls.
And there appears the Cross drenched in blood and shame
For HE hath laid the curse on HIMSELF for the fallen souls to breathe again,
And HE longs for their repentance and forgiveness to take them back with HIM.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 11:07 AM UTC
Breath counts our days and nights like God.
Breath during twilight laid into blissful sleep,
breath of newborn welcoming the world,
breath during considerations on storm of frozen years,
breath of mortally terrified man thrown into abyss,
breath of memories creeping into oblivion,
breath during ecstatic experience of union with beloved,
breath of bard in sanctuary,
breath of soul while symphony plays in it,
breath during interference of God's message,
breath during observation of visible signs of what is performed in soul,
breath while you are overwhelmed by primal instincts,
breath during kiss affecting the sphere of sensuous ,
breath during awakening of images of love sick from excess of words,
breath during the intervention of God in life,
breath on the path of recognition of the idea of good,
breath during maturity examination in the field of theological virtues,
breath during reward of unrighteousness,
breath during arrangement of feelings.
Breath releases emotions without need of Katarsis.
Breath strengthens internal sense of security.
Breath makes soul your guide and teacher.
Breath makes possible
connection of mind,body and soul,
deliverance from the darkness of ignorance,
release from bonds of illusion,
separation of the spiritual needs and ****** needs,
to experience spectrum of human feelings,
to be a man distinguishing good from evil,
to celebrate life in all its glory,
to get rid of belifes limitating mind,
to enter into spiritual and physical world,
to study cosmological issues,
to hipothesize and recive answers,
to experience fulfillment in the field of love,
to overcome chaotic desires of our soul,
to use the knowledge gained before entering the body,
to become an expression of divinity,
to imitate order of nature,
to dry out unusual flowers under a pile of books,
to experience God's Providence,
to prove that justice is worthy of having,
to exploit days and nights in conformity with destiny,
to avoid venial sins in the future,
to exceed usual consiousness,
to dance in lake with stony bottom,
to think about something we never experienced,
to avoid the loss of sensitivity of the moral conscience,
to cry in defense of the poor,
to express respect and love for fellow beings.
Breath is the hourglass measuring time grain by grain.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
A kingdom on the Nile
A man who called himself a god
Ruling over the people of the river
Enslaved we were in that Kingdom
By this man, Pharaoh, who called himself a god
Imprisoned by our chains
Enslaved by these whips and lashes
Enslaved by the sins of our fathers
Imprisoned by our own hearts
Our people flee from the rule of Pharaoh
Escaping the reach of his arm
We will follow Pharaoh no more
A way has been made
A way to the Promised Land
Through the Wilderness we fled
Out of the tyranny of Pharaoh’s reach
To our toil in the Wilderness we go
But with hope in the Promised Land
We will follow Pharaoh no more
A way has been made
A way to the Promised Land
We follow Moses
As he parts the roaring waters
Anyone can enter through the cleared path
Both righteous and unrighteousness can pass
Following Moses' lead
As he leads to the Promised Land
There is no shame in passing through the waters
For the love of God lies in the waters' part
By God, Moses parts the sea
Leading us to the Promised Land
A land filled with the Glory of God
Flowing endlessly with milk
Flowing sweetly with honey
In the land promised generations before
But Moses was a flawed savior
Moses could not lead us to this fertile land
But when we entered
We saw the great glory of the land promised
But we were still imprisoned
And we are still enslaved
Not by the toil of chains
Not by a man who called himself a god
But by our own iniquities
And by our own faults
Into exile we led ourselves
Enslaved by foreign nations
Betrayed by our own selves
Exiled into unknown lands
Exiled from the land of our fathers, the land promised
Awaiting reconciliation
Awaiting the Messiah promised
Chained by the faults of our humanity
Following the hearts of men
Then God on High came to Earth down low
To be that which He came to save
To save that which He became
Knowing the faults of our broken humanity
The Son of God became the mere son of a carpenter
Then He paid a hefty price for His bride
He laid down His life, and He and His bride became one
He married this ******* woman
And He sanctified her
For our sins, He died
For our faults, He gave His life
To give us living breath, He breathed His last
He died our death
Then resurrected us with Himself
To pay the price for His bride
A price none would ever pay for such a *****
But bought we are, with His blood
And in Him, we have new life
We will follow Pharaoh no more,
That man who called himself a god
A way has been made
By a man who is God
To the Promised Land we walk
A way has been made
In the Glory of God we'll live
There is no shame in coming to the cross
The love and blood of God was poured at the foot
A new Moses on the cross
Leading to the Promised Land
The arms of Moses stretched out upon the cross
Leading to the Promised Land
Where we will dwell for all time
For we have been delivered
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
**for our beloved Rebecca,
one mo' time,
until the next,
one mo' time**
taking my time,
tho propelling compulsion
not just strong, but un-denying,
but care, Muse, warns,
be taken
when scribing re
one of my chosen ones
when you are
drawing from, drawing down,
dancing, edged
just one whisper
away from darkness
in order to homage the
brightest truth
the girl driving the dust,
the girl driving
the Canadian plains,
looking ages ahead,
ignoring the rear view mirror of
no fun house past distortions
who am I,
unrighteousness confessional,
no father, original sinner,
that tasked I am, to praise or save
who needs neither,
for who but she
dings our dents straight,
and brings us this:
*like a whisper, a snowflake,
or a reassuring smile,
dreams are fleeting,
and can blink out,
as quickly as far away stars...
embrace the free,
the moments unknown,
with uplifted spirits
and open hands*
this then is the whisper,
so so so so
far away from darkness,
that now my compulsion
to the ground winningly wrestled,
when she writes
she whisks away,
she whispers us away,
the darkness,
away,
from us,
like no other
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Dale Koller rots with cancer, Ken Brandt has ills severe
The Wrath of God Almighty, is upon them so austere
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One thing that MY God HATES, it's a Stinking Lying FARCE
Like Richard Edward Rhoades, with his limp and broken tarse
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In Unrighteousness he held, the Gospel of God's Grace [1]
He died and went to Hell, his "doctrine" a disgrace
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He NEVER sited chapter, NEVER sited verse...
For the "gospel" that he preached...upon him is Paul's curse [2]
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Ken and Dale carry on, for at least a little while
Two of Rhoades's Toads, THE Gospel they defile [3]
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BarJesus called Elymas, corrupted Holy Writ [4]
Perverted Holy Scripture, so his doctrine it would fit
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And so did Dusty Rhoades, and so does Ken and Dale
They corrupt the Word of God...Satan they do hail!
[1] Rom 1:18
[2] Gal 1:9
[3] 1st Cor 15: 3&4
[4] Acts 13:8
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
Our city is wicked
Or so I have been told
The air is thick with smoke and sin
The ground is covered in dust and disease
The people are vile and villainous
Our city is wicked
Or so we have been labelled
We are a nation defined by unrighteousness
We live to spite a God we don’t believe in
With each breath we curse morality
And choose to live a life parallel to what is right
We are the thieves
We are the murderers
We are those you shield your children from
We are the wicked
Or so we are thought to be
One look into our eyes can **** you
One night in our home can corrupt you
One drink of our wine can rot your soul
You have been warned
Stay away form the wicked city
Stay away from those who lie and cheat and steal
Stay away from the perverse dwellers of that place
Stay away
Stay away
For we are unclean
We are unrighteous
We are unholy
Unfit to be loved
Unable to be saved
Uncalled by God
Our city is wicked
Beyond reproach
Past the point of redemption
And far from salvation
We saw the line between right and wrong
And we crossed it
And we ran as far as we could
Because we are a wicked people
Or so you have made us out to be
And we were too far gone
Salvation no longer and option
We were a parasite
We were leprosy on the face of the earth
A deadly disease destined to **** all of humanity in slow decay of character
We were the wicked
Or so you tell yourselves
We deserved to burn
Just as we had burned your commandments
We deserved to die
Just as we had killed your children
We deserved to lose everything
Just as we had taken it from the poor
We were the wicked
And we deserved it.
We.
All of them, and me.
My city and I.
We deserved it.
Because we, all of us, even I, we were the wicked.
But somehow,
Somehow
I felt the flames on my back
As my city burned
As they received what we deserved
I heard their screams behind me
I felt my people dying
And I remembered the warnings
But wicked as it may have been,
I loved my city
And to break the rules one last time
Now that would be a beautiful tribute
To us
The Wicked.
And so I slowly turned for one last glance at my blackened home
And joined my people as we stormed the gates of hell.
Sin in our hair
Salt on our lips
And Sand in our souls
We, the wicked
We, the corrupted
We, the sinners
Too unworthy to be offered grace
Too black to be reconciled
Too evil to be forgiven
Forced into submission to the grave
And abandoned by God
Because we were wicked
Right?
Our names have faded away
But our legacy remains
In a pillar of salt
Next to a pile of ash
A sight you cannot un-see
And you can pretend to forget us,
Or tell your children that we deserved it
As you teach them of forgiveness
As you tell them of grace and mercy
Tell them how we deserved it
And hope they are blind to hypocrisy
But remember that pillar of salt
Remember our city
Remember who we are
And how we died
But most of all remember that you are one of us
And we are the wicked.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
There is a bumper sticker I have seen, it says to "Coexists"
Be one big happy family, make wrath and hate desist
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After all we all are One, members of the human clan
Be all Lovey-Dovey, in the Family of Man
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Excuse me please excuse me, in my Bible I do read
A verse of Scripture plane and True, to this I will take heed
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The verse is from Corinthians, the 2nd Paul did write
I read in chapter six, how I'm to fight the Fight
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Number 14 is the verse, the verse where I will start
Read the chapter to the end...I take his words to heart
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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
it is like
little blue men that **** the home out of your soul,
make it feel like a lonely hotel room.
it's the heartbeat of a worn out clock,
welcoming old songs and new forms of self destruction.
what do you do after you're young and invincible?
you kick and scream and crawl back into your mothers womb,
a woman who is as long dead and gone as the way you say your name
like each syllable has a nuclear weapon attached to it.
like it is an apology and a curse in one.
i am lost in the forest of my unrighteousness
i wish to be clean but hate the water.
let me wander in the lust and grief of my own tongue.
my soul will answer to it's master one day
carry me home,
carry me home.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Sleep and wake in fear
Spirits cause everything
Consultations and exultation to a deaf God
Fast and pray lest you fail
God is hardest to please
God is dead to us
We buried him in ignorance
False prophets - our ancestors danced with them
False prophets - our parents fell victim
False prophets - we are enslaved
I see this
I see that
Our demons never fight
The salt and oil we douse at midnight
They protect us
False prophets- we listened
False prophets- we believed
False prophets- we are enslaved
Wives hide nakedness from husbands
Strip from cloth to thought for them
Faith overburdened with naivety
Knowledge that redeems,
Lost to teachings of captivity and unrighteousness
False prophets - our ancestors danced with them
False prophets - our parents fell victim
False prophets - we are enslaved
The greed that keeps them afloat
Sinks our soul and glory in muddy waters
Shame only comes at the end
The end comes at our loss
We fear those we should love and love those we should fear
False prophets!
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC
*God please help me. I come to you because I no longer feel deserving of your love. I am ***** and I know that you cannot accept me. I am used up like trash and there is nothing left of myself to offer to you. I feel forever tainted and unworthy of your guidance and love. I am as a phony in your house. I should not have come to your place of worship. I feel like an outsider there not deserving of the information that so many others take for granted. I am sorry that I am unholy, that I am the sin of this earth. The filth of my hands should not grip your Bible. My mind is destroyed with the images that play in it; I can no longer absorb your truths. Please God forgive my unrighteousness.*
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
One day, I want to be so in love that the angels themselves would envy the love I’ve found without them.
A love in which Cupid would supply them with the bow and arrows to prepare them for the war of my unrighteousness.
One day, I’ll be so in love that the music will hum in harmony with the giving earth and not the envious skies.
On that day the heavens will think they’ve lost control and my feet will be so planted to the ground that my roots will begin to dig deeper into the earths porous surface penetrating into its crust and I will no longer have to beg the skies for an angel.
One day the love of my life will walk towards me among the earths ground and they will come to me with two bare feet, body sculpted into perfection and their appearance will be that of a
Saint in a luminous glow, without any wings,
not even a halo to show.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
O My Lord, there is no one vaguely like Thee,
Who has the ability to forgive me of my iniquity.
Failure to accept Your grace is a sin of pride,
since Your presence within me, can divinely reside.
Forgiveness is a powerful weapon for my wounded soul,
when I recognize that only You can truly make me whole.
Help me Lord, to rightly walk in love without hypocrisy;
help me observe the Christ - in everyone I meet and see.
Don’t allow poor, quarrelsome behaviors to rise up in me,
for ungodly uproars may create opposition to God’s decrees.
Remind me to be kind, gentle and tender-hearted to those,
who still suffer under the weight of sin’s deathly throes.
In the remainder of my days, I will continually confess,
that I’ve been cleansed of all traces of unrighteousness.
Despite my human imperfections, my spirit won’t be riven,
knowing that I am greatly blessed and… still forgiven!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 20:25-26; Acts 10:38
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC