"unsaved" poems
Ongoing failures of the Church to act,
will guarantee the sure success of evil;
for faith without works is… still dead
and visible today is spiritual upheaval.
The internal chasm between the members
of both sides -the presbytery and laity-
must be bridged with faithful cooperation,
girded with policies that last permanently.
Even today, God is quietly waiting on the Body,
while the unsaved are queued up for Hell.
Individual Faith is a person’s responsibility,
but the Great Commission impels us to tell…
others about God, His Love and Christ’s Salvation.
After 2000+ years, The World has not misunderstood.
A final solution is required and not yet in place-
each of us must desire to… overcome Evil with good!
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Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
James 2:14-26; Obad 1:11-15; Gal 6:7-9;
Matt 5:45, 28:16-20
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is
that good men continue to do nothing -Edmund Burke
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
How can I reach the unreachable..
teach the unteachable who's comprehension is unbelieveable
But the fact is unbelief is more than lack of knowledge..
Cause the truth is even Satan knows who God is..
Is it blindness...
truth on deaf ears..
the embracing of silence..
should there be surpises ..
when behind your eyelids enter a random act of violence..
A vision of darkness ..there's no light that why the pupils dilate the use of the iris..
But when use to darkness and the lights hits one close their eyelids..
I.e. Christ the truth the way the light..
Being unsaved is like living in the womb..
Darkness equivalent to that of a tomb..
Flashes of light is like labor contractions..
The unknown conviction hinting..
Considered a distraction..
Pushed out now watch the eyes reaction..
To the light cause from darkness there's a detachment..
If given a chance a adjustment happens..
An embracement of the light..
A rebirth Christ in action.
How can i reach the unreachable..teach the unteachable ..
With a script the director unknown Its more than the shout of action..
Living life like a movie unaware that the villains not acting..
Now could u imagine..
A movie set full of madness..
All the cast dead like really dead from a stabbing..
No equalizer the villain the only one left standing..
You may say excuse me..
Life is not a movie.
Truly
But a witness not performing there duty..is bystander..
No innocence exist...
No bliss in ignorance...
.Cause we all birth into sin.
So many questions with wrong answers given like the truth don't exist....
How can I reach the unreachable
teach the unteachable
who I tell to this body of Christ they should enlist
But when a pass is given and the shot is missed..
It negates the assist..
A reason for the lost of the game..
The thought of a lost soul has me ******
I'm the point guard I help the scorer sustain..
Chris Paul with rock which is the gospel..
Passing the truth like Paul the apostle ..
Too many people out for a win like Christ didn't settle the score...
Adam severed the relationship but Christ rebuilt the rapport...
I am trying to reach and teach but there's no trust any more...
Pointing u in the direction of accepting the Lord..,
Embrace the word of God that double edge sword..
Them cuts is conviction..
The sword swinging is What it means to be a witness..
Led by the spirit A Christian
Yes we are made in Gods image..
Trying to reach every soul because the wins and losses count..
Life is not a scrimmage..
How can one soul have a blemish..
Only dirt that can touch the soul is the ***** hands of sinning..
How can I reach the unreachable teach the unteachable..Who mistakes knowledge for ignorance...
And reject truth because arrogance..
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
She owns a castle
Feeble as glass
crumbling walls to repel the past.
As the roots creeps higher onto the castle walls
Years passed and no one danced the waltz
Medieval old music keeps playing
She was abandoned, lost and dying.
she was an unsaved princess left alone
all her sadness never known
*a dainty flower
meant to wither*
She stared afar
Eyes locked on a nearby tower
yet she seemed distant
Vowed never to speak of love again
she was silent all these years...
*she was empty, alone, forgotten
Just like her castle*
She sits atop the velvet chair
Stood up at the veranda on the cliff
Pain was all hers to keep
what could've happen
if she'd just leap
She owns a magnificent ocean
of glistening tears
You'll hear her screams
blend with the roaring waves
On sleepless nights she wanders
The great garden
The ambiance of melachonly
The field of haze seems to widen
A ruler to all the shadows casted
A subject to her desires neglected
The doors are shut
Countless barricades will bombard you
Before you could walk up to the bridge
So brace yourself and your white horse
She wont let you get to her
Silly..silly..kinglet
She waited,
Oh how many years has it been.
Kneel infront
Of the lonely queen.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC
Who knows what it means
To feel lonely ?
Who knows what it is,
In the mystery,
Being left apart
With your broken soul ?
My unsaved mind
Is nothing more
Than an unsaved man
During a cruel war.
And if you were the one,
Can you make me smile ?
Look around dear !
I suffered enough.
What you see here:
Is it safe enough
For my weak body
And my lonely soul ?
I know you like me
But are you ready
To take care of me:
A wrecked body
With special needs
And a lack of love ?
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
3 am
you are responding slowly. i say i love you. you do not respond.
5 am
i say have a nice day you say you too.
7 am
i write you a poem of words i barely knew before google and thesauri i tell you you are beautiful. read at 7 17
11 am
i am in class biting my fingers you have not said a word i have sent you fifteen messages all left unread i am worried
2 pm
you have said nothing my head is shaking my hands are spinning you usually respond so quickly
3 pm
i saw that you were typing as i exited my messages. i never got a message.
5 pm
i sent a simple hi and was sent an automatic response that you had been offline for too long my message would be delivered when you came back online
7 pm
i sent you messages to see when you came back. you didnt come back.
1 month
its been 31 days youre still offline
2 months
i got a message today and i saw your name and my stomach flipped you said only hi and i said hello back. you did not reply.
1 year
i do not think of you, you left.
2 years
i saw you on the street you looked like a new person. i waved but you assumed i was acknowledging someone else. you walked away.
2.5 years
i got a message from an unsaved number that you killed yourself today and my number was in your phone and i might like to be informed. i didnt reply.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Im a bright idea.
A dreamer.
A lover.
A scholar.
A fool.
Of pure heart and...
A pure soul.
Pouring purely positive intent...
Placed within these words My story unfolds.
This is uneasy, unfixed, unloved, unending oneness.
And I sit un-interrupted in my unfounded unhappiness.
Willing it to fall like a ton of bricks.
And I realize...
Inertia is linear, not uniform.
So I sit.
Untouched by more than a few.
Unsaved by the untrue.
Behaviors become virtues.
Truth becomes reality.
Truth becomes trust.
Trust.
Becomes.
Everything.
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC
Becky turns on her radio
It’s 4’oclock you see
Says she’s got a date with just me
Her Keds dazzled in red
With thoughts of Psychedelic Furs in her head
Thomas headin home
On the floor of ole truck lies his 80s comb
Hasn’t seen old school in years
The thought brings him to tears
Michael’s on a break
Wants to take time by the lake
Thinkin about Sarah
And that iconic leg warmer era
When she hadn’t worn waterproof mascara
Sarah walkin thru the old store
Hears em say, vintage is a good score
Records musty smell
Makes her feel swell
Polaroid on a shelf
Drifts back to a time of her younger self
Instant prints
Memory hints
Friends together
In spring weather
High school dance
Parachute pants
Puffy sleeve print
Tubular and mint
Neon color
Teenage pustalar
This much is true
With a Converse shoe
Glares, stares and dares
Waves in their hair
Synth-pop
They bop
First crush
They blush
Friendship pins
Shy grins
Floppy disks
The unsaved risks
Laughs enter
In present time
Fallen purse
Fate or curse
Hand holds out a dime
Blank look
Like a old good book
Mumble jumble
Who do you see
lookin back at me
In a flash
It all goes past
Familiar face
Of time & place
If you leave
No one would believe
Together again
It was then
When they remembered when
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
I was not trained for this—
no welcome packet, no handbook for gravity.
Just a name that clings like static
and a voice that trembles when spoken too clearly.
They asked me if I had room.
I said I had weather.
They asked me if I would disappear.
I said watch me smolder, and stay.
I have loved like a lighthouse
with no shoreline in sight,
signaling to anyone
who mistook reflection for return.
I’ve held their names
like breath under water,
carved pathways through others
just to find my own again.
But I do not sculpt.
I do not steal 'the good stuff'.
I inherit fire
and ask it if it remembers me.
If you see yourself in me,
look again—
I am not a mirror,
I am the window you opened
and forgot to close when the wind picked up.
Still, I arrive,
boots echoing in the hallway
of someone else’s myth,
offering only this:
I will not rewrite you.
I will not finish your sentences.
But I will stand here—
untranslated,
unsaved,
untouched by the need to be anything
other than true.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
I met the Soul,
And she was empty.
She was exhausted, unattached.
She wandered charily,
Taking the back streets,
Not to be noticed.
She was unsaved.
Was she abused?
Was she just given up?
She walked so poor, not oneself.
"Why are you suffering?" -
I asked her heedfully.
And lo I realized:
It's my Soul herself.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
Just the other day I remembered
when we headed to Hastings on a road tour
I jumped the fence like a tomboy
An older lady wasn't very impressed
Her exclamations spelt "Not a lady enough!"
On thorny paths we looked for love
The moments when my heart raced like a truck
Slowly but surely, plainly but with a drop of passion
Like a saint I was naive and unsaved
In mortality we promised a life of love and death
A suave, you said it felt so right, I in heaven
Bonded in ways above ****** forms, we entwined
In divine spirit and soul, sunk in expressive concoctions
I bought you flowers as a dork, as my masculinity faded
A disbelief that any man will burn my slow coal
Never shall we fit the normality of socialisation
Our way is our wave and precious than gold or silver
The black sheep of the institutional functionalism
Let's leave the dotted circles and wander alone
Deep in the aisles of the forests and jungles we came from
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
~~~
a poem derived from these words of
Joel M Frye
"Poetry is a self-policing agency, enforcing nothing
~~~
The Truth Burden
is the accursed need obligatory,
the sacred sanctity requisitioned,
when the whenever,
chooses to drops in and
upflag the mailbox,
an uninvited invitation,
announcing with precise bluntness,
that precisely now,
is the tool crafted moment
and you fool,
are the selected tool
you must render unto Ceaser,
by your own hand,
render your own rendering,
do your own undoing,
go forth and in haste,
will thyself into the cauldron of the
Great Mystery of Creation
you cannot lie in poetry
-one can only validate-
you will tell the whole truth,
and nothing but,
all in good order,
to secure me to thee,
to muddle
our molecular cocktail mix,
you must,
must give only
truth in poetry,
or give
nothing
police yourself
in every aleph bet,
don't substance abuse us with deceit,
give only your unburdening,
force us to lip kiss
when
we face each other,
when
pronouncing the blessed script of
ourselves,
that we have been granted by sharing
each other's unvarnished lettres
the burden is
to un burden
cut out what needs
to be bridged from
the secret walled-in safe,
and give form, life and breath,
expose it to the atmosphere,
reform your bleak introspection
and white horseradish bitter realism,
turn blue blood veined internal
into an amberina red,
all by being
unsaved, unsavory, unsafe
you are the enforcer,
you are the police,
you are the validation
and the validator,
enforcing this sole law,
police your self,
give us
with no agent in between,
give us
nothing but,
a voice
one will recognize instantly
as the whole fats milk of
truth
oh, how I will embrace thy
one and only,
when given,
your
one and only
for do we dare disagree that is
each other's truths that
shall set us free?
•••
for we are the inhabitants,
of this wild land of
no inhibitions,
no rule of laws,
except one,
defend the essence,
protect the defenseless integrity,
promote the mystery of the
human poem
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Give it up,
relinquish those thousand thoughts,
the thousand hopes,
no one ever wanted to know.
Keep only the things they wanted to read,
the **** the gossip.
The secrets shared between you and your lovers,
whispered in hushed tones
across mascara scarred pillows at 2am.
Bury the dreams,
that had no meaning.
The happy ones, full of lavender and vanilla,
But keep the nightmares,
the ones that left you screaming at 2am
that will make the hair stand up on the nape of their necks,
and give them nightmares of their own.
Starve your soul,
till all that's left is the shell of a body
that they will praise, then critique.
Who needs souls anyway?
Without a soul, you remain forever,
undamned, unsaved,
alone, in the dark, at 2am.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
^¡^
Color me be a cymbal
Let me be a gong
Color me Coyote brown
Let me limp along
Color up my faltering voice
Let it come out wrong
Color me a blackbird
A deep & moody song.
Color me a minstrel
Let me be a knave
Color me a sinner
Who is yet unsaved
Color me a'weeping
Let tears come in waves
Color me a raven
Perched above a grave.
Color me a cloudy day
Color me the rain
Color me a carousel
That ol' circle game
Let me be a priest of straw
Let me see bloodstains
On songwritten pages
On my Christian name.
Color me a kite in flight!
Color up the strings!
Color me an angel
A rusty golden thing!
Color me a blackbird
Cuz, man, those birds can SING!!
Yes, even a blackbird has
Red & yellow on its wings...
^¡^
by Catherine Jarvis
Dedicated to Joni Mitchell.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
The sun rises up and the sun sets down
But here i am wearing my heart with a frown
This christmas breeze frost the air
Like it frosted my heart having love thats so unfair
I walk in the aisles of madness and woe
asking myself do you think of me too?
I used to belong to this wildfire of yours
But i am just a human and i can no longer take the curse
My life would'nt be the same without you to break the ice
Moments of fire already gone in my eyes
But i still believe letting go of you is the right thing i should do
Having you still means i selfishly loves you
Thats why i have to wear a mask and keeps on pretending
dreaming im flying while my heart is already flooding
Flooding with grief and sorrow
Worrying myself what will happen tomorrow..
I used to confide to you all my heartaches and pain
But now i know i cannot do it again
Now i confessed my sorrow in the corner of the leaves of the trees
Letting it fly as the wind breeze
I am all alone now and still walking in the same path that i've been thru
Keeping all my heartaches and my moments of blue
letting myself to soar high along the shore
Keeping my secrets in the sand where my life has bore
My secrets that has been carried away by the wave
Where it made my love for you everlastingly unsaved
I know i have to stop this emotion in which i felt for you
like a fire in my heart where the wind has blew
Oh if i could only see you now!
In front of you i will make a vow
Vow to fight for my love for you even i know that is unfair
But here i am sitting wounded in a stair..
Creating a melody of my own
Building hatred for what my life had shown
But i know until the clock strikes at its last nine
I know inside of me i just cannot make you mine!
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
I can't look at the sky
I can't stare at the waves
Is happiness being by your side though
Knowing that i'll be gone in the morning
This love continuing to be unsaved
I want my eyes to forget your
Existence
I want my heart to forget
That I hadn't felt this whole
Ever since.
My lips can meet new ones
I can touch other faces
I can feel the enchanting heat of the sun,
But the thoughts of you remain
Without waste.
You remain
In fragments of my life
Even if it comes with a side of pain
The sky used to keep me sane
Until it's inconsistent patterns
Screamed your name
The waves used to be my muse
Until its source of joy in my life
Reminded me that in yours
I am not and am only of
Temporary use.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
The Twin Souls speak to me,
During the desert suns and
Tranquil moons,
In its greatest oracle,
They tell me
‘Save yourselves or
Remain unsaved’.
They took me to Egypt,
On the magic carpet that
Was dowsed in my room-
Some may call it a rug-
But for the Twins,
They flew during majestic
Nights
Seamless heights.
Nights I look back,
On how my twin was created,
How our paths had crossed
And how lucky
Even blessed we’d been.
Days I look forward,
With my twin and I
Drenched in Kelly Green in our ceremony of
accomplishments
Or seduced by the sun,
Escaping Methodist systems,
And enchanted by esques’ in the forest
Other nights,
My twin was gone,
An empty burden I felt
Swell my chest.
On those nights,
I prayed to the Souls to which
They promised
to keep us together
Some times the Twins advise me,
‘Do not set yourself on fire
to keep others warm’
And
‘Other people are not medicine’-
That is, except for the Twin Souls.
I taught my twin
Lessons of life,
And she taught me
Lessons of gratitude.
I must admit,
We were both a bit
Damseled,
A bit Distressed
[Still dressed to impress]
When time has run out,
Hope is lost,
Spirits are killed,
Demons are in disguise,
And hell breaks loose
I pray to the Twin Souls,
To hold us eternally whole
In the wake of the full moon
Because my TWIN SOUL,
Will never escape
The Encased LOVE and PURSUITS
Of my HEART
For she is a true work of
Art.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
If you're having issues
your prose and your words, unsaved
try making them as "Draft"
they auto save, that way
and then
you can edit them, into public
:D
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
Praying before I go to sleep hoping I see another day of grace, God had mercy this morning for He woke me this morning to the dawn of a new day one I never seen before are every see again for it is the dawn of a new day.
Another day of grace, My eyes open and my hands are raised to say thank you Jesus for another day of grace as I get out of bed to pray I see the beautiful sunrise for it is the dawn of a new day.
Praying in faith that this day is blessed an hoping my Lord leads, protect, keeps and helps us and saves the unsaved souls all over the world for it is the dawn of a new day.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Crack
My shell; has not been done
Flak
And Hell; saved by none
Save me, save me, cry I loud
I can't escape this evil shroud
Beset by shadow: vile, strong
I cannot hold out very long
Collapsing, sinking in this mire
Lost forever in the fire
Of myself.
I'm falling, dying because of you
Standing there, strong and true
It's my end for I do hide
My plight from you (take in stride)
You're perfect, shining Princess bright
That's why I die alone (all my might)
Because I love you.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
She flew away today, blew across
The sun and darted through the
Sky, breathed life into the voluminous
Void of space, gave meaning to the unsaved,
Brought upon the Earth clouds and rains
And tears and unsaid words that
Never seem to make it out of swollen lips.
She flew away today, glided against
The winds, drew from them the memories
She cast away, ran adjacent to her
Fading worries, her unobtainable desires,
Spun herself a silk-laced dress that
Makes the world pray for death’s salvation,
Makes God stare at her with an eye on
The trail she’s left behind in smoke.
She flew away today, brought down
The light from the waning moon and
Kissed the sun’s head goodnight,
Shook away the pain of all that’s befallen
Her blood-locked, star-born children,
And brought with her the promise that
Once she arose into the kingdom of
Heaven, the Earth would shine once more.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Startled ends, the consummation
Of hours, last days sparkle, begin,
I was made and I, was cast away,
Unsaved, born of oceans drowned
Pressures unwaved, unfounded
Yet strung alive, blood draining,
Torn inside and your voice, supple-
Clarion, your little hands roping mine
Subtle vines, tangled in unrest
Provisioned, sweet song, poison
Wined, what sorcerery, what shame
To forget ones grounded name,
To live, now only in shadow, sun
Only in shade where every room
Remains—
Empty, the golden light washed
Out in the seeping tides of ruin.
Though I was spent open, betrayed,
Always waiting, deaf hope listened
For deaths' floating midge of feathers
Drop, wish I never knew, never ran,
Came by you, never saw the mirrors
Ends, only wish for peace, day lights
Dull untold innocence.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
I'm proud of my words.
In secret, mostly.
Loud lights and
open mic nights scare me,
to write the truth.
The things i write
and the things i say
live in two different worlds.
one - where my mind has its
own way - telling me to
keep mum at least today - s p o k e n
the world i try to hide in
on paper
is forgiving.
it will never shun me
for living
under layers
upon layers
upon layers
of curving words that i created - w r i t t e n
i pretend to think
of the rhythm that should inhabit
the empty space between words,
but then i fail,
almost
by force of habit -
as you can now very well see
or hear?
Mics aren't as forgiving as people.
when the speakers blast
my trembling breath
into the corners of a small room,
i think i understand
why a mountain can be named
Mount Doom -
it's the same amount of effort. - s p o k e n
What do i do, then?
Then, i run.
i clamber over steps
stumble over wires
careful not to trip.
i leave behind the small room
with big people
and laughing lips.
and i run, run, run.
i close the door behind me
as i break into my own
castle of ink and unsaved notes.
i thank the chineese
for turning trees into
empty screens waiting
for me to empty my thoughts
onto them.
thank you, darling Egypt
deceased trees make me feel
better about myself
every single day - w r i t t e n
I'm proud of my words.
In secret, mostly.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
Within this circle of
the human condition,
selfish babies will cry
and most people will die…
hoping to see God’s Love.
Within this circle of
this Life’s circumstances,
it seems no one can trust
as souls are going bust,
hoping to see God’s Love.
Within this circle of
clueless Church families,
the Unsaved remain queued
up for Hell and still brood,
hoping to see God’s Love.
Being focused on ourselves,
we’ll never reach paradise;
we require each other,
as strong sisters and brothers,
with a true Faith that’s precise.
.
.
.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Eccl 9:1-12; Gen 4:9
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Down in the ground, your silver body lays
You were buried, with another person on that day
Both of you are unsaved
So now your abandoned in this muddy ***** grave
You men seek for answers, you seek fullfillment
For you only have half your heart, what an empty torment
Where did the other half go? We may never know
Who has it? The Questions seem to grow
You are not in a grave yard, but within the woods of one
You should be counted as dead, and your memories done
But there is no grave stone, so there maybe hope
Maybe your time in the ground is a scope
An opportunity to learn, to believe, and to repent of past sins
For those who have ears let him ear! For the change first starts from within.
Your darkened eyes, look to find hope and relief in others
But only the drowning down pour of depression is you cover
Your shadows of hair hang over your faces, your eyes to the cold moist dirt
Deep down under, your gray chains get tangled to share each others hurt.
The only company you have is each other, along with the fallen sin trees and young future saplings
Learn from nature dear men, for the love of the roots of the tree's to the dirt is forever grappling.
Your charm of words remain in the containment of a plastic force
The force field refuses to open for you until you end your sinful course.
I have tried to dig you two up myself, but you were down too deep.
No power on earth could unburry you two, the possibilities seem too steep
Only the Super Natural forces of God could do that
But When? WHEN will you be unburied?
I'm sorry... I'm am one impatient Cat...
Every now and then We can feel your clasping hands reach for the empty red bench... hoping to get out of this grave.... and sit with us again....
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
The way you write things
has saved my unsaved spirit
and made me want to run in meadows
and make the dead flowers and grass jealous
because I was revived
by the blues you wrote
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC