Life with God is not immunity from difficulties, but peace within difficulties. ββ C.S. LEWIS /b:||
Life with God is not immunity from difficulties, but peace within difficulties. ββ C.S. LEWIS /b:||
_Perfect_ is a strong word.
Overused and underrated.
_Murder is easy. _
We do it all the time.
Weβre burning
the false flag at this point
and flying the captainβs skin.
Iβll write
with the blood of my hands,
smearing verse
until theyβre clean of you.
Hatred of the image-bearer,
daggers to the throat,
clubbed with noisy gongs,
clashed with symbols,
dashed and thrashed
with vainglorious clam...
TW : Christian theme βοΈ
i remember for now
my eyes betray me
by corroding neurons
where soul seeps from mindβs coils
dripping to a bone-pan
of dread and dream
i remember youth and You
like sephia and dustbunnies
the warmth of a fire
fighting the chill of night
where did i go?
i cannot recall my fall
did i push You away?
did i call for You to catch me?
i dropped my head and my heart
in the s...
**_MAGIC_** comes with a price.
Are you willing to pay?
The fee of a soul
but a soul isnβt owned
nor blood or bone
or fleshly home
pay with your fate, mortals
the staff becomes serpent
then Aaronβs bloom
pay your price to the prince
cast tomorrow to pharaoh
to Horus and Ra
wade to the Nile
see it red again
write your fury on the reeds
your piece on papyrus
on sandstone sphinx
pry it fr...
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theyβre talking your ear off
with words like scalpels
lighting your way in red
high on the mountainside
just out of nowhere
capitulating to a populace
bathed in seven deadlies
in neon and wind-striving
blithe and blistered
they speak to their father
to themselves in the night
the phone booth
of revolving thought
circles back again
and against the innards
Oβ red light mo...
CW: 10 poems. 1K words. Strong themes. Suicide. Christian themes. Mild language.
Some pieces stray a tad from the prompt, but not too far astray.
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βlike honey and rotβ
two strikes
about a few hundred
to home
i may never know
if itβs the clicking
of minds or barrels
hearts or tongues
the hangman cometh
my time has been and gone
like honey and rot
my lungs are filled
with putrid sugar...
Twenty years later
the man walks free
the prison collapses behind him
he doesnβt stop to stare or care
the world is different now
itβs a coiled adder
a constricting serpent
suffocating the prey
itβs a graveyard full of mirth
a casket of laughter
sidesplitting red roses
a place now so foreign
the man sojourns...
TW / Christian Theme
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I am made entirely
of good intentions
stitched together with flaws
laced by grace through faith
knotted and sewn
with dealthy depravity
hemmed with hellish ambition
tailored in white robes
and soiled linen
with dust and sackcloth
wrapped in hate and rage
shrouded in sin
bound in tainted flesh
filled with blood and soul
saturated in salvation
and wretched self
...
TW: strong Christian theme
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Thou hide thine heart from heaven's sight.
Shine, shine ye with thy hidden dark.
The truth shall always come to light.
With forked tongue and speech of night,
becurse thy name and scorn the stars.
Thou hide thine heart from heaven's sight.
All evil deeds and wrongs called right,
shall trumpet to the throne that harks.
The truth shall always come to light.
The ...
On the backroads
you were winding carefully
a jewel glancing back
at her treasure
the little Rock with safety belt
and the mist in the semi
the fog in the tractor trailer
mismanaged his wheel
itβs haul carried it foward
front towards backwards
dissipating in the driver seat
a nonfeasant cloud
overcorrecting
spiralling, sprawling
splaying smoke and mud
and I thank God
that youβre okay, my lo...