dont know what to call it by DMNHunterLDY, literature
Literature
dont know what to call it
Prince of Darkness
world of loneliness
darkness prevails
demons stir
my breath is frozen within
the heart no longer beats
lives torn away from love
only dread and fear remain
darkness steals all that belongs
the thief in the night has entered
prowled in through the crack in the window
hope sleeps
death is alive
fighting rage against the henchman
strength becomes weakness
swallowed up by despair
sent down lower than lows
When will my Savior come to rescue?
to flash his mighty sword
darkness will flea
and hope awakens
You gave us this life and can take it away
So many times we forget who you are
We owe you our life and we forget to pay
When we feel down, do we try to get close?
No, we rely on ourselves to pull through
Why? Why? When you are always there
We want to get close but try to please the world
These people are nothing compared to you
They are all just a speck of sand
You are the almighty ruler
No one can measure up to the creator of all
They try and try but cant move the lever
They stay in third gear all their life
Why the rush? You say to us
We need to slow down, eternity wont speed up
Slow it down to first gear
Take i
All four walls, mortar laid brick
Strength that can withstand the elements
Although meant for protection
Fear
Between the walls gather the mirrors
Reflecting only what they want to show
Odd shapes and figures is what I see
Twisting funnel of confusion
These four walls seem to be moving
Shifting and closing in
Nowhere to run but up
The endless ladder that leads to emptiness
Must I return and face the mirrors?
Whose reflection will I see?
A figure without shape or image
A mere mirage of the future
If I try to reach for it I may fade with the sun
Look closer to these four walls
Find an empty space to fill
Buried in a
FROZEN ALMOST DEATH
DARKNESS TIME STANDS STILL
ONLY CRACKS AND CRUST FORM
LIFE BROUGHT TO THE BRINK
RAVAGED BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION
BATTERED BY THE FORCEFUL BLOWS
CROWDS OF MOCKERS GATHER
SALIVA GETS MIXED WITH BLOOD
DIGUST ON THE FACES OF THOSE LOOKING ON
DRAWN TO THE HILL OF RESTFUL PAIN
MONEY USED TO SHAME
NAKED, ON DISPLAY FOR ALL TO SEE
HOPE FILLS THE HAUNTING NIGHT
PURIFIED AND REFINED AS PERFECT GOLD
CHOICES TO FOLLOW EVEN TO DEATH
God gave us these feelings
we can feel happy
we can feel love
but we can also feel pain
feel suffering
Feelings can lift your spirits
or open a door for the devil
Will we ever master them?
This gift can sometime feel like a curse.
Feelings take us for a ride
on this roller coaster we call life
Sometimes the tunnels are dark
but we go through them
We anticipate the next turn
Get anxious of the hills
and joyful when we are speeding forward
on to the next challenge
We have to prepare ourselves
The feeling will always be there
God is the only one that can guide us
He created these feelings
He created us
Seek Him
2 Corinthi
I gave my all to the Father and he laid his robe on me
To take away the old and bring in what is new
He rescued me from wrongs and faces me toward right
Then there is night.....
Every morning brings the question I will have to answer
Follow or be fallen?
Lost or be found?
Fight or be fought?
Render what is mine?
Dont let the night take over
Day is sure to come
My Father gives me strength
He gives me all I need
When I think he hasnt given me what I want
I remember what he did
He felt the pain
Loved the unloved
Healed the incurable
And walked where I step
Cherish all I have and all He has given
Remember what he
Diseased is this body
Infected from the world
Worldly sorrow will bring me death
Cry out to the one who saves
But my cry is contained
This scratching inside is terrible
Death would bring relief
Caught in this web of feelings
No longer do I want these emotions
My heart is broken
And my hands hold the hammer
I caused myself to shatter to pieces
How can I condemn myself?
Christ took away all my shame
My heart believes this
But my mind twists His words
Life, is what I should be consumed with
Only death is my shell
I want to break free
Free me from myself
Nina Wagster
Weak and Selfish Sinner by DMNHunterLDY, literature
Literature
Weak and Selfish Sinner
Weak and selfish is this sinners soul
My heart is weary and quickly turns to black
I look up to you when Im falling lowly
My eyes search for the one to save me
I fight myself deep inside
You are always there, I know this
But my evil desires drown you out
Why is my heart so dark and lonely?
Release me from these killing chains
My lazy mind cant focus on what is real
The imitating virus spreads in me the lies
My mind fills with wrong thoughts and intentions
This part in me cries out to the one who saves
But this damning lie fills me till I overflow
Part of me wants to end it and give in to the deceiver
Death see
My trip to Hell and Heaven by DMNHunterLDY, literature
Literature
My trip to Hell and Heaven
And I saw my own face frozen in heaven
And dark bodies floating in darkness, swimming in a pool of sin and death
Imprisoned with shackles of loneliness
Im trying to climb closer to the light, but my eyes saw me frozen in heaven
Burst forth sounds of utter terror
Looking upward feeling unconscious
Reaching out my hand lashed with transgressions
Trying to look for my savior
Where in this nest of flesh is he?
Falling farther into the abyss of nothingness
My star has fallen, burst to dust, shattered silence resounds
My empty head fills with tears of remorse
What or where am I?
Alive, yet death is all around
The sh
How you tempt us with your wicked fruit
You offer spoiled fruit
Ripe and delicious on the outside
But crawling with worms on the inside
You are powerful yet weak
Your words are pleasant to hear
But tear out our heart
Your brightness draws us in
But when we came through it turned to darkness
You are the lion in the tall grass
Stalking your prey
As we draw closer you jump out and devour
The One will come with the sword
To cut your lying lips
Your wicked desires will no longer consume
Your words will not penetrate the Mighty One
Until the Redeemer comes we will battle
Fight for the lost
Draw on the trust of the Maker
Ignore
All I have in this world is not mine to keep
What good will do when Im six feet deep?
Material things can consume your mind
All these things you want can make you blind
What kind of life is this?
Empty and without bliss
The true treasures are the ones that last
Make your own pleasures be in the past
Put another in the drivers seat
He will even wash your feet
Cleanse you clean of a world gone bad
You can never ever make him mad
Store up treasures in heaven forever
No one can take those away
No never
Matthew 19:16-30
Fingers intertwined, joyfully nervous
Shedding of skin, birth of eternity
Longing for support, all pulls through
Head bowed, embracing presence
The books in a row, love songs of two
Feet support the body, nothing belongs
Eyes scan the vaulted, brightness shines down
Lots of smiles, hidden behind a mask
Hands come together, pulls farther apart
Deception hides, search the inside out
Comfortable side step, arms raised
Only time the mouth does good, pierces hearts
Words of words spoken, streams out the ears
Scribble a notebook, leave it behind
Time consumed love, acknowledged by one
Produce a bowl, keeps the body alive
Bread and w
lowly
is the scum of the earth
where neither man nor God can find
where demons eat at the flesh off the bone
lowly
is the daughter who is forsaken
hung naked for all to see
the rope that strangles me are my own thoughts
lowly
are the thoughts without action
temptation from the one who destroys
temptation that is sweeter than honey
lowly
is the mind that hunger and thirst
drinking in the poison of vipers
eating from the rotting carcass
lowly
is the soldier who fights for what is right
fighting a battle waged for years
the enemy has captures its prey
lowly
is the silent voice
never heard but screaming inside
a
Days Pass By
And were nothing but flies
Buzzing around
Busying ourselves
Looking .
For something to feed our lives
Flies eating other flies
To feed their desires
Search the world for something
Good or satisfying
Nothing here for us now
Only dung is found in this world
Eventually....
It will make new things grow
But until then
It just stinks!
By Nina Wagster
War within this shattered mind
Sinful nature in all its flesh
Like blind leading the blind
The Spirit fights for what is right
Cutting deep with a double edged sword
I rely on it for sight
My eyes bleed from the tears
The dread and hope stirs together
Giving up the heavy load Ive carried for years
Voices from the enemy line
Telling me Im nothing but dust
But I chose to listen to the only One divine
The full armor I carry to battle
Not my own but His alone
Standing firm but frightened still
Bruised knees hit the floor once again
I cant fight this war alone
The enemy retaliates, instead of one, ten
Th
All the other plants in the garden are cared for
Why do I keep getting weeded?
I try to look beautiful like the other flowers
But my flower dries quickly
Then it gets blown by the wind
Carried for miles
The other plants get watered regularly
But I get sprinkled with chemicals
They burn me good and keep me down for a while
But I slowly come back
I flourish even when ignored
There is a Sun up above
It gives me all I need
The Sun withers some of the other plants
But I draw my strength from it
Others marvel at the beauty of the other plants
But frown when they see me
Im just a pest to them
This seed I carry can make many
Its rising from within the path Im sailing
A fog so dense I cant see my hand in front of my face
I cant find my way
I feel as though Im blind
O Lord be my lighthouse
Sound to me
That I might find my way
Without your warning Im sure to crash
Oh the cliff that lies just before me
I dont know which way to go without you
If I dont hear from you soon
O Lord Im sure Ill sink into the miry depths
Im frightened of what is ahead of me
I need to be sure of you
I will gladly hand over the wheel to you
For you are sure of where we are going
If I stay at the wheel
The fog
Mistakes and Imperfections by kiltedman, literature
Literature
Mistakes and Imperfections
The mistakes and the imperfections....it's what we often only see
In ourselves
In others only too quickly
The mistakes and the imperfections....it's what others often see
In us
In others but never themselves
The mistakes and the imperfections....it's what we long to lose
In ourselves
In those we love around us
The mistakes and the imperfections....
....always there
But it is possible to look past them.
In those we love around us
In others
In us
Well Im in AZ now. Already been to the hospital three times in three months of being here. But oh well! Was wondering how my friends are doing? Rick got a motorcycle a XV920 yamaha. its a nice bike. Already put a new seat on it for more comfortable longer rides. Rode to Sedona already was HOT!!!! Good thing I was wasnt wearing my helmet would have really roasted.