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A Warrior's Helfor
A Warrior's Helför
The corpse-dew clings stubbornly to my clothes, flowing freely from my head.
An arrow fired from afar has hit its mark; Today I shall soon be dead.
Before my eyes roll back in their sockets, I look up into the cloudless sky.
Riding through the air like wayward rockets, I see the fabled Valkyrjar fly.
Those divine choosers of the slain, they fly so swiftly through the air!
Though their spears are drenched in blood, their beauty is beyond compare.
My body laid still-warm in the dirt, my flesh giving the ravens their rightful share.
Taking me in her arms, I am held tightly by one with braided locks of golden hair.
To despair is to change, to change is to influenceYou hold much more influence
Than you can ever realise...
Said the passer by to the poet.
But if the poet was so wise
Then why does he despair to the skies
With his pen every night?
To set things right.
Twists of KarmaPampered, pretty, skinny, spoiled
A princess in her castle of fear
Holds all other's plans faux and foiled
Struts her feathers in others faces
She's headed straight for hell
Steps on them with different clothes from different races
She's lost in herself
She lays in her mounds of riches
We will see how she stands in front of God himself
Breaking other's hearts, tearing out their souls
Snapping their bones, killing their spirit
Using them as mindless tools
Someday she will find herself dead
And then where will she be?
She won't be in heaven, she'll be lying in her bed
Fireno matter what life may bring your way,
just keep your head held high,
no matter the things that others say,
reach up towards the sky,
hold out until the break of day,
and never wonder why,
no matter what they may,
tread on swiftly through the fray,
with fire in your eye
Litha (Midsummer)Sun stands still like a forge blazing in the heavens
The colours of fields and flowers woven out of its light
Where sea meets sky a heat haze hangs on the horizon
Teasing with glimpses of faeries flying just out of sight
The sun rises strong, but knows its strengths fading
The Horned One accepts His own death with His crown
For from now on till rebirth, the Sun God is waning
To the life of the land the life of the God has been bound
So jump the bonfire and burn away evil
Carry a torch in procession and bless land and home
Gather the garlands and deck all with flowers
Celebrate beauty for its sake alone
Sing of Midsummer's wonder in play
Where are we fromIt makes me wonder of what we are,
stardust i heard, children of god.
Oblivous creations, accidents on a rod,
is perhaps god carrying a shirt.
On it a saying, i made humanity
and this is all i got.
don't look into the shadows eyesdon't look into the shadows eyes,
or reach out and try to touch it.
for the dark thing is making ties,
thinking you don't want to love it.
he'll glare at you with eyes dark red,
and smile 'till his grin is full.
run for he'll be quickly fed,
feasting on your soul.
so say goodbye to all your best friends,
and say it to your family.
little do they know of your desperate feeble end,
fighting, struggling, yearning to be free.
the shadow consumes you, loving your intense fear,
into the shadow, you will sink, until there's nothing left.
your life and existence, slowly starting to disappear,
and nobody will know of this untimely theft.
This Is How I PrayI wear a mask because I have no face.
I’ve always dropped out of every race.
I am a quitter and a sinner and I’m broken.
I feel so hollow from every word I have spoken.
I’ve been so lonely for so long.
I’m ready to sing my Swan Song.
Every time I fall asleep, I die.
I am whipped and scorned for asking, “Why?”
Where is my God? Does He hear me?
Why can’t I see Him? Why does He hate me?
To answer my challenge,
He planted this thought in my mind:
I am a rose.
Fragrant and precious,
I am cursed with
An army of thorns.
I am a rose.
Too easy to cut down
And be used just to please
I am a r
Where is GOD?Everywhere I look
Points me again
To someone who saves,
To YOUR healing hand.
And though sometimes
I can’t see YOU here,
I know YOU are with me
And YOU’re always near.
I searched so long
For the joy YOU bring.
Now, my soul is longing
To get up and sing!
Here am I to worship
YOU, who saves!
Here am I to bring
YOU everlasting praise!
Though doubt consumes me sometimes
I will never let go,
Because I am told to walk by faith
And let my faith show.
So, again I stand
In YOUR holy presence
Asking for peace and joy
Like YOUR rich men’s!
Secret Riteswe're not going dancing in the moonlight,
we're not building a bonfire high,
we're not daring the stars to fall,
we're not praying at an altar's lies,
we're not wishing for something more,
we're not hoping for something less;
we're just going to keep doing what we can,
and not settle for second best.
we're not denying you did your best,
we're not refuting your hard work,
we're not asking for better next time,
we're not treating you like a jerk,
we're not gloating that ours is better,
we're not whining that ours is worse;
we're just doing what we know how,
and starting up on the next verse.
we're not garbed in robes of hemp,
we're not cloa
DeadWhen I wake up,
I’m not searching for you.
And praying for others
Is something I don’t do.
Thus, I’m driven wild
With a longing I can’t explain,
But I’m refusing all your chances
To heal and brake the chains.
In darkness do I lie,
Sinking deep in sin.
I only pray to you
When pain am I in.
I’ve lost all my focus.
I’ve lost all my life.
Now, I live in pain;
In darkness; In strife.
Heal me, O LORD,
From this death inside.
Help me to follow you,
And let YOUR hand guide.
A Path Once TakenI have taken many paths
That lead to many places.
They, of course, have many destinations.
I see, behind me, a path once taken
That broke my heart and burned my soul.
It is a poisoned cup,
Of which I drank many times.
Where did it leave me?
This path once taken
Has left me dry and achin’
And yearning for love so desired.
I try to avoid the path,
But it appears again at last
And I am not too fast,
For I am tired..
The lust that consumes my soul
Has at last taken its toll
And left me more broken than before.
Where can I be refilled
So that I may be still
In this place that’s made to steal
And recreate your soul?
I still lie hear
Shedding many tears,
Not without my fears,
But seeking it yet again.
I have returned
To that path once taken
That left me dry and achin’
And yearning for love forsaken.
Light Swiftly FadingThe world today
Encourages many things,
And with all the confusion
Comes many stings.
Can a Christian stand it?
Well, not alone.
With Jesus you can make it,
Tho’ you’ll reap what you have sown.
The darkness flooding in
Leaves little room to breathe.
The flame that shone so brightly
Is almost gonna freeze!
Can we Christians save it;
Bringing back the light.
If we give our lives to Jesus,
We’ll make it shine real bright!
If we stand by praying,
With Jesus we’ll be strong!
Then, the light will shine brightly
And we’ll sing life’s song!
Letter a DiscipleHow are you, son? It's been a while
since I've heard from you, with that, I write
to ask how you do and where you are
and try to connect with your distant heart.
It's been a while since the day you left,
to be honest, till now, this hurt I've kept
from your betrayal have yet to mend.
So I'll be transparent with you, my friend.
Now I'll tell a tale to express what's within,
to let you know what I've been hiding;
to let you know how it grieves me so,
in hopes you'll realize and come back home.
Even before, in the spirit, you were born
in my womb, I conceived you as my own.
In prayer I travailed for God to move
and indeed His promises, throug
spiritThe gaze of it's spirit pierces my soul,
and he whispers in my ear:
"you will have to pay a toll,
a price that's worse than fear."
I found myself within my bed,
I guess it was just a dream...
that's when saw those eyes of red
way more scary than should seem.
an ear-piercing screech shatters the silence,
and the adrenaline kicks in.
I sprint away, but my feet are quiet as mice,
like running on ice that's thin.
I looked back and i hadn't moved at all,
almost like I was walking on air.
next I knew I was in a hall
and the man was standing there.
I couldn't defend...
and that was the end
It stains, It harmsIt wasn't until later, in his room, that Paul found the little vomit stain on his trousers.
"Dammit!" He thought.
As if it wasn't bad enough that his train ride had been spent pinned under the weight of the spazzing redhead, the man had also left a sickening souvenir to remember him by: a bile coloured stain about the size of a thumbprint.
Still, Paul was too tired to deal with it now. So he took off his pants and shirt as he moved to collapse onto the bed of his suite. Hmph! and what a "suite" it was. The rotten cherry atop an already ruined cake. There was barely enough room to manoeuvre onto the small bed, talk less of to do the unpacki
The Origin of DisasterFire
Of all the elements, fire was the strongest. He was also the most brash and abrasive. Where fire went, trouble followed and despite his tendency to hurt friends and enemies alike, he was still the most feared and respected warrior in all the land.
Water on the other hand, was cool, calm, and level-headed. Known for her serene and peaceful nature, she was often called on to mediate fire-fights (which were usually fire's fights to be sure). But make no mistake, Water wasn't flaky because she was peace-loving. Like the waves of the ocean, she knew when to push and when to give-in and was all around adept at reaching the optimal com
A Thing of DarknessA Dark Thing
A dark thing, lived in a dark place.
It knew its name, but not its face.
It saw nothing.
It felt nothing.
It smelt nothing.
I have no form; I can't be seen.
I have no eyes; I see nothing.
I have no nose; I cannot smell.
So what I am, I cannot tell.
This dark thing, was all alone.
It had no friends to call its own.
It never had, to say a word
And in the dark, no sound was heard
A Confused Thing
Then one day, this thing, it fell
And it let out, such a yell
That it scared, itself, to bits
And its voice, echoed, for weeks
I am noisy; that was too loud
I am crazy; to make such a so
SamuraiSilent in prayer
As you fall to your knees
And beg the Lord please;
Now, watch my sword fall with ease
Armed RobberAt gunpoint
There's no point
In trying to run
Or trying to con
The only point for you:
To try and live on
Until He ComesThe second coming
Is not a warning
To dwell upon
Until His coming
Shall we be waiting?
Our Lord's return!?
Our task is given!
It has been written!
We have a mission!
That must be done!
To shine our light
Make the world bright
Present this sight
As his welcome
For when Christ cometh
Though no man knoweth
In faith we soweth
We faithful ones
Think not of when
Think not of where
We must prepare
Until He comes
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