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When Time stoppedMelt the clocks
break them with rocks
Time holds no meaning
when nothings redeeming
We chose the fallen
and now we are crawlin
The world stopped spinning
we entered a war without winning
The Dark Army Rise
but to this, there is no surprise
An endless battleground
with no white flag to be found
Souls held ultimate wealth
So stealing them became thing of stealth
So many deals were struck
Morals? no one gave a fuck
Brothers killed brothers
and backstabbing lovers
There's no crown to be found
as the beasts are unbound
They hunt in the dark
and all bare the mark
There is no end to this hell
when you've got no soul to sell
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.
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
Twists of KarmaPampered, pretty, skinny, spoiled
A princess in her castle of fear
Holds all other's plans lox 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
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
Somebody else.
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!
-8/30/12
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?
Broken.
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.
-5/9/12 (Night)
LithaSun 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
Duel SoulDuel Soul

Stuck in a form that seems to be of two sides,
Constant struggle for either to lead and become torn,
Either no longer rooted in light,
Or no longer wallowing in the darkness,
While in full nothing seems to be right,
But what is the answer that will ring true…

Constantly struggling in the thoughts to know which is true,
Unable to fully listen to either of the sides,
Always feeling wrong and never to be right,
These parts must be torn,
The perfect separation from what is perceived as darkness,
Or the consumption of what can be viewed as light…

What is the thought we call light?
A thought known for being honest, pure a
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!
-11/19/11
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.

don't loo
The Age of DarknessIn the age of darkness
Meet the children of the damned
Cold black blood in their veins
There's a beast in every man

A heart cursed with hate
No sympathy or fear in their eyes
A body with a twisted soul
And in that body a devil lies

There's no light to save a lost soul
Swallowed by darkness conquering the mind
For these fools can't see with their eyes
When their minds are stricken blind

And they all shall be helpless slaves
To a shadow claiming to be their master
The devil's seeds planted in their hearts
Betraying them until the hereafter
The Gothic CathedralThe Gothic Cathedral

Romanesque churches kept away the Light
No glass before had Illuminated
The great story of the Blood and the Plight
Until humble men had culminated

A Gothic Cathedral they would so build
With glass windows to awe King Solomon
In sanctification they would have guild
God would bring His grace upon all of them

The church was comparable to a cross
Made of unrelenting and lasting stone
The seat of God saved mankind a great loss
Echoed its walls the Testaments all known

There stood a church to proclaim of The Blood
Those who believed found Salvation in God

"For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is a
The promiseClose your eyes and imagine
That this wicked world is no more
Everything is perfect, new
All are happy, so are you!!!

Seems to be unrealistic
Probably it looks like...mystic
It’s hard accept if you don’t see
But I am sure that it will be!

God has promised to his children
To bring them a real freedom.
Freedom from this wicked world
That the Bible has foretold.

This promise is real indeed,
One that soon will become true.
Vigilant to be we need,
To resist and to endure!

An effort made by us today  
Will help us to get in that world.
So please, choose now the righteous way
Serve God and be in his behold!

Life is very hard to
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.
6/19/12
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Sonnet XXVIIIOp. 21, no. 10
Fullness

How far I toil, still farther off from thee,
And how a day feels like a thousand years!
Were this affection but my only plea,
I would be crushed beneath my myriad fears.
O perfect love, all human thought transcending,
Now cast away the bitterness of doubt!
O light of heaven, hear my mouth confessing
Every burden I could do without!
For as I empty out the dregs of old,
He fills me with His love's infinity.
Only then my passion grows not cold,
Only then my mind shall be set free.
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Here is an example:

Toast the moon and see it fly:
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Ancestors up in the sky
Cozy in their mansions jade.
One jug, three jugs, slowly fade...
Draughts, when taken nice and cold,
Make their poems warm and bold.
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The glory days.
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When forms and rhyme would flow like precious blood,
When hearts of poetry engraved.
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A Winter Night

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Intending to attend to sweet repose.
But as into my sheets I plunge ahead
The chill is far too great for me to doze.
If I was but a more ungracious soul
I might have cursed the frigid winter night,
But I am not so easy to console
When I have pondered on my lonely plight.
That this heart's warmth could be reality
And warm my infirm flesh with your embrace!
Oh love, embrace your tangibility
And be as side to side, and face to face!
Although my longing fire may burn acute,
Tonight it's but a sorry substitute.
To Smile on the CrossIsaiah 53:10

He hung there, bruised, his face bowed low
In agonizing contemplative calm.
His soul poured out in slow blood flow,
An offering he gave with open palm.

As one as crushed as He was now,
The corner of His mouth twitched just a bit.
A bystander brought up a bough
The moment he had seen the dying man admit
His thirst, as he interpreted.
Alas! The fleshly eyes saw only flesh
Seek what its needs elicited,
Not what His spirit needed to refresh.

No, God had given much more grace
And opened up for Him infinity.
His Spirit wandered to the place
Of His established throne in victory.
In his weakness was the time
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Amazing Love

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Amazing love! How can it be
That I should be God's family?
With Christ's shed blood and dying breath,
My sins are gone, my heart is left
To let you in and worship free;
Amazing love! How can it be
That you should know and care for me?
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A short devotional, based on the hymn of the same name.
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~wabi777 May 4, 2012  Student General Artist
amazing! Short and SWEET and to the point! This is AMAZING! Thanks for letting Christ use you to make such an awesome poem!
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*Parsat May 4, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you; glory to God! :)
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~wabi777 May 4, 2012  Student General Artist
you're welcome! ^^
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