Pillow TalkWith every passing nightthe winter's passing grows a little colder,And as I wake I find that I am loathto swing my legs from bed a little older.It's battle waged between the chilland passion in my heart that does not smolder.turn and find no one,turn again, to no avail:wish on a pillow
Contemplating the Futurelaid to final restpast the foregone crestnever again to draw breathever consumingthe future loomingthere is a life beyond death
Winterwhite sky,winter's cold windwings bywhite landwinter's cold graspat handair, ground,winter feels upand down
How to Love a SisterMy brother,I see the way you careBut merely care, not hear her heartbeat.You're not a callous man, but you must learn to dareTo run alongside her with fleet feet,To hear her share, and bearYour sister.
Two Months of SilenceA year ago, it seemed so wide,The separation still undone,For everything had seemed to rideUpon the choices not yet spun,Though fervently we prayed God's will to fully knowIf we should keep in what we saw a year ago.Was what we yearned for chased withoutA hint of self-devotion served?I could not say without a doubtThat God was what my heart preservedBefore all things, including you. And so I learnedThat chasing dreams on our own terms was what we yearned.But what was left when I had castAway those wishes for my gain,I found, was hope your love would last,Your love of Christ through deepest pain.This hope was one that filled my soul and healed the cleftWith newfound passion for your heart. But what was left?That car ride home was what convincedMe that your growth was also mine,And mine was yours. Your eyes evincedThe starting of a new design,To keep your precious heart at peace and not to roam,To shape your life and grow you 'til that car ride home.
PrioritiesSome tell me I might beTaking this aim of aLife lived eternallyToo overboard.Tell me, what's sixty yearsFretting and fidgetingNext to forever withJesus my Lord?
DoxologyNow to the only God (there is no other)Who keeps our steps straight without blame,Redeemed as his, as sister or as brother,All majesty and glory to your name,All power and all honor to your name,All ages be to you in glorious fame!
On Planning Notes and Spurious QuotesWell, I never know the endingEvery time I start a poem;Frost didn't, and so I neverFound a need to really know 'em.
Complex Harmonic MotionThese lines are tautly drawn out with no hint of slack,Their pull is full of purpose: With a sharp attack,The tension's there, and ready for a strong releaseSo that in oscillation they might find their peace.Their sturdy, well-built nature cannot be denied,And yet they seem too weak to hold up what's implied.There's depth, they say, if you could view them piece by piece,Because in oscillation they might find their peace.They stretch, they elongate in ways too metrical,And cap their frequencies in ways identical.They might find closure quickly, or be loath to cease,Or in their oscillation they might find their peace.It's easy to misread their elasticityAs physics of a wave's predictability,A formula to solve, with vectors of a wordThat point nowhere, their heartfelt magnitude unheard.Are they emotional or merely motional?Do you perceive that selfish pull centripetal?They're full of old conventions formerly preferredThat point nowhere, their heartfelt magnitude unheard
ChangedI was once a wretched sinner,Full of strife and deceitful pride.I was so caught up in this world,That my joy slowly died.Then I came across a mirror,And saw all the ugly dirtI felt a burden come upon me,And the weight of my sins began to hurt.And then I heard a gentle voiceCalling out my name.Then I felt the Holy SpiritTake away my guilt and shameI came to know of a kind ManWho died on a cross to save us all.Now I’ll devote my life to Him;I will answer his call.I'm in love with my Savior;My Lord, Jesus Christ.He has set me free from sin;I feel so alive!
Fragile SpiritUnleashed shall be my spirit, let to travel towards the universe. I need freedom, need to feel it,never let this act to reverse. Crystal priest, clothed in blue,Can think at nothing.Just at you.Begging for the forgiveness.Begging for love. Fear's his only weakness,thus he can't fly above. Praying for the happiness. Praying for life.Wasn't gifted by the success, therefore taking knife. Enclosing the divinity. Reaching total purity. Leaving her just cries forever.Now, to him just doesn't matter...P
Gold / FeathersHollow homes with broken dreamsWhere fallen angels gatherWhere silent sounds and shattered screamsStill hunt for one anotherIt was a house of heavens ownWhere gilded children layA place that restless souls called homeFollowing their final daysBut golden skin and feathered backsCan not of peace restartWith final steps in fiery trapsThis place is bound unto their hearts
OudSzlachetne drzewoChoć zaraza psuje twe wnętrzeTo jakbyś miało się palić wiecznieTwej choroby zazdrości wszystko wokółChoć szpetne wydajesz się oku Śpiewaj, nie znając słówChociaż znam tylko cieńZnajdę cię wśród mar i złudTwym dymem nasycę głód Gnijące drzewoDroższe od kaszmiru i koronGdy ogień burzy się pod korąPrzez zniszczenie wieszczów zawstydzaszZmieniasz się w oud i już nie wracasz.
hurtlingprisoner from birthdeposited on Earthlunar soulsolar rolereality blipsliving eclipseplanet riderparticle colliderwaiting for gracehurtling through space
Poem - Separate RealitySeparate RealityPoem for Day 81 – 20141213See the sacred world:the physical and spiritual combined.No barrier betweenthe worlds of dream and reality.Reach out to the beyond:underworld, upperworld.Each integratedto the inner realm, master of all.Live the unity,embracing the whole of the world.Serve the unity,servant to all of the community.Walk the middle road,share the vision with the people.Perform the visionin forms of art, music, and dance.At the end of the day,retreat to that separate reality.Dreaming of a worldthat spans God's totality.© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
GGoodness is ever in your hands,God of Israel, who standsGuard to watch the watchmen byGates on earth and up on high.Grant us mercy, O my Lord,Guide us into one accord.Great is he, who constellations trace,Glory to the one who pours out grace.
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