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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.
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
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
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.
He decided.
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.
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
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
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)
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
The Pitcher (Epic Poem)Pre-game
Oh dear Apollonis, dance upon thy fingers and sing me a wonderful tale. A tale not of gods and goddesses, but of a group of creatures that combined with one single goal. And now, with the Muses singing the tale to my ears so that I may write their wonderful story, a story of sorrow and anger fueled by the desire of many to purify the many universes for which we live in. The tale is sorrowful, so those who cry easily have been warned. And now that those who can stomach the story have survived, let us begin this tragedy from the beginning. Before the many universes were created there was Chaos. Up, down, good, evil, everything was comb
Should I speak among the starsShould I speak among the stars;
What tales would I find?
Assemble dust and gas
A nimbus molded into light.

Should I snare the sky;
What mysteries unfold?
Mounds of air and water
Create tranquility and force.

Should I strip the mountain to the roots;
What secrets would I find?
Ancient headstones rest above
The molten pool below.

Should I tread into the mind;
What discoveries await?
Thoughts that form worlds
And Weave our fate’s design.

Should I fathom all my faith;
What hope shall I obtain?
Narrow paths and lofty heights
Are where Perfection lies.

Fear and Knowledge dwell among
The music of the spheres.
Jesusfreak's Pledgepeople look but cannot see
the light that shines inside of me
quiet with big blue eyes
but within a prayer warrior lies

but if you would like to know
who runs this show
my strength lies in Christ alone
and it is in him i must atone

for I'm a sinner like the rest
but for him I shall give my best
for He is the one who set me free
so i can be all i can be

what is that you may ask
well I pray I'm up to the task
for God has chosen me to carry his light
even unto the darkest night

I'll be in the world, but not of it
and it is to God alone that I'll submit
to love the least of these
my first position will be on my knees

I'll put evil in its p
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Hope upon his great commands,
Healing flows out from his hands.
Hate the sin that taints the mind,
Help the sick, the poor, the blind.
His Spirit is his promised way,
Hateful men He strikes away,
Hewn to guard us, keep my soul,
Holy Father, bells will toll.

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~AriadeMezzoCarattere Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I absolutely love Psalm 119. It does not matter the day or time, should I begin to read, I cannot stop, and tears flow down my face as a surging torrent of passion to live for the perfect Word. This psalm is my heart's cry and the song of my life.

It is beautiful to see someone honor it in english verse :heart:
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*Parsat Feb 2, 2013  Student Writer
I've been especially blessed by Ps. 119:50 these days: "My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life."
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