existed not in their lives
except in night's rhythmic tranquil form.
Stars gently guided lids to slowly dip
till each new day's rebirth enlightened hungry eyes
raised to receding shadowy un-hafted horizons undefined.
A spoken spite did ignite bites to bitterness conceive
in hidden caverns breeding death through cancerous disease-
a spreading blight to kill first slowly though thoroughly eternal delights.
Heavenly dreads then groans when words of envy deceived an innocent one
thrusting aside loyalty, trust, respect, even love for dripping lust; thieving greed.
Universally astonished screams, possibly, as another's traitorous chews ensued.
Begetting an atmosphere of gloom plus doom consuming the universe,
as an once angelic son reborn demon seemingly dishonorably won
hearts, minds in treachery's deceit. Was righteousness defeated?
Succeeding for centuries: surging bloody waterfalls drenching
all, especially the sad, blind, seemingly spineless souls
sacrificed endlessly in satanic revelries boldly cold.
Diminished: morals, ignorantly destroyed; void?
A majority's desire for an endless joyful life
by following a beckoning Light into which
this darkness cannot resist. Though,
this world tragically prefers
a dense darkness
"All things... that you want men to do to you,
you also must do to them."
This today we should hum in hymn
after first digesting this tasty gem.
in my home, with family
or solely alone,
would anger heat my satisfied bones
if knocks or ringing of my phone
interrupted my solitude,
my games of glee,
or my mere apathy?
"What do you want?...
Who bussed you in;
gave you the key
to open the gate and harass me?
I have my own;
am fine as I am.
What you have
I think is cult or scam!"
"I am sorry to pause your time; it's just in your interest I did climb your steps to seek you out.
The message is good; I'd love to shout!
But, it can also be bad
to those not hearing. Since an exterminator is arriving;
to do a thorough clearing
of mice in men,
since housing a crippling fear
of rats and snakes
who poison or infect,
leaving infestation or venom
now unable to vomit
or systematically fight;
of raging dogs
by rabies defined.
sad their state,
but, when biting
if not inclined
the remedy can only be quick and in depth
to reach the Owner's noble goal:
Eliminate all that
won't be controlled
after explicit instructions
to sanctify inner places;
to eliminate hatred
in secret or external spaces;
and genuinely be neighborly
exhibiting true love
to an intense degree.
I am sure you're not as one of these.
bear with me a moment more
for, if you knew and believed the future for sure
you'd be with me in this work to procure
persons with humble and honest hearts.
To give them hope of justice soon
Our Creator admonishes us to happily impart.
To tell them of this Grand Master's Plan:
His "Day of Judgement"
to engulf the Land.
For these dear ones to
all you meek ones of the earth,
who observe his righteous decrees.
you will be
on the day of Jehovah’s anger."
to be revealed.
"A Great Tribulation"
So all sincere worshippers must gather together to survive;
yes, to safely live through it.
From his denunciation be hidden
as the wicked cannot hide.
Since His commandments, a stench, they cannot abide.
as a 'watchman'
we're trained to proceed
in sounding the final warnings
And if any adhere
their own blood they'll save.
But if chosen not:
an eternal grave
called "second death"
will them tragically enslave.
Yet, if I do not ring the bell
my blood he'll ask back of me
for not showing true love or empathy.
So may I leave you with this thought
for you to digest
as honey in its sweet comb
if you feel you ought?
Or close your ears;
do draw your shades
to the proclamation
once to faithless Israelites made:
“I will cause distress to mankind,” says Jehovah God, “and they will certainly walk like blind men; because it is against Jehovah that they have sinned. And their blood will actually be poured out like dust, and their bowels like the dung. Neither their silver nor their gold will be able to deliver them in the day of Jehovah’s fury; but by the fire of his zeal the whole earth will be devoured, because he will make an extermination, indeed a terrible one, of all the inhabitants of the earth.”
as we know,
as with an extermination that occurs,
the place of residence
to love my neighbor as myself means not my own life to shelf as others demands reign supreme depleting precious tocks; exhausting energy stocks; sliced through ones own spiritual course necessary to individually pursue. heed kindness's need for dispense, yet don't stay with those who knowingly slay gratitude, replacing with a strife-filled spirit to you imbue.
56 words Write a poem for contest rupi kaur - 56 words exactly
rupi kaur is one of my favorite poetess'. Google her you will be amazed by this young artist.
Her poem is the prompt. She says so much in 56 words. Write what she inspires in you after you read it and do it in exactly 56 words.
No future desires that exist in me. No innocent can I be;
though my wish was to just run; to climb trees. Temporarily. A little girl. A teenager. A young woman.
A little boy. A teenager. A young man.
Free to develop distinct personalities.
Not have to concentrate on how to escape hungry or angry he or she's thinking that I was planted solely for them to enjoy
then toss like an apple core, roadside garbage,
to seed in an environment not designed for sweet apples to grow.
The seeds are trampled or blown away with no roots to firmly stand; to demand a place; to command a space. To take part in a normal race for betterment without the chains of a stigma:
sad or angry mental victim.
Raised with a belligerent rage seething beneath as a silent volcano. One day to erupt, but too late to be against the perpetuators of this hate.
Though, exist not a lack of perpetuators against others sown without a cloth of self-respect or dignity to wear.
Naked too; they feel shamed.
As if all can perceive that they were used or abused as tarnished trophies
once arrogantly displayed; played;
then laid aside dented and damaged. No longer worthy of any honor.
Thus, another cycle to circle violence and hate.
The wheels of rape go round and round.
Round and round.
Round and round.
The violence of rape It makes no sound.
Makes no sound.
Makes no sound.
Given no tongue to preach:
No more violence! I said "no!"
But, the tears do fall. And fall.
All the while silent screams bounce off the walls. As the waters rise drowning the victim from within.
No one sees the river rising behind the eyes. Inside the mind.
Though, eventually they see the deadness in her/his despise of the living.
Yes, eventually, the zombie is recognized by their sporadic loud laughter or drug glazed stare or Tick.
Clocking the days to nowhere.
out of the haze
A voice speaking of a future free of violence and hatred. A time when wickedness will be eliminated. A future filled with love and enjoyable work for all. An end to death and pain. No more to grow old. And a resurrection of dead loved ones.
The voice spoke from a book, though ancient, stating these were future prophecies to be fulfilled on this earth.
They promised to show me other scriptures to validate their claims.