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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:31 pm
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"Ailing since the day we're born
Falling swiftlyto the floor
Our spirits lifting lifting, fallen
Burdened when we realize we're not alone
Unto ourselves we once were
carefree and without sufferage
Then the world calls 'join us' and our footing fails
and we're called to a line walking fast
But here, i find, a stronger call
It's wordless, silent, and has no known
I have never known what voice it be, so small
Beckoning, beckoning
Can't be lead astray
what would they think?
What would they think?
'Voice' i inquire, in the darkness of my chambers
clinging fastly to my senses, doubting
'Why calls you, me?'
'I call you from your shadows and invite you to my parlor'
'from the bustle of here and now, I call you to conviction
the stability and serenity of the path less trod'
Sense slighted, I'm aware
feeling as though my mind has played me a fool
The days pass, and the voice no longer calls
an unseen face is smiling
It seems to know my choice
From the mundane treading, i turn from the beaten-down
and from the beaten-path
On faith and without fear i see at last my home ahead
Doubt dies away, a sickness from which I'm healing
Sweet faith
Dear convictions
O voice, the messr of my salvation"
c: I wrote that several years ago during some self-study.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 9:04 pm
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Ready the Canon "Ailing since the day we're born Falling swiftlyto the floor Our spirits lifting lifting, fallen Burdened when we realize we're not alone Unto ourselves we once were carefree and without sufferage Then the world calls 'join us' and our footing fails and we're called to a line walking fast But here, i find, a stronger call It's wordless, silent, and has no known I have never known what voice it be, so small Beckoning, beckoning Can't be lead astray what would they think? What would they think? 'Voice' i inquire, in the darkness of my chambers clinging fastly to my senses, doubting 'Why calls you, me?' 'I call you from your shadows and invite you to my parlor' 'from the bustle of here and now, I call you to conviction the stability and serenity of the path less trod' Sense slighted, I'm aware feeling as though my mind has played me a fool The days pass, and the voice no longer calls an unseen face is smiling It seems to know my choice From the mundane treading, i turn from the beaten-down and from the beaten-path On faith and without fear i see at last my home ahead Doubt dies away, a sickness from which I'm healing Sweet faith Dear convictions O voice, the messr of my salvation" c: I wrote that several years ago during some self-study.
That is good!!
We all feel like that in our Walk. But with God on our side, we can do ANYTHING. NOTHING will get us down. |
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:56 pm
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Ready the Canon "Ailing since the day we're born Falling swiftlyto the floor Our spirits lifting lifting, fallen Burdened when we realize we're not alone Unto ourselves we once were carefree and without sufferage Then the world calls 'join us' and our footing fails and we're called to a line walking fast But here, i find, a stronger call It's wordless, silent, and has no known I have never known what voice it be, so small Beckoning, beckoning Can't be lead astray what would they think? What would they think? 'Voice' i inquire, in the darkness of my chambers clinging fastly to my senses, doubting 'Why calls you, me?' 'I call you from your shadows and invite you to my parlor' 'from the bustle of here and now, I call you to conviction the stability and serenity of the path less trod' Sense slighted, I'm aware feeling as though my mind has played me a fool The days pass, and the voice no longer calls an unseen face is smiling It seems to know my choice From the mundane treading, i turn from the beaten-down and from the beaten-path On faith and without fear i see at last my home ahead Doubt dies away, a sickness from which I'm healing Sweet faith Dear convictions O voice, the messr of my salvation" c: I wrote that several years ago during some self-study.
Hmm, are you sure that you're only 19 years old? I notice the words you use are incredibly in depth and some of these words in your posts I've only heard from Doctorate's at least. Just curious since you're writing skill is amazingly advanced for someone so young and you combine so many literary techniques in a short poem. |
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 8:38 am
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Aquatic_blue Ready the Canon "Ailing since the day we're born Falling swiftlyto the floor Our spirits lifting lifting, fallen Burdened when we realize we're not alone Unto ourselves we once were carefree and without sufferage Then the world calls 'join us' and our footing fails and we're called to a line walking fast But here, i find, a stronger call It's wordless, silent, and has no known I have never known what voice it be, so small Beckoning, beckoning Can't be lead astray what would they think? What would they think? 'Voice' i inquire, in the darkness of my chambers clinging fastly to my senses, doubting 'Why calls you, me?' 'I call you from your shadows and invite you to my parlor' 'from the bustle of here and now, I call you to conviction the stability and serenity of the path less trod' Sense slighted, I'm aware feeling as though my mind has played me a fool The days pass, and the voice no longer calls an unseen face is smiling It seems to know my choice From the mundane treading, i turn from the beaten-down and from the beaten-path On faith and without fear i see at last my home ahead Doubt dies away, a sickness from which I'm healing Sweet faith Dear convictions O voice, the messr of my salvation" c: I wrote that several years ago during some self-study. Hmm, are you sure that you're only 19 years old? I notice the words you use are incredibly in depth and some of these words in your posts I've only heard from Doctorate's at least. Just curious since you're writing skill is amazingly advanced for someone so young and you combine so many literary techniques in a short poem.
And I actually wrote this when I was about fifteen during a period of 'finding myself'. ^^ |
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 8:40 am
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musasgal Ready the Canon "Ailing since the day we're born Falling swiftlyto the floor Our spirits lifting lifting, fallen Burdened when we realize we're not alone Unto ourselves we once were carefree and without sufferage Then the world calls 'join us' and our footing fails and we're called to a line walking fast But here, i find, a stronger call It's wordless, silent, and has no known I have never known what voice it be, so small Beckoning, beckoning Can't be lead astray what would they think? What would they think? 'Voice' i inquire, in the darkness of my chambers clinging fastly to my senses, doubting 'Why calls you, me?' 'I call you from your shadows and invite you to my parlor' 'from the bustle of here and now, I call you to conviction the stability and serenity of the path less trod' Sense slighted, I'm aware feeling as though my mind has played me a fool The days pass, and the voice no longer calls an unseen face is smiling It seems to know my choice From the mundane treading, i turn from the beaten-down and from the beaten-path On faith and without fear i see at last my home ahead Doubt dies away, a sickness from which I'm healing Sweet faith Dear convictions O voice, the messr of my salvation" c: I wrote that several years ago during some self-study. That is good!! We all feel like that in our Walk. But with God on our side, we can do ANYTHING. NOTHING will get us down. |
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:42 pm
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 9:35 am
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 9:28 pm
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Here are some poems I wrote. The last one is a haiku. I used to write poetry a lot more than I do now.
Black Night Symphony (April 16th, 2010)
I hear the black night symphony,
The chorus of darkness,
Playing through the hours of morning.
Awake—the thickening anguish feels
Like more than I can bear.
Thoughts scattering, but collected,
Running in circles forever and ever
Like in a marathon that has no end.
The dreams aren’t coming any longer.
Just trails—trails upon trails of
My thoughts, twirling and winding
Like the halls of Winchester Manor.
The seconds begin to spiral out
Of control as the trails of my mind
Break into more trails, break.
They’re crooked and jagged like
The arms of an old, gnarled tree.
No end. There’s no end to them.
They will not stop—ruthless,
Like endless hordes of demons
Pouring from the black gates of Hell.
They say that I’m alone and
That I’ll always be alone.
I curse those voices, but they do
Not stop. You cannot love the pain
And evil out of them. It cannot be done.
So much time, and so little.
It’s moving fast, moving away.
…But somehow…
…I know everything will be okay…
Unburied Children (3/14/2010)
Four thousand children, unburied every day,
All getting chopped up, and then they are thrown away.
And all of this happens here in the U.S.A.
There’s no rhyme or reason for it to be this way.
Four thousand children, unburied every day.
Why is life no longer
As precious as it used to be?
Maybe it has something
To do with Darwin’s theory.
Millions of children, with no place to rest,
Murdered and tossed out. Why can’t we see we’re blessed?
I’ve thought about it, but cannot even guess.
This whole abortion thing’s really quite a mess.
Millions of children, with no place to rest.
You go to jail for murder, and that seems fair enough.
But throwing baby slayers in prison’s just too tough.
It’s just so hard, you see? Yes, life these days is too rough.
Getting away with murder is now what’s fair enough.
Too many children, unburied every day.
We cannot continue going on in this way.
Snowflakes (Jan. 16/2012)
The white moon stares down
at me with a smile as snow
flakes fall all around
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 11:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 10:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 8:30 am
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