Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air. It’s not the loneliness that hurts but the fact that you don’t care. I thought it was indestructible the bond we once shared. For this feeling deep inside I’m still searching for the word. I speak my thoughts into the wind, there blows the truth. You an IContinue reading “My Condemnent”
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compromised
Accept where he is taking you. Why kick againts the good? There need not be this flood. He did not come for peace on earth. You know who we are, you know what we deserve. He’s freed the anchor just pull it in. You’re compromised Stand and trust in him walk away, repent from thisContinue reading “compromised”
Take Care
You have some vital role to play in the unfolding destiny of the world You are, therefore, morally obliged to take care of yourself. ~ Dr. J.B.Peterson
My Old Friend
Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these darkContinue reading “My Old Friend”
Ill – Fated Energy
Anger in me
Rule 7
Pursue what is meaningful not what is expedient
I am
I am a husband but I have no woman to hold I am a father but I hear no children’s laughter I am a son but comes no word from a parent I am a man, but God holds me like I’m a baby
Seeing Death
Last one goes in, goes down crippled, keeled, floor pressing hard against my double crown. Dizzy, dazed feeling out for the door struggling, curled out on the floor. Sweat, tears, body’s being bled, gagging, chocking only bloods being shed. I shut my stinging eyes to deaths smile, it’s attacking from inside agony it’s vile. NeedingContinue reading “Seeing Death”
West winds
West winds blow hope throughout the west lands of freedom. In escaping the devils neck crank. Am I now the batman and not the joker? In a soprano high notes battle, she touched me with divinity at the foot of mount Zion, that I am now brave enough to climb. As a child of theContinue reading “West winds”
Smith Shine Poetry 