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 Mar 2018
Poetic T
For there is no free will,
         if god knows all,
             if god sees all,
for if he knows all
                     before birth
                         and after death.

Then it is he who led your path,
and your sin is of his making.
                  So he who stands high
                  is lower than thee
for has sinned against his very creation.
You are Loved, by a Savior that was willing to die for you.
You are Loved, you are so very Special also my Friend.
You are Loved, and there shall never be another you here.
You are Loved, and know this as well my dear Friend.
That you are needed as well , you are a Light in the darkness.
You are Love, you are a Light in this here desperate world.
So do not let anyone tell you any different , you are Love.
For you are an Awesome child of the Lord Great I Am.
You are the very best of who you are my Awesome Friend.
 Mar 2018
SøułSurvivør
There's a star gone Nova
Blazing in its death
Somewhere there's a baby
Taking her first breath

There's a tree that's
just been felled
By a lightning bolt
It's burning
There's a man
Who loves a lass
Weeping for his yearning

There is a mountain rising up
Beneath the ocean's depths
There's a promise
That was made
Which was never kept

There's a storm
That's moving in
To quench a Raging Fire
There's woman who is old
Burning with desire

However viewed, the universe
Under Nature's Veil
Is very like your own true face
However wan and pale

The Parables, the metaphors
The things that poets speak
Are in the moon and sun and stars
We have only to seek

When our sun goes Nova
When all mountains fall
We will, at last, perceive our God

The Ruler of us all.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/5/2018
I am so sorry to have gone AWOL for so long. I have a lot of excuses, but none of them are sufficient. I want to spend a few days on this site so I can make up for lost time. I've been on Facebook way too much... It can be very addictive, and because of my health it's difficult for me to juggle social media. But I know a lot of my friends here don't put their poetry on Facebook. So I want to spend some days here to catch up with my poetic brothers and sisters. I've missed you terribly! Its 1:30 in the morning so I have to get some rest now. But I'll be back in the morning.

I really love you.
 Feb 2018
Marisa Lu Makil
A time will come when days are dark
Your lantern will not light a spark
The devil, then, will leave his mark
And night will sweep toward us

The darkness will blot out the light
And every hour will be as night
All of mankind will be a'fright
When the devil comes a'callin

But there is hope inside this tale
The sun will wipe away the vale
And then all wickedness will fail
We'll hear a brighter story

The Lord will come in chariots bright
He'll banish blackness, greet the light
His righteousness-oh what a sight
When He will come again

Like a warrior He will come
Into His loving arms we run
His brilliance is like the sun
He'll banish fear and sadness

The devil He will send away
In all His glorious bright array
We'll go to heaven where we'll stay
And live with Him forever

And when all things are said and done
And when the dark o'r takes the sun
upon the golden streets we'll run
And live with Him in glory

So take hope then, He's coming soon
To have the sun, wait out the moon
He sings a sweeter, richer tune
Hallelujah what a King
 Feb 2018
Lora Lee
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes
)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
                       tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
                              throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
        and love
and love
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