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Sunday,
Many people go to church.
The Christian goes to school,
Taught love everyone, smile, and be respectful.
The morals begin to show.
And one has to wonder,
How can a Christian receive so much hate,
Based on a religion that focuses on love.
Could be because they make sure their click stays up,
So they can preach on the pulpit.
So they can spread the word of god,
Trying to prove to the skeptics that he ain’t a fraud,
But no, when they try to reach out,
Everyone begins to shout,
Pulls you into shame,
While making your case screech to fame.
And hey,
They say
“pray about it”
But how can you pray when no one wants to talk about it.
A club,
Wanted to start.
Wouldn’t hurt anybody.
They swore,
They wouldn’t preach to any outsiders,
But woah,
Hold up,
You wanna start somethin’ for Christ inside of a school?
No.
So they fight back. Right?
And they were only met with higher hostility.
Met with fluorescent humility.
Coming down to it,
The pressures on
The verdict is commin’
They pray
Oh please god, just this once,
Let us start this one.  
The christains,
The kind ones,
Slandered and shunned,
Cause of their faith.
Taken from schools,
Being faithful is no longer cool,
And wait,
They expect us Christians to take the fall,
Accept it and move on.
They told us to move on again and again
Shouting jesus is dead.
No.
Jesus is the reason we have pushed so hard,
The reason why we can say we have land
From sea to shining sea,
We just want this to work,
To worship,
To praise,
But the majorty of society denies us,
We are forced back into the chapel,
Forced to believe only what we see,
Which is why we need to see
A miracle.
for the people who face religion haters.
Based upon the 1999 case of Mergens vs the school board of education
 Apr 2016 Seeker
SøułSurvivør
off the roof  
like
rain  
from  
the
gutters
eaves
filling    
with
blue  
berry
ink
i    
taste    
the    
sweetness
on
the
warm  
tongue
of    
pages
before    
they

blow

away            
with                  
my                            
                      
breath                                  
.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2016
 Apr 2016 Seeker
ConnectHook
Shout from the rooftops
those whispers in your ear
that schizos may speak
and their followers hear.

That nutcase Messiahs
and self-proclaimed Lords
may reign in the splendor
of ****** wards.

That demons be exorcised,
angels beheld,
and the Savior restore
what the Garden expelled.

That shepherds spin yarns,
flocks be well-fleeced
with no charlatan spared
from the reign of the beast.

Until virgins are satisfied
trimming their wicks,
and we see by that light
that we all need a fix.
a poem a day for NaPoWriMo2016
♪☺☻☺♪
www.connecthook.wordpress.com
 Apr 2016 Seeker
SøułSurvivør
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
 Apr 2016 Seeker
SøułSurvivør
~~<♡>~~

Devoted bride
I stand with Thee
Once I mourned
Now I am
free

Once I wore
A sackcoth robe
I had the trials
Of Bible's Job

Once in ash
I bowed my head
Now in beauty
Stand instead

Once I mourned
I cried aloud
You made a mantle
Of my shroud!

Now I receive
A joy so rare
Your precious oil
Lifted despair!

Within You, Christ
I will abide
Your beautiful

Devoted Bride!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/9/2016
... to give unto them
Beauty for ashes,
the oil of joy
for mourning

Isaiah 61:3

Going to church this morning
See you all soon!

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT
AND READING ME!

LOVE YOU ALL!

~~<♡>~~
 Apr 2016 Seeker
SøułSurvivør
the
human mind
is like a shell
the outer form
remembered well

hard and white
with boney tips
pink and smooth
around its lip

whorled within
subconscious hides
we cannot see
the deep inside

but place the conch
to your heart's ear
be very still
and you will hear

set it there
and let it be
you will perceive
your mind's own

sea


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/8/2016
good morning/afternoon/evening
to you folks worldwide!

It's beautiful here in Southern Arizona
The bushes are adorned in
Little crystal globes
From the rain last night

The sun shining through is a
wondrous sight!

Thanks for reading!
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