Tag: Poetry
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Muddy Preacher
Read More →So this is it, this drama, this stage, this glory, this rage! Come get your love on and get hyped on and then chewed on! Who cares? says the prophet, There’s blood in the sink and broken glass and you missed it, don’t try to find it, it will find you The train is passing […]
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Deliverance
Read More →Feb. 2009 Deliverance is like a owl perched beneath a moonlit sky Far above the hindrance of time and gravity below A gusty breeze ruffles through its feathers but it is motionless There is much anticipation in the air It scans the shadows and the blueness of the fields Looking as if it is at […]
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At The Head Of Every Street
Read More →The orphan is verily vainly aware of a woman lurking in a shadow of despair Parched from thirst with nothing to eat Stones lie scattered at the head of the street Bereaved, alone, and a face black as soot Lay he there hungry, trampled underfoot Born on stony ground, in thickets unsweet His mother scorns […]
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God is God
Read More →I saw Satan fall like lightning My heart though weak, was hedged in Resistance is futile, that is the vanity of man But God is God, and that is the glory of God Resist the devil and he will flee But not only from you, but Christ in You O foolish man! Oh you of […]
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Broken Soul
Read More →Many places to find a name But this darkness won’t let me go Everyday is the same old game Why can’t I just let it flow? Songs of love and butterflies All I want is not there to have Many words cast to and fro But what about the broken soul? Daunting tasks in the […]
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The Future is the Past
Read More →the thoughts of hell, I’m running with my hand in my mouth, I’m stumbling a bleeding side, loving helpless in the light, I’m crawling a short distance between you and me an easy reach to set me free green grass and sweet breath, going laying down my weapon, finding with the love of him, walking […]
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Jar of Clay
Read More →Behold this jar of clay whose form is disfigured. Its color is not consistant. It is hardened and cannot be worked with. It is a vessel to dishonor. No pleasure is to be found in it. It was not molded by the hand of God. It must, therefore, be shattered to pieces and melted, that […]