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The High Roada phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2
damn this block!
A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere
... what is this?!
absolute... honest... i need a picture to pa
Mannequins and shopping kartsHere we go, running, while in place
Here we go, becoming a mild disgrace
Here we go, mannequins in stores, here we go
A sight to see, posing for anything is likely
Take off the clothes and see imperfections like me
Spot the weakness in models with different parts
We're metaphors as in mannequins and shopping karts
Taking only so much, we're plastics,yet human to the touch
Don't push unless you're willing to carry what falls
Take them away, mannequins
manneqins and shopping karts
Take them awya, Pathotrends
Like bad parts in shopping karts
Take a hand, lead the heart
Frail DedicationsTongues encased in bone and flesh
Fall away under death
Fighting with broken bones and empty threats
Taking with them, what's left
Taking with them
Scared apparitions, not untrue visions
Words matter not, break them down
Watch them scatter, watch them shatter
Watch them scatter
We will not deny the fight
The fight to strengthen our life
Making true the presentation
built on faith, praise new dedications
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
The Angel who can't flyShe doesn't know how to live
without the constant fight to keep her head over water
The struggle is her Safeheaven
An Eden which
her fragile feet.
She can't touch without scarring
Still she yearns for a place to belong
an Utopia for angels
But her wings are to heavy to fly
when she spreads them she can
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
BetterPraises and prayers go out to You
Everything is Yours and has been Yours
From the heavens where Your throne stands on to the Earth below
You reign all, and yet You are better than all
You are better than all
Better than Your devoted servants to the animals of the world
Better than the Earth You made to the dust You used to bring life
Better than everything that You have made; the ultimate better
The only perfect and You will always exceed beyond our expectations
You exceed in the heavens beyond, and yet You can recreate from the ashes of hopelessness
You can move the mountains and make rivers flow
You can slip open the skies, and yet love with a loving heart
You are better than all
Better than the smartest men in the world with Your perfect wisdom
You know how to softly break us and yet still love
You know everything from the smallest creature to the depths of the human heart
You are better than all
You have all authority and sit on a throne of righteousness
You loved the sinners and b
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
MultiverseClinging desperately to reality the unknowable knows the gravity of what we do not see or perceive in this infinite sea of possibilities. Still grasping firm to discern as it yearns to learn to return to a time or place before being concerned with how to be reborn into a world it knows and is confirmed in and known in in turn. Entangled between fabrics of temporal mathematics and dogmatic moral fanatics in choral their horrible quarrel systematic in nature to cater their material god trapped static by a celestial equator in the erratic pre-protohistory of the arterial abroad of existence if not a mystery much greater, a fraud.
I think therefore I am yet am crammed into detention theres no mention of my creation and no attention to my nook between dimensions. You took a look in your history book but couldn't find the one between those binds about the mind of a man that god shook from his grand plan. To be or not to be is beyond me to understand, I am the meta-absentee the sages pretend
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
Jesus MeisiahA long time ago, there was a family.
A newborn baby boy given as a gift.
Not only to his mother, Virgin Mary,
But to the world
His name was Jesus
Jesus lived and died for us
He was always kind and forgiving
He performed miracles
He raised the dead to life
He healed the sick and crippled
And said it was all in the power of God the Father
Yet, he was persecuted and so were his followers
And in the end,
He died on the Cross
But, he rose again!
Jesus lives with God as his son
And he took away our sins as well
So, we know he will always love us
So if we believe in him
We may be saved in his name
If you wish to give your life to Christ, say with me this prayer:
God, please forgive me for all that I’ve done. I have sinned against you, but now I wish for you to be back in control. Please Lord, let me love others like you have loved me, and let me show them your mercy.
Laugh Me a LullabyLay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
I didn't know comedians had babies
But, your words are infectious as rabies
Giving birth to moments of rare brilliance
Cause if i were, Robbin' "Hood i'd have their millions
Lay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
C'mon my dear, hornin' for some action
Worth the Doe, i'm looking for passion
Cause two wholes take away the fraction
Tell me where the slot is to put my cash in
Do I wrap it up before i put it in deposit
Because i've become leery of keepin it in the closet
Giddy about this money like a teenagers first time
I do know she's after the tip just like her pursed "rhyme"
Lay me Down
Learned in my ways, she can read me sideways
She got there quick like driving from Virginia to LA in five days
... and tell me a story...
Teaching me to laugh at myself and wait to be released
Patience is a virtue and i'll let the four-play get even
To take away the frown.
She told me of how when you're in U endo
And the price of purity ris
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