Every day, Every thought, Of every burning second,, Memories the life. What should have been, But is not. No longer hoping For what we could make, But what we had. It's one step forward, Two steps back, This isn't forward progress in the lightest. Ambition seems, A nasty ghost, After dreams are dashed Upon the shore. Only one question remains. Are you able to forgive me? It's a lot to ask (Oh, I know) But with everything I am I swear (By the Hunter's bow) It's different now. I have taken on eternity (In just a moment) (Oh, I know) I can't do this without you. I need you With me. Only one question remains, Are you able to forgive me?
I was thinking through this one a little bit. There's symbolism for sure scattered throughout. You have the title, which "Etoile" obviously has some meaning beyond what I know (maybe you can explain some of that, hrsofconspiracy), then the one that stands out to me is the lines: "I swear (By the Hunter's bow)". I think there's some hidden truth we can learn from it. Would you like to share some of the writer's thoughts, hrsofconspiracy?
"Etoile" is french for star. Hunter's bow refers to Orion, which goes back to star. Its sorta like "The stars guide us" not that i believe that but its a fun topic
It's one of those things That strikes fear Into your heart. Tonight we could die. Yet if we get this right, We'll live to fight Another day, Another war. Our weak sense of foresight, Unaware of what's in store. We'll live to change something. My hollow chambers Are crashing together; I'll be stuck Like the Conscience's fly. There's no escaping What we've made. All our gods Are useless now, As useless as the hands That built them. We swam the ocean To find we're still the hunted. Fates are tricky things. What brought us here? My Will or Fate? What guides your axe Across the guilty's neck? If it's not my Will It must be Fate.
Glimmers the sun Upon Death's drum And I trash my ideology. "Today's a good day to die!" No, it's a great day to live.
Wow. Power packed in many ways. I see the idea of "Fate" vs "Will" as a theme. The major thing about "fate" that everyone must realize is that there is no such thing as actual, "fate". What it represents is the idea of Creator, and the Master's plan which overrides any sense of our "will". So fate in and of itself is nonexistent, however, understanding through the lens of Fate being the King of creation, it deepens the fact that we can rest in Him, and "No, it's a great day to live." Our purpose is only in Him. It's all good. Any further thoughts, hrs?
"Our Graves" Today whilst in an undying world Amidst all our dying kin, Traversed upon Some boy too young To lie here among the old. Oh, what fell his frame? A shame! Such a young, young child.
Today whilst in an undying world Amidst all our dying kin, Traversed upon Some old man, Whose wooden cane Bears his weight. His back bent o'er By life's long work. Does he fear Death? Or with open arms Call to Her? For there his soul Lies partially. His deep brown eyes, What wars have seen? What hopes, What love, What life?
So I say Mourn the young. Whose lives have gone Before the wars And victories, Before life was Life.
So I say Salute the old. In long years they overcame All that this world Has at them hurled. Then with snow hair They lay to sleep And in Death shall never weep.
After a long fight through life, it's clear that the "old" or the man/woman advanced in years in this life has seen and overcame much of the problems here. It should be an encouragement to us that are now young, that even though we have a long way to go in life and it seems distant finding out what His will and meaning for us is, we can look to these men and women of faith in the Word and the somewhat older generations who've gone before us to see that there is hope and we don't believe in vain. But our ultimate model is the Model of the Risen, Himself. Interesting one.
Staring right in your eyes, I know the words I want to say, But I'm tongue-tied And breathless (Yeah, you take my breath away.) Your night black hair And onyx stone eyes. The fairest child Of our land's patriarchs. The voice which speaks Like the ocean's lull. Her face akin To the angel's child, The smile bears The siren song. Oh glorious lilac Of emerald meadows. Child of the sun Child of the moon. Prithee tell Your name.
Is this a particular person? ♥♥♥? lol jk I got the idea of it but i would like toknow if this has some meaning in your life, is it personal or just a cool "poetic" thing you've done? I love the vivid imagery, btw
Flesh torn for me, Blood bled for me: Calvary, Calvary Where purging breathed in Life. Splintered cross, Of rugged hands made, Burning the open flesh Where whips of metal, Glass, bone, stone, Have torn away humanity. Staggering, still walking, Bearing the guillotine, Remorseless device Of ancient kings. Hell's proudest toy. There is no joy, In such a place. And at the Skull Nine inch nails Pierced your wrists, To the tree, Pierced your feet, To the cross. Lifted up And into the ground, Joints ripped Like mongrel dogs tearing flesh. Divine. Divine. Such a sanguine death. Hell is sanguine. Hell is sanguine. Divine. Divine. Flesh torn for me. Blood bled for me. Divine. Divine. Hell is sanguine. Such a sanguine death For the King of kings. Don't paint a royal picture. This was meant to hurt. In the pain, Life.
I love that. We need this view on the cross, other than, "OH I'm in love with the cross, it's so sweet to me..." why don't we see more of this in the Chrstn world? are we afraid? Awesome "poetic".
"... In the pain, Life." That's perfect. You present the reality of suffering He went through for us, then you slam all of that with a hint of hope. Life.
One more reply: I just wanted to note as well I'm reading about the crucifix. in Luke right now, so it's cool that you posted about it here. I might post some poetics on here later 2 maybe relating to this topic.
Things never work out as planned I shouldn’t say “never” However it made for a catchy opener So I’ll take the point and now run with it (You see) Imagine a picture A frame, multi-colored With melting paints, sifting downright Eyeing the floor as a goal Imagine a man A shell, hanging With bloody palms, shifting down… This is the scene That saved the lost And separates all life into two
When you put your plans, dreams as gold Reality becomes silver And Truth sits as bronze What do you put on your pedestal? (Or, Who do you put on your pedestal?)
Picture a reflection A waterfall, flowing and tipping With downing drops, dipping deeply Wandering in their circle until they feel something (what are they feeling?) Picture a people A community of reasoners, looking With all their creations, still to no avail Never to hit stop This is the place That haunts us And all a “try” can do is make you fail
Standing on these grounds Do you see purpose and reason to exist? Can you see any motivation to move? Will you believe in a justification, a redemption And give in your desires Your plans Your wants Your dreams Quit with total surrender All for an end of satisfaction For meaning, and for uncontaminated devotion? The choice is there You will choose no matter what Truth will remain whether or not you will stand beside it. ---
Oh if we could take Our feelings And toss them To the abyss. Then perhaps I'd feel again. Oh for storms To drown our souls, And end the suffering. What man is this, Who lieth here? He has fallen prey To love. Mourn the ones Who lieth here, They have fallen prey To love. Oh for a war That is fought For motive pure. Oh for a grave To hold the dark, And not only The beloved. Oh for equality, Oh for our kings, Oh that we understood! What we have desired Is contrary To what we've built. We slay the weak In wars of love.
I am the temptress. My red locks Jade-green eyes, I have all But won your heart. Grasp my hand And bow to me. I am the Widow. When in the end You embrace my face I will pierce your flesh I will bleed you dry. Worry not, Oh warrior king, Come unto me. Leave all behind Be joined with me. Lover, come Let us take our fill Of love until the morning. When we awake Then you shall pay. I will strip Away your wealth, Your kingdom, too, Shall be lost. All for a moment You will crumble. Come unto me, Oh handsome youth, I am the temptress. Come unto me, Oh sovereign king, I am the temptress. My kiss of death Shall spell your end
Mourning, mourning; Longing, longing Just so I Can see the morning. Hopeless optimism, Intoxication, Of the boring. Was Life made Of grandest plans Then she'd be The grandest mess. Perfection is as A phantom, But glory 'sof Imperfection. By our fall We then rise up, By the night The sun alights. Strength is from Our weakness made For in life, Naught has worth, Save that by Blood was bought. In sacrifice, We are made new; The human face Shines, oh, so bold.
I thought it necessary to post this. This encompasses all our standard and Word.
Without A Word [verses that help: Prov. 16:20, Ps 119:9, 43, 72, 89,105-107] What is a world, a world without a word of worth? They claim that sticks and stones will break your bones Yet words will never hurt The steep and perverted thoughts of liar’s gold Then, even then We believe them, Without a word.
In this proofless town in the universe They say actions speak louder than words (no excuse not to act on right) Words’ worth sits below actions and stones Fighting and actions are all you have and all you are, And the only standard to follow is what each molds, Without a Word. Without a word. Without a word. Without a word, to say.
They say the words that we cling our hearts to Are pages of legends and myths (legends, myths) They call truth “storybook” and wisdom “blindness” Yet who is the one, blind of mind here, And who’s the one without standard? Life is hopeless when all that you have is yourself; And you know not a standard (oh)? Life is hopeless when all that you do is just breathe I have a word for you. I have this Word for you.
The hatred that you store in your life, The simple truth that you don’t love, (wasting life with bandy words) This and more, you create a life void and empty Can’t even see one life that will last Yet prove to me, Loveless, that you can still love, Without a Word. [Am7 picking] Without love, you have nothing. Without hope, you have yearning. And with the faithless, nothing is the only [possibility].
(Understand now that a whisper Has the love of life and the pierce of death in its very power, [Prov. 18:21] You wield the sword that wounds and heals Have you heard a word, yet? Oh drunken soul, drinking the lies of wordlessness! Where are we, ones with words? Are they these words in front of our eyes truly true? I can’t put this into words, I cannot even speak, Without a Word…) (Ooh, Oh, oh…) (The only words perfect are of Him)
Behold the commands, each one at a time (without a word) Conform to them, word for word (without a word) Love this new law better and higher than your manmade (without a word) Eat your words and make them melt by the Fire Tongue (without a word)
Turn, now Fall back Loving arms Have stretched for your hearts You gave and sent Your Word, God. You gave Life to give the end to Death. Hearts now move into the hopeful present (Oh, God) Speak, now; put Your words in our mouths (Grant us Your voice) One who’s been as good as his true word: (we take Your word) That’s what we’ve always needed! (We live in the body of the faithful One, Who gives the living word. We have a word, (a word…) Thank you that you didn’t leave the Messengers without a word...) ---
That's good stuff. I like the idea words actually mean more than actions. Think about it. Most good people are remembered by what they said. Cuz what we say seems so small and easy to remember but they contain our DNA in a sense. And does Messengers have to do with the ABR album? (the old one) I've never heard it but the name has to do with Messengers
It has so much meaning behind it that i would have to explain WaW in person. No the messengers is just more of another name for "chrstns" more or less. The idea is being without a standard first (without a word) then realizing you dont have a word, without the Word. Then once you give in, conforming to the Word, you become open to the Word and you have a word/Word now. Make a little sense?
But I will never die Tonight. I will fall, Amidst the war Raging and ravaging. Take your sleep Old men, And hand to me Your bayonets. I will not die Tonight. My heart is strong, My eye is quick. My sword will slice, Naught shall suffice, Or hunger quench, The dragon whence He has awaked. Young men To arms! Now grasp The sky. Great stars Collide. Guide m, Fate. Great Spirit, Wage war. Chaos, Eclipse our world. Then shall I Die.
Forever you, forever me, Forever two, forever be: Be one, under the sun Together till the end. Until storms rend The world apart, And our souls depart To heavenly realms Where God embalms That we call "Love." Forever you, forever me, Forever I love only you.
Oh no I Could ne'er be god, And since I can't For sure you aren't. What kind of a god Would despise his creation? There's a reason we'll never see eye to eye, I'd never stoop as low as you.
For years now My efforts have been Undermined. Sub conscientious warfare. Tactics made To destroy What little pride I might have left. My mind is raped, Left ashamed Bombarded by One thousand lies.
There's a reason we'll never see eye to eye, You'll never rise up to where I stand.
Take your petty offering Making way for lurid "peace" Sell it to a lesser man One who plays with mountebanks. See my friend I'll never lose Because in fact I was made by you.
Every scar, Every ache, You were the reason But now is the season Of reckoning.
Know you this: Not for a moment Do I need your sympathy. You're not the air I need to breathe, And you're The furthest from My sun. You might have birthed This Titan-son, But I'm the one Who transtood.
They say that there is beauty In the words which I have penned I say that truly It always just depends. Words are just like names: Necessary, Misunderstood. What I call myself Matters more than what I'm called. All is a reflection. Who we are Shines most through When we are Ridiculed. Interpretation Is a dangerous game, I have called foe My dearest friends And those I loved Have turned on me. Seems strange to think That our hearts Led us astray When she is Our most noble part. I've found peace Is a lie To cover up The restless ones. Souls caught betwixt Two distinct worlds, They bought the words That you told.
not really i wrote this b4 that. self doubt? a bit of my mindset is i have to write because i am good at it. sometimes we pretend to be stronger than we are. we are fake. lol thats negative ik but i was still working on the final verse.
"And Love- Oh Love! So small a word But with what weight! By her oft Men have died Searching just To grasp to Love. I say perhaps, In this place, Labyrinth We call Life, Maybe Love Can lead us Home."
I was bred for this moment. No dogma can change The simple truths. I was bred for this moment. There is nothing Can stand in my way.
Young man, wipe the dust From off your brow. There is a truth Time has slain: Freedom belongs To those who die; Freedom, my friend, Is not free. In this moment, The mountains shake, Aneath the feet Of the human race. Titanic spearhead, Fiendish warmonger, The devil's prince, Is near at hand.
I was bred for this moment. Up to the clouds I will rise. I was bred for this moment. With the Warrior Angel I will ride.
Hush for a moment At the brook. Five smooth stones, Hear earth's groans! Oh the cries, Of a young child! Does it shake you To your bones? He who dies For the yet alive Transcends the one Alive for naught. This is our resolve.
I was bred for this moment. I march to the beat Of the grandest Drum. We were bred for this moment. Unto glory we ride With our King and Savior.
You were bred for this moment. You must stand With the Son. You were bred for this moment. Will you stand With the Son? You were bred for this moment...
Fall has never felt like this, I think, maybe, I'm in love. The way each leaf Falls to earth, Adorns the ground You walk upon. Autumnal carpet, Weavéd with, A red, an orange, A yellow so sweet, Who could have made, Except some Fate? The Fate who thought To make roads cross, When neither sought. And at a loss, We stood and stared Half a moment, Even scared. Then the torrent Of celestial Fall, Rushed the scene, And all serene! Fire red; orange; A yellow so sweet, Lit the world ablaze, And holds captive still, Our conjoined hearts.
I never thought it Could ever hurt like this, And every single tear, Wish I could wipe away. Look me in the eye Baby please don't cry. The movements smooth, A silent dance, Two silhouettes- Twists and turns. I pull you close, I can feel each breath. Apologies Fill the sky The scene evolves, All color fades. You spin around Our arms extend- Such distance Just like our hearts— But I pull back And our eyes lock. Movements precise Carefully made, Our figures glide Right above a fire Up on a rope No room to err. A slight misstep And down you fall, But as each memory I hold to my heart And refuse to drop, So your hand Is still in mine. For if you fell I'd be alone, A man within A dance for two, Dancing with Naught but a ghost. Every ounce Of my soul Pours into saving you. I pull you up, And pull you close. Endearments Fill the sky. The scene evolves, Bursts with life. The dance begins Refreshed and new— Upon the beaches Of the coast, Right in the Square Of New York, Around an arch In Paris. Every step Synchronized, Perfectly Fluid throughout. I never thought it Could be beautiful like this.
"Ètoile"
ReplyDeleteEvery day,
Every thought,
Of every burning second,,
Memories the life.
What should have been,
But is not.
No longer hoping
For what we could make,
But what we had.
It's one step forward,
Two steps back,
This isn't forward progress in the lightest.
Ambition seems,
A nasty ghost,
After dreams are dashed
Upon the shore.
Only one question remains.
Are you able to forgive me?
It's a lot to ask
(Oh, I know)
But with everything I am
I swear
(By the Hunter's bow)
It's different now.
I have taken on eternity
(In just a moment)
(Oh, I know)
I can't do this without you.
I need you
With me.
Only one question remains,
Are you able to forgive me?
I was thinking through this one a little bit. There's symbolism for sure scattered throughout. You have the title, which "Etoile" obviously has some meaning beyond what I know (maybe you can explain some of that, hrsofconspiracy), then the one that stands out to me is the lines:
Delete"I swear
(By the Hunter's bow)".
I think there's some hidden truth we can learn from it. Would you like to share some of the writer's thoughts, hrsofconspiracy?
"Etoile" is french for star. Hunter's bow refers to Orion, which goes back to star. Its sorta like "The stars guide us" not that i believe that but its a fun topic
Delete"A Moment, Embalmed"
ReplyDeleteIt's one of those things
That strikes fear
Into your heart.
Tonight we could die.
Yet if we get this right,
We'll live to fight
Another day,
Another war.
Our weak sense of foresight,
Unaware of what's in store.
We'll live to change something.
My hollow chambers
Are crashing together;
I'll be stuck
Like the Conscience's fly.
There's no escaping
What we've made.
All our gods
Are useless now,
As useless as the hands
That built them.
We swam the ocean
To find we're still the hunted.
Fates are tricky things.
What brought us here?
My Will or Fate?
What guides your axe
Across the guilty's neck?
If it's not my Will
It must be Fate.
Glimmers the sun
Upon Death's drum
And I trash my ideology.
"Today's a good day to die!"
No, it's a great day to live.
Wow. Power packed in many ways. I see the idea of "Fate" vs "Will" as a theme. The major thing about "fate" that everyone must realize is that there is no such thing as actual, "fate". What it represents is the idea of Creator, and the Master's plan which overrides any sense of our "will". So fate in and of itself is nonexistent, however, understanding through the lens of Fate being the King of creation, it deepens the fact that we can rest in Him, and "No, it's a great day to live." Our purpose is only in Him. It's all good. Any further thoughts, hrs?
Delete"Our Graves"
ReplyDeleteToday whilst in an undying world
Amidst all our dying kin,
Traversed upon
Some boy too young
To lie here among the old.
Oh, what fell his frame?
A shame!
Such a young, young child.
Today whilst in an undying world
Amidst all our dying kin,
Traversed upon
Some old man,
Whose wooden cane
Bears his weight.
His back bent o'er
By life's long work.
Does he fear Death?
Or with open arms
Call to Her?
For there his soul
Lies partially.
His deep brown eyes,
What wars have seen?
What hopes,
What love,
What life?
So I say
Mourn the young.
Whose lives have gone
Before the wars
And victories,
Before life was Life.
So I say
Salute the old.
In long years they overcame
All that this world
Has at them hurled.
Then with snow hair
They lay to sleep
And in Death shall never weep.
After a long fight through life, it's clear that the "old" or the man/woman advanced in years in this life has seen and overcame much of the problems here. It should be an encouragement to us that are now young, that even though we have a long way to go in life and it seems distant finding out what His will and meaning for us is, we can look to these men and women of faith in the Word and the somewhat older generations who've gone before us to see that there is hope and we don't believe in vain. But our ultimate model is the Model of the Risen, Himself. Interesting one.
Deletewe have the advantage of youth (that is if you are young, of course) bc we can choose to do right bc theres still our lives (if he allows) ahead of us
Delete"Anne-Solstice"
ReplyDeleteStaring right in your eyes,
I know the words I want to say,
But I'm tongue-tied
And breathless
(Yeah, you take my breath away.)
Your night black hair
And onyx stone eyes.
The fairest child
Of our land's patriarchs.
The voice which speaks
Like the ocean's lull.
Her face akin
To the angel's child,
The smile bears
The siren song.
Oh glorious lilac
Of emerald meadows.
Child of the sun
Child of the moon.
Prithee tell
Your name.
Is this a particular person? ♥♥♥? lol jk I got the idea of it but i would like toknow if this has some meaning in your life, is it personal or just a cool "poetic" thing you've done? I love the vivid imagery, btw
Deleteactually i used a ton of things ive read before to write it. but yah its u know like poetry haha
DeleteSo i guess that means, YES, it is a special someone!
Delete"The Blackest Friday"
ReplyDeleteFlesh torn for me,
Blood bled for me:
Calvary, Calvary
Where purging breathed in Life.
Splintered cross,
Of rugged hands made,
Burning the open flesh
Where whips of metal,
Glass, bone, stone,
Have torn away humanity.
Staggering, still walking,
Bearing the guillotine,
Remorseless device
Of ancient kings.
Hell's proudest toy.
There is no joy,
In such a place.
And at the Skull
Nine inch nails
Pierced your wrists,
To the tree,
Pierced your feet,
To the cross.
Lifted up
And into the ground,
Joints ripped
Like mongrel dogs tearing flesh.
Divine. Divine.
Such a sanguine death.
Hell is sanguine.
Hell is sanguine.
Divine. Divine.
Flesh torn for me.
Blood bled for me.
Divine. Divine.
Hell is sanguine.
Such a sanguine death
For the King of kings.
Don't paint a royal picture.
This was meant to hurt.
In the pain, Life.
I love that. We need this view on the cross, other than, "OH I'm in love with the cross, it's so sweet to me..." why don't we see more of this in the Chrstn world? are we afraid? Awesome "poetic".
Delete"... In the pain, Life."
DeleteThat's perfect. You present the reality of suffering He went through for us, then you slam all of that with a hint of hope. Life.
One more reply:
DeleteI just wanted to note as well I'm reading about the crucifix. in Luke right now, so it's cool that you posted about it here. I might post some poetics on here later 2 maybe relating to this topic.
Title: Where Do You Stand? (Motivation)
ReplyDeleteThings never work out as planned
I shouldn’t say “never”
However it made for a catchy opener
So I’ll take the point and now run with it
(You see)
Imagine a picture
A frame, multi-colored
With melting paints, sifting downright
Eyeing the floor as a goal
Imagine a man
A shell, hanging
With bloody palms, shifting down…
This is the scene
That saved the lost
And separates all life into two
When you put your plans, dreams as gold
Reality becomes silver
And Truth sits as bronze
What do you put on your pedestal?
(Or, Who do you put on your pedestal?)
Picture a reflection
A waterfall, flowing and tipping
With downing drops, dipping deeply
Wandering in their circle until they feel something (what are they feeling?)
Picture a people
A community of reasoners, looking
With all their creations, still to no avail
Never to hit stop
This is the place
That haunts us
And all a “try” can do is make you fail
Standing on these grounds
Do you see purpose and reason to exist?
Can you see any motivation to move?
Will you believe in a justification, a redemption
And give in your desires
Your plans
Your wants
Your dreams
Quit with total surrender
All for an end of satisfaction
For meaning, and for uncontaminated devotion?
The choice is there
You will choose no matter what
Truth will remain whether or not you will stand beside it.
---
Uh that name? Motivation? Yeah that's the new name. Just "Motivation". NOT "where do you stand?"
DeleteWars of Love
ReplyDeleteOh if we could take
Our feelings
And toss them
To the abyss.
Then perhaps
I'd feel again.
Oh for storms
To drown our souls,
And end the suffering.
What man is this,
Who lieth here?
He has fallen prey
To love.
Mourn the ones
Who lieth here,
They have fallen prey
To love.
Oh for a war
That is fought
For motive pure.
Oh for a grave
To hold the dark,
And not only
The beloved.
Oh for equality,
Oh for our kings,
Oh that we understood!
What we have desired
Is contrary
To what we've built.
We slay the weak
In wars of love.
The Kiss of Death
ReplyDeleteI am the temptress.
My red locks
Jade-green eyes,
I have all
But won your heart.
Grasp my hand
And bow to me.
I am the Widow.
When in the end
You embrace my face
I will pierce your flesh
I will bleed you dry.
Worry not,
Oh warrior king,
Come unto me.
Leave all behind
Be joined with me.
Lover, come
Let us take our fill
Of love until the morning.
When we awake
Then you shall pay.
I will strip
Away your wealth,
Your kingdom, too,
Shall be lost.
All for a moment
You will crumble.
Come unto me,
Oh handsome youth,
I am the temptress.
Come unto me,
Oh sovereign king,
I am the temptress.
My kiss of death
Shall spell your end
Powerful. Prov 6
DeleteMourning, mourning;
ReplyDeleteLonging, longing
Just so I
Can see the morning.
Hopeless optimism,
Intoxication,
Of the boring.
Was Life made
Of grandest plans
Then she'd be
The grandest mess.
Perfection is as
A phantom,
But glory 'sof
Imperfection.
By our fall
We then rise up,
By the night
The sun alights.
Strength is from
Our weakness made
For in life,
Naught has worth,
Save that by
Blood was bought.
In sacrifice,
We are made new;
The human face
Shines, oh, so bold.
I thought it necessary to post this. This encompasses all our standard and Word.
ReplyDeleteWithout A Word [verses that help: Prov. 16:20, Ps 119:9, 43, 72, 89,105-107]
What is a world, a world without a word of worth?
They claim that sticks and stones will break your bones
Yet words will never hurt
The steep and perverted thoughts of liar’s gold
Then, even then
We believe them,
Without a word.
In this proofless town in the universe
They say actions speak louder than words (no excuse not to act on right)
Words’ worth sits below actions and stones
Fighting and actions are all you have and all you are,
And the only standard to follow is what each molds,
Without a Word.
Without a word.
Without a word.
Without a word, to say.
They say the words that we cling our hearts to
Are pages of legends and myths (legends, myths)
They call truth “storybook” and wisdom “blindness”
Yet who is the one, blind of mind here,
And who’s the one without standard?
Life is hopeless when all that you have is yourself;
And you know not a standard (oh)?
Life is hopeless when all that you do is just breathe
I have a word for you.
I have this Word for you.
The hatred that you store in your life,
The simple truth that you don’t love, (wasting life with bandy words)
This and more, you create a life void and empty
Can’t even see one life that will last
Yet prove to me, Loveless, that you can still love,
Without a Word. [Am7 picking]
Without love, you have nothing.
Without hope, you have yearning.
And with the faithless, nothing is the only [possibility].
(Understand now that a whisper
Has the love of life and the pierce of death in its very power, [Prov. 18:21]
You wield the sword that wounds and heals
Have you heard a word, yet?
Oh drunken soul, drinking the lies of wordlessness!
Where are we, ones with words?
Are they these words in front of our eyes truly true?
I can’t put this into words,
I cannot even speak,
Without a Word…)
(Ooh, Oh, oh…)
(The only words perfect are of Him)
Behold the commands, each one at a time
(without a word)
Conform to them, word for word
(without a word)
Love this new law better and higher than your manmade
(without a word)
Eat your words and make them melt by the Fire Tongue
(without a word)
Turn, now
Fall back
Loving arms
Have stretched for your hearts
You gave and sent Your Word, God.
You gave Life to give the end to Death.
Hearts now move into the hopeful present (Oh, God)
Speak, now; put Your words in our mouths (Grant us Your voice)
One who’s been as good as his true word: (we take Your word)
That’s what we’ve always needed!
(We live in the body of the faithful One,
Who gives the living word.
We have a word, (a word…)
Thank you that you didn’t leave the Messengers without a word...)
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That's good stuff. I like the idea words actually mean more than actions. Think about it. Most good people are remembered by what they said. Cuz what we say seems so small and easy to remember but they contain our DNA in a sense.
DeleteAnd does Messengers have to do with the ABR album? (the old one) I've never heard it but the name has to do with Messengers
It has so much meaning behind it that i would have to explain WaW in person. No the messengers is just more of another name for "chrstns" more or less. The idea is being without a standard first (without a word) then realizing you dont have a word, without the Word. Then once you give in, conforming to the Word, you become open to the Word and you have a word/Word now. Make a little sense?
Delete"A Song for Hania"
ReplyDeleteBut I will never die
Tonight.
I will fall,
Amidst the war
Raging and ravaging.
Take your sleep
Old men,
And hand to me
Your bayonets.
I will not die
Tonight.
My heart is strong,
My eye is quick.
My sword will slice,
Naught shall suffice,
Or hunger quench,
The dragon whence
He has awaked.
Young men
To arms!
Now grasp
The sky.
Great stars
Collide.
Guide m,
Fate.
Great Spirit,
Wage war.
Chaos,
Eclipse our world.
Then shall I
Die.
"Forever" Samuel Rockitt
ReplyDeleteForever you, forever me,
Forever two, forever be:
Be one, under the sun
Together till the end.
Until storms rend
The world apart,
And our souls depart
To heavenly realms
Where God embalms
That we call "Love."
Forever you, forever me,
Forever I love only you.
As She Awakes
ReplyDeleteLet's replace our humanity
With a bit of deity.
Oh no I
Could ne'er be god,
And since I can't
For sure you aren't.
What kind of a god
Would despise his creation?
There's a reason we'll never see eye to eye,
I'd never stoop as low as you.
For years now
My efforts have been
Undermined.
Sub conscientious warfare.
Tactics made
To destroy
What little pride
I might have left.
My mind is raped,
Left ashamed
Bombarded by
One thousand lies.
There's a reason we'll never see eye to eye,
You'll never rise up to where I stand.
Take your petty offering
Making way for lurid "peace"
Sell it to a lesser man
One who plays with mountebanks.
See my friend
I'll never lose
Because in fact
I was made by you.
Every scar,
Every ache,
You were the reason
But now is the season
Of reckoning.
Know you this:
Not for a moment
Do I need your sympathy.
You're not the air
I need to breathe,
And you're
The furthest from
My sun.
You might have birthed
This Titan-son,
But I'm the one
Who transtood.
You birthed the monster,
Now look into my eyes.
Me, Myself- I Fear
ReplyDeleteThey say that there is beauty
In the words which I have penned
I say that truly
It always just depends.
Words are just like names:
Necessary,
Misunderstood.
What I call myself
Matters more than what I'm called.
All is a reflection.
Who we are
Shines most through
When we are
Ridiculed.
Interpretation
Is a dangerous game,
I have called foe
My dearest friends
And those I loved
Have turned on me.
Seems strange to think
That our hearts
Led us astray
When she is
Our most noble part.
I've found peace
Is a lie
To cover up
The restless ones.
Souls caught betwixt
Two distinct worlds,
They bought the words
That you told.
is this the man vs self idea?
Deletenot really i wrote this b4 that. self doubt? a bit of my mindset is i have to write because i am good at it. sometimes we pretend to be stronger than we are. we are fake. lol thats negative ik but i was still working on the final verse.
Delete"And Love-
Oh Love!
So small a word
But with what weight!
By her oft
Men have died
Searching just
To grasp to Love.
I say perhaps,
In this place,
Labyrinth
We call Life,
Maybe Love
Can lead us Home."
yeah we live fake/false, im writing a poetic project about that. I love that last part, that's another good one a whole too.
DeleteI was bred for this moment.
ReplyDeleteNo dogma can change
The simple truths.
I was bred for this moment.
There is nothing
Can stand in my way.
Young man, wipe the dust
From off your brow.
There is a truth
Time has slain:
Freedom belongs
To those who die;
Freedom, my friend,
Is not free.
In this moment,
The mountains shake,
Aneath the feet
Of the human race.
Titanic spearhead,
Fiendish warmonger,
The devil's prince,
Is near at hand.
I was bred for this moment.
Up to the clouds
I will rise.
I was bred for this moment.
With the Warrior Angel
I will ride.
Hush for a moment
At the brook.
Five smooth stones,
Hear earth's groans!
Oh the cries,
Of a young child!
Does it shake you
To your bones?
He who dies
For the yet alive
Transcends the one
Alive for naught.
This is our resolve.
I was bred for this moment.
I march to the beat
Of the grandest Drum.
We were bred for this moment.
Unto glory we ride
With our King and Savior.
You were bred for this moment.
You must stand
With the Son.
You were bred for this moment.
Will you stand
With the Son?
You were bred for this moment...
All creation groans.
Will you answer?
Fall has never felt like this,
ReplyDeleteI think, maybe, I'm in love.
The way each leaf
Falls to earth,
Adorns the ground
You walk upon.
Autumnal carpet,
Weavéd with,
A red, an orange,
A yellow so sweet,
Who could have made,
Except some Fate?
The Fate who thought
To make roads cross,
When neither sought.
And at a loss,
We stood and stared
Half a moment,
Even scared.
Then the torrent
Of celestial Fall,
Rushed the scene,
And all serene!
Fire red; orange;
A yellow so sweet,
Lit the world ablaze,
And holds captive still,
Our conjoined hearts.
I never thought it
ReplyDeleteCould ever hurt like this,
And every single tear,
Wish I could wipe away.
Look me in the eye
Baby please don't cry.
The movements smooth,
A silent dance,
Two silhouettes-
Twists and turns.
I pull you close,
I can feel each breath.
Apologies
Fill the sky
The scene evolves,
All color fades.
You spin around
Our arms extend-
Such distance
Just like our hearts—
But I pull back
And our eyes lock.
Movements precise
Carefully made,
Our figures glide
Right above a fire
Up on a rope
No room to err.
A slight misstep
And down you fall,
But as each memory
I hold to my heart
And refuse to drop,
So your hand
Is still in mine.
For if you fell
I'd be alone,
A man within
A dance for two,
Dancing with
Naught but a ghost.
Every ounce
Of my soul
Pours into saving you.
I pull you up,
And pull you close.
Endearments
Fill the sky.
The scene evolves,
Bursts with life.
The dance begins
Refreshed and new—
Upon the beaches
Of the coast,
Right in the Square
Of New York,
Around an arch
In Paris.
Every step
Synchronized,
Perfectly
Fluid throughout.
I never thought it
Could be beautiful like this.