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Raised from birth to live for Him With faith that never flickers dim Take for granted He is there Never question, never dare On the cross they say he died Long he hung there, stabbed and tied And...
Regardless of what you believe Eons we have survived with belief Lies have been thrown over time Ignorance plays a part in the fight God doesn't need one specific persona Invest in learning more...
This is a sonnet I wrote for one of my classes. It lacks the iambic pentameter though. The lives of we mortals are measured in time The merciless meter of our human race.
Why does the water flow in it's own way. Well only to carry you, far far away. Then why do men fight when there could be peace.
Fighting to win. Winning to fight. Writing to live. Living to write. Living to hurt. Hurting to live. Forgiving to forget. Forgetting to forgive. Hoping to believe. Believing to hope. Choking to...
. . . Do I have a Soul. Does it fill a hOle. Inside me and yoU, Helping in alL we do. Making me... Me. And does it need Another To be... whole. To join as one, in lovE...
Read this one back and wasn't quite happy with it so just a quick rewrite. -------------------------------- Skull and soul, What happens after death. Does it end, the life's we mould.
Lips whisper in my unbelieving ear, Tales of a love that lingers forever, To mend a broken heart and banish fear, Young lovers need only be together.
Probably my favourite poem...only just discovered it somehow?. ONLY BREATH Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system.
In your arms you hold the stars and the sun Therefore you shall never cease to run. For if you cease to run, the eternal sea of everything, will be none. You are a star that will blow up soon.
What will we do if the words run dry. What will we do if tears won't cry. What will we do with the midnight sky If stars won't come to greet us. What will we do if the dogs won't bark.
While you read this. Away goes your time. I think is a crime. That this has to rhyme. Just takes away more time. But here it goes. What time shows. Tick-tock. Says the clock. Cutting away your life.
~When we are dead seek not our tombs in the earth but in the hearts of men~ Leave your mark upon the man. Try and catch me if you can. Not a granite epitaph That won't outlast hearts by half.
It’s a cruel world. So I’ve been told. By the ones who are supposed to know. And there is no fair. No one really shares. From the goodness of their souls. People speak. The wiser preach.