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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:56 pm
Before i post, i am a follower of the teachings and word of christ... I claim not the CHRISTIAN religion, or any of the religions of man.
I said that as i did for reason...if you want it, simply PM me.
Here are a few of my works...more are forth coming.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:58 pm
A song of personal nature. i came up with the structure of the verses myself on accident...dont know what to think of that.
When hope seems lost. Find yourself
At the place, where true love meets.
There comes a time When all things pass.
As life moves on, you will find peace.
I walk alone. A broken path
My friends are few and far.
The darkness flows. The coffins lid
I face myself, here at last.
Dark within and dark without
The wounds are all that’s left
My feeble arms reach out to find
Someone to carry me back home
When hope seems lost. Find yourself
At the place where true love meets
There comes a time when all things pass
As life moves on, you will find peace
As I fall, I hear the sound
Of footsteps in the dirt
My knees give way, a cry rings out.
It echoes off the overpass
As eyelids close, I see the feet
Shoes covered with filth
I hear a voice, one full of grace
My tears fall freely to the dirt
When hope seems lost. Find yourself
At the place where true love meets
There comes a time when all things pass
As life moves on, you will find peace
A bloodied hand, upon my back
A second lifts me up
I look to see the face above
My heart is healed at last
The kind face of the man who saves
Love shows in his eyes
He brings me to the place in him
Where peace can overflow at last
When hope seems lost. Find yourself
At the place where true love meets
There comes a time when all things pass
As life moves on, you will find peace
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:23 am
a poem this time. Though origionally of sentimental value, I feel it applies to all...enjoy.
its always hard letting go
sometimes its fast
sometimes its slow
but the pain is always there
deeper then you know
its always there inside
burning you broken heart of coal
leaving nothing but the ashes
white and cold just like the snow
the snow that swirls around you
turning tears to gleaming stone
whipping through your body
freezing every bone
yet another fire rages
just waiting for release
the flames of burning passion
locked away and without peace
how the heart weeps for the loss
how the soul cries for the stone
that once was something more then friendship
now something never known
now they pray for great healing
but how will it ever come
when all they see are ashes
and the heart that’s never won
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:32 am
You have a really lovely writing style smile I particularly like the poem.
Some of the lines really intrigued me and drew me in like
"burning you broken heart of coal
leaving nothing but the ashes
white and cold just like the snow
the snow that swirls around you
turning tears to gleaming stone "
And
"now they pray for great healing
but how will it ever come
when all they see are ashes
and the heart that’s never won"
I'd love to see some more of your stuff!
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