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HallelujahI give praise to a guy,
who lives up in the sky.
He's a great mentor and helper,
for He knows all there is to know.
And all that I can do
is carry on and sing;
sing praises about His glory.
He is and He was,
and his presence is holy.
I love Him, for He loved me first.
He's been there for me
and He always will.
He is a loving God
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
And what better way
can there be to praise him?
Other than proclaiming,
Unconditional is a fact
it's an absolute value and existence;
unlike high school mathematics
Example: x-value doesn't equal fifty six.
Unconditional is a truth
and it doesn't need you to be
fake, slick or smooth.
Unconditional isn't filled with deceit.
In fact, it's more like a white light;
a shimmering, astonishing, bright sight.
Unconditional feels so warm;
and it's as calm as
the eye of the storm.
And most or best of all,
unconditional is love
and love is unconditional.
HateElectricity runs all around
in and outside of my body;
anger is building up
with in the depths of my soul,
while making the most
unrecognizable and delirious sound.
It burns with a fiery passion
growing wider and as vast as
an Batman's empty mansion.
Although it's a great burden
and hurts like a raw,new open cut;
to shoulder it and satisfy
the feelings that are within,
it's almost worth the price
to make them suffer for their sins.
Stand UpStand up!
all you who feel oppressed.
Break out of your cell
and make a name for yourself.
all you who feel weak of heart.
Divulge into new interests
and make it your art.
all you who feel broken.
Clean up the mess and rebuild,
in order to forge a new shield.
all you who feel lonely.
Dismiss all feelings of dismay
so you can go out and seize the day.
Or will you continue to stay down
and be treated like a clown?
so you may live with no regrets
so that people may confess
all your glory and success.
FailureThe feeling of failure
hurts us deep inside.
Because no matter
how hard you try
you can't possibly hide.
Failure is a label,
a word, and also a feeling
that's hard to shake off.
But what do we do
about it though?
Do we give up and not try?
Or say, "Damn it, I wanna die!"
Stop feeling so down
and pick yourself up.
If being a failure is so hurtful,
then you might aw well get up
and fight the opposition.
The Queen In the SkyThere is a queen, who lives up high.
A queen that lives, up in the sky.
She graces me with her presence,
and her very sight has no comparison,
in contrast to earthly presents.
The queen's arrival can be seen at night.
You can tell when, by her heavenly light.
But at one point or another,
even beautiful things must come to an end.
But I shall see her on another night,
the beautiful sight, of the moon in the sky.
I watch the raindrops
hit against the window softly,
as I try to reminisce about
a better and happier memory.
But I know that it'll never happen
at any place place or time.
I walk in a drunken manner
all around an empty manor.
And all that I can see
are empty hopes and dreams
that never worked out.
So all I can do for now,
is try and get some sleep.
'Cause maybe in the morning,
I'll have a new hope.
A New Day
by Sniper Q
The sun up high,
in that blue, blue sky
we get up daily.
The fluttering butterflies,
see past through the lies
and bring us a surprise
of a new-found hope.
Everyone and everything
that we've ever encountered
can understand how and why.
And we wake up daily,
to a new day
towards a new life.
And because we are who we are,
we'll just continue to SMILE.
They say that revenge is,
a dish best served cold.
But does that mean
to simply act as I've been told?
For I'd rather become
masqueraded from those,
that I am enacting my
bloody vengeance upon.
And after it is done,
I'll continue to carry on,
so I can live my life,
the way that I want to.
But just remember that
revenge is a curse,
'Cause there'll always be
someone that'll want you
to end up in a hearse.
Hope Burns Blue"Reach for the stars," they told me,
So I did.
Days and weeks
Passed without event.
I nearly lost hope,
Spica noticed my outstretched arms
And shifted my way.
False ConceptTime is an illusion
And we make a delusion
As if we know the conclusion
Better than the real resolution
How small we are in this c n u i n
o f s o
Of what lengths of time envision
Much greater than our own observation
Our knowledge is a masked intrusion
Obscure in our own consumption
Time has its sessions
And we are just a provision
In an never ending mission
Art Can Be-Skipping and jumping and hopping
And swimming and dancing and
Art can be
You with friends
And a box of sparklers on a
Warm summer night.
Art can be
The snow that melts
In your hair and the warmth
Of the fire inside during winter.
Art can be
You racing outside with no one
But yourself and whatever you love
Whether you can touch it or not.
Art can be
Words on a page or a scrap of paper
Or a napkin at that one diner that got
Art can be
Little scribbles on the back of a
Test, where you're in school and the
Person next to you is exactly at that
Art can be
You with ten other people
Just dancing around like idiots
Or by yourself practicing that one part
In a complicated routine.
Art can be
Random streaks of color,
Whether it's made by light and clouds
And rain, or by paints or pencils or digital
Art can be
A choir of young children
Or a few friends, no matter the age,
Just hanging out singing old songs in the
Art can be
DesperateYou said, to keep my eyes on You,
that the shifting- the raging seas are not to be feared.
You said that with the faith the size of a mustard seed-
that I can say to the mountains, ‘Be moved,’ and they will be uprooted.
I just need the strength, the courage, the faith to believe.
I gasp, I struggle, I am desperate.
Desperate for the pain to cease.
Desperate for the screaming to end.
Desperate for one touch of healing.
One touch to feel that You are with me.
I fight against chaos and deception,
against an uprooted faith, lingering.
With fists clasped, with a spirit roaring, raving.
I scream into the emptiness, the darkness,
void of belief- laced within this despair.
There is a certain hopelessness that comes
when you lay helplessly in a state of desperation.
It leads you to a revelation that paints new light
to an otherwise deadly situation.
I wish I could say I didn’t reach that point,
that family surrounding me was enough
to encourage a fight ins
SpacetimeFor all the philosophy and questions;
No love, always lost. Loved at last.
One day I will die.
But before that I will live and love.
So therefore, do I enjoy my life as it is now?
Or do I focus on what could lie beyond death?
Or do I do both, or neither?
Remembering the one fact of life: its inevitable end?
Is like a butterfly:
And difficult to capture,
For the short moment
When you cup it in your hands.
SacrilegeI hope sometimes, when I hear the thunder,
that when I stand in the middle of a field
and watch the clouds roll in far above me
like a curtain, dark enough to substitute night-time,
I won't be ignored by the God I never believed in
and it will not be daylight
any time soon.
My grandmother used to tell me that
"thunder is God moving furniture"
and that "it's so loud because it's actually very heavy."
and I'd just think, that if God has bedposts made from gold
why are we still starving?
why are we still poor?
why are we still so afraid of the booms in the sky
Never Lose HopeSometimes
In the midst of
A dark night of the soul,
Will perch in the tree
Outside your window
And sing to you
That the morning is coming.
Woden GivesWoden gives to those that take
blood for blood in walking flesh
a gift of wisdom for seekers’ held
the wheat shall sift from grain
and chaff is more a dirty word
it’s kith for kin in our own world
children young and withered old
a hunger for and a thought about
the spinning wheel inside the circle
that turns about throughout all ages
faith and family and Blood and Gods
it is the cycle of our lives
no more schemes and no more violence
our Fate is in our hands.
When you die,
how do you want to
reach that destination?
Will you arrive there
having served your purpose,
for some kind of awesome cause?
Will you go down in history with shining
honor and glory?
Or will you end it,
halfway through your story?
Will you spend your time,
serving and dying for your country?
Or frowned upon while you're dead,
because you created chaos for it instead?
The way I want to die
is by doing something worthwhile.
And that little something
is serving as Jesus Christ's child.
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