My style is unique, like some other poets out there, I perfer free verse although sometimes I will write in different styles. I tend to keep some sort of spiritual theme in my poetry, and am inspired by many things.
I trust in God and long in believing. For belief is from the heart. We are saved by our faith our belief in God and Jesus and that He died and rose from the dead. But James states in James that without works our faith is dead. So therefore how can we have faith if we showeth not works?? And how can we have belief if we do not long to change our ways, to change our hearts, and to change the world. In order for true belief we must embrace it and conform ourselves to it not it to ourselves. So ask yourself do you truly believe, are you truly saved, and do you truly love God. Me myself I know i am in love with God but it is hard sometimes to conform ourselves to our belief, we will fail but through Gods grace we are strengthend and may stand firm in our belief in all humility. For in our weakness is His strength and with Him on our side we are unstoppable.
I have alot of other poems around 90 of them but I don't have them all posted I hope to post most of them sometime though. Let me know if you want to hear or read some of the others.
Demon Hunter - /My throats an Open Grave/
We lay face in pale solitude.
To save face, we pulled our walls in front of you.
To the same place where we danced in front of you.
We fell from grace and watched the hope'fall from your face.
This isn't me i used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long: and all the broken promises.
I can't face. Afraidif someone notices, I lose my place.
Fractured, broken, paralyzed.
I need some space, tear me open, analyze.
This isn't me i used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long.
Wake up screaming, I'm awake and dreaming,
And i won't stop breathing until my heart stops beating.
This isn't me, i used to say.
All the love was so gone, It feels good to be alive,
I've been dead for so long.
Extol - /Paradgims/
The worship of creation
Seeming endless
But it will end
And every knee shall bow
Thoughts of a coincidental existence
And a futureless world corrodes into the
Spinal chord of the narcissistic man
A paradigm shift for worse
My ego is my god
Given authority by the enlightenment
Of silence,
The enlightenment of the age of freedom
Freedom - the name in which we legalize all
The name in which we tolerate all
Credibility for truth, image for substance
Weakness and failure
- unbearable elements in life
Subtly opposed through an endless flow of
Constantly replaced trends, neither allowed
To mature nor to fade
The surroundings,
A mirror reflecting the signals
Of admiration that makes my identity
A constant egocentricity providing a
Purging of anything threatening popularity
The peak of this shallowness
Displayed by the so-called stars
In their quest for self-actualisation
This beautiful people experiencing
The illusion of narcissistic prosperity,
Uncritically and boundlessly admired,
Simply for their own sake
Blindside - /Cute Boring Love/
She said what I was supposed to think
Thank God for freedom
Thank God for liberation
(She said) Now we are allowed to think
Now we are allowed to feel lust without cute boring love
But don't you ever just like me
Long for purity
Don't you ever
Get sick of our territories
What are you so scared of sister
What made you so afraid to feel
To chose a stone cold liberation
The one thing I hate most about me
Is the one thing you want to make your trademark
To feel lust without cute boring love
But don't you ever just like me
Long for purity
Don't you ever
Get sick of our territories
Don't you ever feel like glass
Fragile, hurting, letting it pass
Don't you think it's time to trespass
But when the fire is gone
Who are you?
What are you so scared of sister?
I'm just as scared as you
Beloved - /Failure Upon My Lips/
Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins
And bleeding out the sun
That’s bleeding down our necks
And burning my eyes
If this is a crutch for the weak
Then I am the least of these
So cut off my arms and break my legs
So I don’t feel this anymore
Choking on all of the feeling
That I’m swallowing in
Tasting the failure on my lips
That I’ve lead in
And this is my last chance for survival
A last ditch effort to cure my ache
We’re so vain aren’t we?
We’re so proud and empty
We’re left leaning on our only intrigue
The lies that I’ve told won’t bury us whole
They won’t find us time
This is the end of the story that I can forget
This goes far beyond our loyalties
And we feign as a shield
That’s teeming with guilt and resonance
But we held our heads so high
We have not yet defeated failure
Beloved - /Death to Traitors/
A line drawn in the sand
And we both know
I’m not about to bury myself
Sinking in my footsteps
But not coming up for air
A firm foundation of beating hearts
Is blistering enough on the surface
Closing in and holding out my breath
Hoping to mend the wounds
Opened by years of digging out
We fight fire with fire
And you’ll run back to your
Circles of friends
They won’t help you now
We drew a line in the sand
And this time it’s now or never
Go ahead and burn your bridges
But only if you can swim
Deep in the sea of disbelief
This time your screams won’t be heard
You will fight this battle
But we’ll take you out so quickly
That you and your so-called army
Couldn’t see us coming
Fight this battle
We’ll tear you down to the ground
We can’t stop now
We were born for battle
Without vision we will die
We were born for battle
Against the tide of compromise
There is life in this
The places so close can take you so far
We won’t trust our eyes to keep us there
Zao - /Song 1/
there is no other way
to explain for what He has done.
He came to me in such a holy way,
such a way that i would die for it.
it is more than just a belief,
He lives in my heart.
how else can i explain it to you...
Jesus Christ.
Zao - /Ravage Ritual/
I remember the first war, the way the sky burned
The faces of angels destroyed
I saw a third of Heaven's legion banished
And the creation fell
I stood with my brothers and watched and listened to the revolt
But now, my brothers aren't my brothers
Turned away by a misrepresentation
Stained glass and white washed tombs
The hearts of those who spoke to you
Were never homes the God they tried to show you
They spoke out of prejudice and ritualism
They themselves were lost angels fold their wings
And they fold their wings
And weep along with us watching you shun Christ's sacrifice
Shunning sacrifice
And they fold their wings
And weep along with us watching you shun
Shun
Zao - /Free the Three/
You failed to do your job.
Superstitous cover up.
They'll pay you because of your mistakes.
You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay.
You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay.
Superstition. Unholy children. '
Blinded vision. False ambition.
Can you show me how they're guilty?
You liars, you killers.
Blame the (so-called) unholy children.
With your blinded vision.
And your false ambition.
Dead Poetic - /Modern Morbid Prophecies/
Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
For the day.
There's a silent urge to leave this cloud when all I want is to hear the sound,
Of your voice devoid of the constant noise, the only sound to fill this void.
And do you want this. And do you still need this.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
They all won't love me, she won't let me forget.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
Don't make me choose, I'll choose you and this will all be over.
Dead Poetic - /Glass in the Trees/
I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you'd sing.
And I won't ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
Slow down.
I'll try and make it up to you.
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you're still here, then we're waiting.
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I'll deserve every bit. because I'm not spiritual yet.
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
And it's not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.
Underoath - /Giving up Hurts the Most/
angels mourn crying, praying for your soul
as my eyes open from their state of sleep i feel my blood
turn into a frozen river
nightmares so close death was in the air
my heart locked shut, and i gave you the key
promise never to leave
as lies hold me emptiness fills my broken heart
screaming your name hoping for a response, silence summer
drowned by winter
to look in your face and realized the time we spent the chances i
had have drifted away from my fingertips
your life, your thoughts, your dreams, your love
never tried my hardest and now i cray as the hurt enters
i love you and i still love you
even though i never showed it
a piece of me is gone forever
clutching memories held so close
repeating words of love spoken to late
my eyes look all around but all they can focus on is you
for in you i find me
days past by and thy death still lingers
this coldness will never satisfy me
i want to be surrounded by angels in a place
where the sun is so warm it burns my insides
surrounded by angels
where love takes my darkest depressions
and throws it into the deepest of sea
a place i can call home, i'm crying to you Jesus
mend me, break me, make me
you're all i've got now
my eyes look all around but all they can focus on is you
for in you i find me
farewell my friend your time has come
and never will i be able to tell you i love you again
Kutless - /Treason/
It all starts here with my disgrace
I give you my life then I run in haste
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
With my two lips I will praise your name
Then I turn around and only curse and blame
I give in, strength is thin, adding to my shame
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
Your blood it covered all my sin
You changed a traitor into kin
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong.
Mewithoutyou - /The Ghost/
I'll lie down for the last time
and fall well away from her
And I insist that I'll be dearly missed
(please, say never)
I'll pour down like water
In between the sky and doubt
we talked about 'forever'
and all our other useless words.
Until I say "in his silent sound was the
peace I found" but she hides behind
her eyelids. I feel the breath from
her nose on my neck as it blows by.
the warmth passes me (like her love did)
"But a tree once cut down
came up new from the ground"
she smiles a lie, "that may very well be,"
she replies "and so it goes,
it's the devil, I suppose but it doesnt matter much to me."
Put music to our troubles
and we'll dance them away.
From my left eye flow tears of joy,
of sorrow from my right.
"You might seem too strong to surrender,
boy, but you're far too frail to fight."
That old dull pain beats in my brain
it runs down my back into every limb-
And its more of the same
as the warmth that I seem to lack,
you'll neither find in him.
AfterEIGHT - /Acoustic Song/
friends are a sellout
parents are no help
i need someone to believe in me
why won't you believe in me
Chorus:
i cry for you to show
the love i used to know (repeated)
*your tellin me you're loosing all you had
i'm trying hard to break the phase you're in
i never said it's as easy as you hoped
the words you speak are uttered and hopeless
i tried to say but you never would listen
thoughtless heart could break you in the end*
friends are a sellout
parents are no help
i need someone to believe in me
why won't you believe in me
Chorus:
i cry for you to show
the love i used to know
*your tellin me you're loosing all you had
i'm trying hard to break the phase you're in
i never said it's as easy as you hoped
the words you speak are uttered and hopeless
i tried to say but you never would listen
thoughtless heart could break you in the end*
I trust in God and long in believing. For belief is from the heart. We are saved by our faith our belief in God and Jesus and that He died and rose from the dead. But James states in James that without works our faith is dead. So therefore how can we have faith if we showeth not works?? And how can we have belief if we do not long to change our ways, to change our hearts, and to change the world. In order for true belief we must embrace it and conform ourselves to it not it to ourselves. So ask yourself do you truly believe, are you truly saved, and do you truly love God. Me myself I know i am in love with God but it is hard sometimes to conform ourselves to our belief, we will fail but through Gods grace we are strengthend and may stand firm in our belief in all humility. For in our weakness is His strength and with Him on our side we are unstoppable.
I have alot of other poems around 90 of them but I don't have them all posted I hope to post most of them sometime though. Let me know if you want to hear or read some of the others.
Demon Hunter - /My throats an Open Grave/
We lay face in pale solitude.
To save face, we pulled our walls in front of you.
To the same place where we danced in front of you.
We fell from grace and watched the hope'fall from your face.
This isn't me i used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long: and all the broken promises.
I can't face. Afraidif someone notices, I lose my place.
Fractured, broken, paralyzed.
I need some space, tear me open, analyze.
This isn't me i used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long.
Wake up screaming, I'm awake and dreaming,
And i won't stop breathing until my heart stops beating.
This isn't me, i used to say.
All the love was so gone, It feels good to be alive,
I've been dead for so long.
Extol - /Paradgims/
The worship of creation
Seeming endless
But it will end
And every knee shall bow
Thoughts of a coincidental existence
And a futureless world corrodes into the
Spinal chord of the narcissistic man
A paradigm shift for worse
My ego is my god
Given authority by the enlightenment
Of silence,
The enlightenment of the age of freedom
Freedom - the name in which we legalize all
The name in which we tolerate all
Credibility for truth, image for substance
Weakness and failure
- unbearable elements in life
Subtly opposed through an endless flow of
Constantly replaced trends, neither allowed
To mature nor to fade
The surroundings,
A mirror reflecting the signals
Of admiration that makes my identity
A constant egocentricity providing a
Purging of anything threatening popularity
The peak of this shallowness
Displayed by the so-called stars
In their quest for self-actualisation
This beautiful people experiencing
The illusion of narcissistic prosperity,
Uncritically and boundlessly admired,
Simply for their own sake
Blindside - /Cute Boring Love/
She said what I was supposed to think
Thank God for freedom
Thank God for liberation
(She said) Now we are allowed to think
Now we are allowed to feel lust without cute boring love
But don't you ever just like me
Long for purity
Don't you ever
Get sick of our territories
What are you so scared of sister
What made you so afraid to feel
To chose a stone cold liberation
The one thing I hate most about me
Is the one thing you want to make your trademark
To feel lust without cute boring love
But don't you ever just like me
Long for purity
Don't you ever
Get sick of our territories
Don't you ever feel like glass
Fragile, hurting, letting it pass
Don't you think it's time to trespass
But when the fire is gone
Who are you?
What are you so scared of sister?
I'm just as scared as you
Beloved - /Failure Upon My Lips/
Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins
And bleeding out the sun
That’s bleeding down our necks
And burning my eyes
If this is a crutch for the weak
Then I am the least of these
So cut off my arms and break my legs
So I don’t feel this anymore
Choking on all of the feeling
That I’m swallowing in
Tasting the failure on my lips
That I’ve lead in
And this is my last chance for survival
A last ditch effort to cure my ache
We’re so vain aren’t we?
We’re so proud and empty
We’re left leaning on our only intrigue
The lies that I’ve told won’t bury us whole
They won’t find us time
This is the end of the story that I can forget
This goes far beyond our loyalties
And we feign as a shield
That’s teeming with guilt and resonance
But we held our heads so high
We have not yet defeated failure
Beloved - /Death to Traitors/
A line drawn in the sand
And we both know
I’m not about to bury myself
Sinking in my footsteps
But not coming up for air
A firm foundation of beating hearts
Is blistering enough on the surface
Closing in and holding out my breath
Hoping to mend the wounds
Opened by years of digging out
We fight fire with fire
And you’ll run back to your
Circles of friends
They won’t help you now
We drew a line in the sand
And this time it’s now or never
Go ahead and burn your bridges
But only if you can swim
Deep in the sea of disbelief
This time your screams won’t be heard
You will fight this battle
But we’ll take you out so quickly
That you and your so-called army
Couldn’t see us coming
Fight this battle
We’ll tear you down to the ground
We can’t stop now
We were born for battle
Without vision we will die
We were born for battle
Against the tide of compromise
There is life in this
The places so close can take you so far
We won’t trust our eyes to keep us there
Zao - /Song 1/
there is no other way
to explain for what He has done.
He came to me in such a holy way,
such a way that i would die for it.
it is more than just a belief,
He lives in my heart.
how else can i explain it to you...
Jesus Christ.
Zao - /Ravage Ritual/
I remember the first war, the way the sky burned
The faces of angels destroyed
I saw a third of Heaven's legion banished
And the creation fell
I stood with my brothers and watched and listened to the revolt
But now, my brothers aren't my brothers
Turned away by a misrepresentation
Stained glass and white washed tombs
The hearts of those who spoke to you
Were never homes the God they tried to show you
They spoke out of prejudice and ritualism
They themselves were lost angels fold their wings
And they fold their wings
And weep along with us watching you shun Christ's sacrifice
Shunning sacrifice
And they fold their wings
And weep along with us watching you shun
Shun
Zao - /Free the Three/
You failed to do your job.
Superstitous cover up.
They'll pay you because of your mistakes.
You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay.
You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay.
Superstition. Unholy children. '
Blinded vision. False ambition.
Can you show me how they're guilty?
You liars, you killers.
Blame the (so-called) unholy children.
With your blinded vision.
And your false ambition.
Dead Poetic - /Modern Morbid Prophecies/
Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
For the day.
There's a silent urge to leave this cloud when all I want is to hear the sound,
Of your voice devoid of the constant noise, the only sound to fill this void.
And do you want this. And do you still need this.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
They all won't love me, she won't let me forget.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
Don't make me choose, I'll choose you and this will all be over.
Dead Poetic - /Glass in the Trees/
I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you'd sing.
And I won't ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.
Slow down.
I'll try and make it up to you.
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you're still here, then we're waiting.
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I'll deserve every bit. because I'm not spiritual yet.
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
And it's not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.
Underoath - /Giving up Hurts the Most/
angels mourn crying, praying for your soul
as my eyes open from their state of sleep i feel my blood
turn into a frozen river
nightmares so close death was in the air
my heart locked shut, and i gave you the key
promise never to leave
as lies hold me emptiness fills my broken heart
screaming your name hoping for a response, silence summer
drowned by winter
to look in your face and realized the time we spent the chances i
had have drifted away from my fingertips
your life, your thoughts, your dreams, your love
never tried my hardest and now i cray as the hurt enters
i love you and i still love you
even though i never showed it
a piece of me is gone forever
clutching memories held so close
repeating words of love spoken to late
my eyes look all around but all they can focus on is you
for in you i find me
days past by and thy death still lingers
this coldness will never satisfy me
i want to be surrounded by angels in a place
where the sun is so warm it burns my insides
surrounded by angels
where love takes my darkest depressions
and throws it into the deepest of sea
a place i can call home, i'm crying to you Jesus
mend me, break me, make me
you're all i've got now
my eyes look all around but all they can focus on is you
for in you i find me
farewell my friend your time has come
and never will i be able to tell you i love you again
Kutless - /Treason/
It all starts here with my disgrace
I give you my life then I run in haste
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
With my two lips I will praise your name
Then I turn around and only curse and blame
I give in, strength is thin, adding to my shame
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
Your blood it covered all my sin
You changed a traitor into kin
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong.
Mewithoutyou - /The Ghost/
I'll lie down for the last time
and fall well away from her
And I insist that I'll be dearly missed
(please, say never)
I'll pour down like water
In between the sky and doubt
we talked about 'forever'
and all our other useless words.
Until I say "in his silent sound was the
peace I found" but she hides behind
her eyelids. I feel the breath from
her nose on my neck as it blows by.
the warmth passes me (like her love did)
"But a tree once cut down
came up new from the ground"
she smiles a lie, "that may very well be,"
she replies "and so it goes,
it's the devil, I suppose but it doesnt matter much to me."
Put music to our troubles
and we'll dance them away.
From my left eye flow tears of joy,
of sorrow from my right.
"You might seem too strong to surrender,
boy, but you're far too frail to fight."
That old dull pain beats in my brain
it runs down my back into every limb-
And its more of the same
as the warmth that I seem to lack,
you'll neither find in him.
AfterEIGHT - /Acoustic Song/
friends are a sellout
parents are no help
i need someone to believe in me
why won't you believe in me
Chorus:
i cry for you to show
the love i used to know (repeated)
*your tellin me you're loosing all you had
i'm trying hard to break the phase you're in
i never said it's as easy as you hoped
the words you speak are uttered and hopeless
i tried to say but you never would listen
thoughtless heart could break you in the end*
friends are a sellout
parents are no help
i need someone to believe in me
why won't you believe in me
Chorus:
i cry for you to show
the love i used to know
*your tellin me you're loosing all you had
i'm trying hard to break the phase you're in
i never said it's as easy as you hoped
the words you speak are uttered and hopeless
i tried to say but you never would listen
thoughtless heart could break you in the end*
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lordoftherings on December 24, 2005I just stopped by today
Hope you are having a wonderful day
That's festive and really gay
Because I would have it no other way
Champagne at midnight...bootie call,
watch out for St. Nick, he ain't that tall
Drink moderately so you don't fall
And if you're quesy--lean against the wall
What started out as a little note
Became a poem the size of a boat
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Unique on August 31, 2005Hey Rad, I'm your mentor. I'm here if you ever need anything...come to me for prayer or just a friendly chat. God bless you--Ann
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josh-13 on August 6, 2005Hey, I checked out staple, Thats pretty awesome band. I also checked out extol, and well, what can I say, I'm hooked. Thats an awesome band one of my favs now.!!!
