Bipolar Creative Writing and art

[dark struggle]

Jeshu,
I really like your poems, but "Kiss the Son" was the better of the three. Thank you for sharing your writings with us, I love to read them!!

 

[Jeshu]

Jeshu,
I really like your poems, but "Kiss the Son" was the better of the three. Thank you for sharing your writings with us, I love to read them!!

Thank you dear - I like it a lot as well .

What about this one?

(Just wrote it now)


Dealing With The Pain.
Life hurts sharply when wrong is bad.
Sadly pain always lodges badly wrong.
Understanding the badly wrong firstly
moving from badly wrong must be secondly.

Once moved away from badly wrong.
wrong will not be wrong no more
neither will pain be bad any longer
and healing of pain can truly begin.

 

[Jeshu]

Song of Solomon 1:4 Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.


Love Making

My love removes what has no desire or need
To bare to the passions of embracing His love
Pure ecstasy as His Holy Love releases The Seed
Love making conceiving Heavenly bliss from above
My heart carrying what His Good Loving has Sown
Patiently waiting the time for delivery to Come
Our Heavenly Father to give a Child of His Own
Hear angels adore Him who gave us The Son.

 

[goldenviolet]

Gathering Upon The Winds​

In the time of gathering upon the winds,
Was it enough his knowledge did descend?
At deafening calls of dissipation,
Surging loud in floods of abomination...
The earth stopped but moments,
Freezing time into perpetual monuments;
Parallel dimensions lost from presentiment,
Of eternal damnation exposed imminent. . .
Winds accelerated and lingered not casualty,
The bowels of earth erupted of fatality.
The earth stopped but a moment,
Immobilizing time into permanent testament;
breathing life now abandoned to transpose,
Creation and extinction together decompose.
At incessant pleas of morality,
Rhythmic with finality...
At the time of gathering upon the stars,
Was it enough, his image had been ours? ​

copyright 2004​

 

[SeraphimsCherub]

Romans 8:20 (KJV) For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope,
I have always felt a profound sting deep within my chest, of the seemingly endless vanities of the life within this world of sin, and death! Vanity so deep, so far, so wide! O..LORD save me from the body of this death that we are all bound to die! There is only One thing Ordained for utter vanity to proclaim...Utter Hope in Thy Name! The Only Power that can free me from this my vain!

 

[Jeshu]

Fear Holds Fast

Fear grabs hold with iron grip
the evil quick confusion sowing
birthing terrorising conditions
harvesting my faithless heart.

My doubt and unbelief peaking
hopes and dreams going up in flames
my goals a catastrophe unfolding
earthquakes shattering my defence.

Feel that loveless grip ramming
cruel enemies rejoicing victory
running through my broken gates
watching the raging fires burning.

A mess in my dwelling place
hair raising shadows casting
fears fuelling my insecurities
shamefully exposing weakness.

My Good life plundering
those torches of darkness
roasting me for dinner
serving the wicked feasting.

 

[Jeshu]

Watching On?

“Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into.(Matt 24:42-43)


Some are enticed by the god of this world
serving a king who demands in return
Sweating for a crust - like all in Adam must!
Do this, do that, go here, go there
Rules and laws governing everything
Burning consciences demanding sacrifices
Hands in the dirt seeing weeds everywhere!
The sun scoring naked flesh full of sores
Scorpions stinging, horses trampling.
mustn't, mustn't, mustn't - yes I must!
no, no, no don't touch, don't look, don't say
Grasshoppers devouring, war, draught and famine!
What a dragon the god of works truly is.
Dust and a six foot hole to earn as reward.



Others walk a different Way than the norm.
Trusting that Christ means it when He says;
"Follow Me and be free!"
Following The Love of 't heart obediently.
Daily in His Rest - celebrating Christ's Victory.
Forgiving love bringing thankfulness alive,
Father's love teaching grace in real life.
Forgiven sinners - listening to The Word.
Always truthfully loving God, self and other.
Carefully observing The Master doing the work
Glorying in God's Victory praising with all His own.
Ruling beside Christ served by angel's delights.
While gnashing their teeth The Wicked look on.

 

[Jeshu]

Down and Out.

Heavy is one word to describe my sinking heart.
The purpose me entering my darkness within
a millstone around my neck going down
to see who on the bottom I will find.

Dear Lord fancy meeting you down here?
You been here all this time?
Patiently awaiting my arrival?
Agonising the piercing of my soul?

What is it that you are now saying?
You would like a drink?
A crust to eat?
You ask for Mercy?

Oh my dear Lord what am I doing?
Your Life carrying my loveless one
my life not in Your loving truth to be
seeing myself crapping all over You.

Please slay me dead to being like this
setting me free to suffer in dignity
Your loving truth my surest anchor
also when I'm down so low to be.

 

[Jeshu]

Light Travel.
Our emptiness to fill with hope and faith in God's love
for forgiving ourself is not as easy as doing it wrong
pursuing His peace so we can dwell at ease in His Rest
only ever trusting Truly Good to fix gone Badly Wrong
practising love so we will never again lack His guidance
Jesus Light dwelling where once The Darkness ruled.

 

[schrodingers_cat_lives]

[FONT=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Take the years
watch them fall
there's a song in my head
when i wonder what keeps me alive.

When your friends can't be found
and your trapped in the wall
venture out
stare at skies
count the stars

tv shines on the walls
on the couch there's a tomb
and it weighs on your face
and your eyes run for miles
with the map that was drawn in your hair.

and you drift from your friends,
from your life
from your self
and no where
a souveneir .....

Then you wish with your tears
you could swim in the sea
inside caves where the mermaids drink tea

but instead you grow old
in the looking glass hole
where each minute you count
falls away

there are bones on the floor
there's a calcified chair
and a vacancy sign in my eyes

in this house where i roam
i'm the ghost of the hour
in a time-line that feels not a thing.

all done now with the tears
nothing left
ships are lost
and the ocean you dreamed
was not won.

all i see is my face
like a star that has dimmed
i'm the cause
i'm the killer of me.

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[Jeshu]

The Living Word Saves

Meeting Jesus down in my deepest Pit
brought an end to all my inner pain
For lovingly The Word made me fit
to have my Good Life back again.

First The Farmer pulled up my weeds
digging up the dirt and rocks within me
then lovingly sowing His Good Seeds
in time harvesting me most abundantly!

Yes The Word's Voice in Spirit of Love
The Living Word brought me under His care
His love dwelling within me from up above
His everlasting Good Life with me to share.

So please do from your pit walk away
also farming His Good Life in your soul
finding New Life in God's Truth today
The LIVING WORD your constant goal.