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I decided to make my own thread since I have a lot of poetry to share.
and don't want to take up the entire section. here is one I recently posted on another site.
I will be adding all of my poetry on this thread. I'm sure most will enjoy it.

those of truth always have power over those of lies
some say they made jesus walk by creating a generation of villainy
others will say its a situation of someone trying to make for innocence trying to make for their own justifiability
I know that celebrity or not
judgement comes because its come on me.
What does this exclude you brother, man, person,
and what you decide of thought and belief.

afraid or not. I'm here with my trail and there you are with yours think wisely of where you go cuz these times are not so.
 
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Plain Sight


I remember when I was
younger everything was fine like wine
and I couldn't tell the difference
how so many things could seem
right if the world noticed what's in plain sight
didn't know that fire and cold
you live by, they exist to let you feel
both in the splendor of comfort of warmth and breeze of the wind in presence of timeless innocence of water
ocean tides
the innate recollections of a return to stillness as the trees have more to say when my old patterns, prenotion, don't inquisite.
dumbfound to make articulate interests,
coherent is less than specific
present is lived in a free unmeasured second,
Minutes are a suprise to find meaningless
time.. time.. tied when moments leading to moments
is a recipe for existance?
method has always stood place
spontaneous, spontaneous, sponsor and give yourself a wake up call
when rehearsing lost its flare, and losing run its course.
Hiding in plain sight, And with new clothes, no longer hiding
Odd what I look like, one jacket, pair of shoes, pants. and shirt.
turns out I was never the person wearing the clothes.
I wore something else, something entirely different and there was me, another person


Discard

This is what the day has brought
the days that are good I forgot
what is special about me
is nothing
but in life there is something to be remembered
something to be forgotten
something to be kept
something to be discarded


I'm not waiting for the snare
if I'm not waiting for people

god will increase my yield
and signs and images
will not replace what is
always there

So much can be easily
dispoiled
without one realising it
Its best to stay positive
and to stay positive
I have to be clean
and alert


Breathing Instead of Lies

Well atleast I get to see the show
and its good like I know
chance we meet, the person writing this
won't recognize me
like to have some life improvement
simplifying my perception
my vacation is a regular day
finally got back to caring
off to better things
though far away
For a guy who blew it
can really use it
properly, exit quietly
alive , confidence , passive
who cares who sees me
who cares I'm breathing


trade my words
for the warmth of breathe
reaching in the forest
a moment brightens red
a place I found rest, I felt it once
a sigh of embarassment, spent so many years
trying to be alone. people I noticed brushed up on me, distant relatives, wish they'd knew me.
manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real thats worth emotion, more than I care to give away
priceless, the day that changed me
whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless
I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.
to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again. I thought I lost
my only friend and couldn't afford to mourn someone only I would notice
the only one who asked how I am, and didn't judge me for answering honestly.
I'm not well and theres someone who didn't walk away
He knew me and yet I forgot he ever existed
a fable for listening attentive ears?
a role model for the fatherless?
Someone to know as I grow older
sometimes life leaves an answer to all my whys
forgotten, a trampled memory.
of someone who was on their way to being someone I know is me
collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.

crash colliding reaching far
the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing. a part of a life no longer any way
to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best. is the past, a grave. that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats
left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing
in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage of what no longer there I can identify
my sensitive spirit excited to live
injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive. sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more
or feel what its like
 
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fruit

touched the fruit too much
lost forever more to the perilous endeavors of knowledge
saw nothing but the repetitions of schemes acknowledged
I drink because I suppose its the one thing that can be given as mere remedy
for times of suffering, times of mass, even times of peace we enjoy
alcohol could that possibly be ridden
A branch like it won't be burned as if because its long and reaches the ground
but never thought I'd enjoy standing on the root of a tree such as this one
seen tree trunks and wonder what its like to see a forest cut down before my eyes
but atleast I have the scriptures
 
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I just love your style of poetry ! I am also a poet. If you ever get some time please read some of my poetry.

Welcome to CF and hope that you have a great time here. Also we have a great day today and tomorrow too so please don't let it pass you by.

Write. You deserve to be published. Also we are on fire for the Lord and our goals should be to reach the lost for Jesus. Please respond to my new post. Thanks , Greatcloud.
 
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Hell and Loving G-d
Kyrielle Disonant rythmeIambic tetrameter

He was acclaimed by one and all
a man of substance. A don.
In places important an upright.
To joy? To fear? Whose name be cried!


Such power he grasped as he could get
to reign king-like and all by dread.
respect, full-bought from those who bribe.
To joy? To fear? Whose name be cried!


Atop at last, G-d blessed by wealth.
Oh G-d! I call. Your man, made self.
That night did call the One. No hype!
To joy? To fear? Whose name to be cried!


For good old John the clock had struck.
'twas now the time, the final round up.
Oh eye to eye the creator to sight.
To joy? To fear? Whose name to be cried!


The Presence his being did fill.
Love which opened up his him.
Revealed an abyss of fright.
To joy? To fear? Whose name be cried!


A love which turned his hate within,
so he his wrath on self, until;
refined by self's anguish; right.
To joy? To fear? Whose name be cried!

A life exposed by own rebuke,
expressing shame and guilt imbued
by being god, an archetype.
To Joy? To fear? Whose name be cried!

All Peace; a soul, at rest; atoned.
With One united now to roam
where time has not yet might.
To joy? To fear? Whose name be cried!

Hell in this poem is a process of self inflicted pain through a realisation that one has wronged “Love”; wronged G-d. The length of this process is also self determined and lasts till one is transformed to one who can love. What is hell, if one has not known Abba-G-d in this life and only experiences an encounter with the One after death? Again this will be a self determined response conditioned by one's life here in the world.

In LOve
Jay Sea
 
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