Category Archives: Poetry and Prose for pro’s (or anyone really.)

There are many different types of poetry and prose, but all of these are original to myself.
(Or could be attributed to subconscious plagiarism, which I believe to be forgivable.)

Rending and mending

We strive in this life for all the wrong things
We cry from our broken dreams
Search the sky to see what it means
Fly toward the end of the stream.

Forever seems like too much to hope
endeavor to live right
define your own meaning.
and choke on the end of your rope.

It’s a bit dark in the tunnel alone
But who’s alone for real?
Who’s ever alone?
What we know makes us feel.
Cause we feel what we know.

We are never alone and
the purpose and plan
for this life is the hand
held out to correct, not to fan
the flames of our self seeking ways
but replace them with the purpose He always intended
and mend us and rend out the rot from our souls.

Five unrelated facts you never knew about nothing.

1. Those people who believe in absolutely nothing are called Nihilists.

Most commonly, nihilism is presented in the form of existential nihilism, which argues that life is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value.[1] Moral nihilists assert that morality does not inherently exist, and that any established moral values are abstractly contrived. Nihilism can also take epistemological or ontological/metaphysical forms, meaning respectively that, in some aspect, knowledge is not possible, or that reality does not actually exist.

2. Stealing from wikipedia without proper credit is considered acceptable by people with no conscience.

That’s a big surprise, now isn’t it? Now to show you a picture of a whale in distress

Wait, is this a whale or a lake that just looks like a whale? Or could it be Justin Beiber? I dunno.

3. Most people won’t read this title since they have attention spans which are too small, or a lack of love for beached whales.

It’s true. The heartless human race has endured too many Free Willie films and doesn’t care any more. Which brings me to my fifth and final point.

5. Math is for people who love whales and puppies and long walks on the beach.

Us normal people will simply let the square root of pi be what it may. We have no time for times tables or simple addition. You don’t need addition to balance the checkbook, just subtraction!

Jerusalems Daughter

Original Art  by MichelleMarie

Original Art by MichelleMarie

By his life He saved us
By his might He raised us
Empowering the resurrection cry.

Dying once, he saved believers
Calling all his saints to glory
A story for the resurrected life.

A friend to them who lowly bow
Ascending to the face of glory
For eternal shore awaits the justified.

Singing over the called and listening
Glory glistening from his voice
Rejoice, oh daughter of Zion,
face his splendid, sacred choice.
Renew the vow of covenant
and bless the nations with the joyful noise!

Thoughts without merit

So many opinions, with so few facts. They come to the table, just to give us their backs. Set in their ways, with no excuse of age, they wage a war of words with high morals, but half of the picture. They spout scripture, but only the parts they’re down with. I’m starting to drown with all these vain words.

unhappy


For my artsy friends, you are 100% free to use this in part or whole in your art. I just really felt compelled to put my thoughts to verse.

Wakeup…routine?

Trying to capture a thought

Trying to think on the spot

Wondering about why

Feeling a little dry

Pieces of the puzzle falling in place

Nothing really coming.

 

Facing  the fact

That

Even though a thought might not be what you wanted

What you got might be better still

Revealing

a plan behond your own hand, behond your own head, beyond your own mind; find what it is that’s supposed to be found.

 

Hit the ground running.

No time for blunderin

No way.

At the end of the time, at the end of the day

What really matters?

Start well.

Pray.

The Plan

A flower may wilt, and beauty may fade
but the God who created refuses to change.

His promise not temporal, his power not fading

Divine inspirer gave his plan away.

 

Follies of persons on earth, bound to earth.

Never impeding the showering of love

but heading His call, do every good deed

Until the world knows; their reward then received.

 

A bigger plan ever, than man could devise

Is acted in sequence before the unwitting.

A shame that no knowledge can reach the unwilling

Who live for fulfilling

the desire of the eyes.

 

Rise and show yourself strong.

Selah

 

Life is more than you make of it. If it were only what you made of it, it wouldn’t be worth living. ~Dan Delyon