On this highly commercialized day of the year,
I guess (sigh) it’s time, so lend me your ear;
The time, it has come, for flowers and candy,
And short little rhymes that men find so handy-
(to express their affection, or perhaps misdirection?)
Since this is an email, so cold and informal,
Maybe this proves that I’m just not normal…
But since I can’t send pink ribbons or lace
Around paper hearts to light up your face,
I’ve decided to – oh hold on a minute,
(I guess I don’t want too much sentiment in it)
Though this poem is short I do realize
That it might be enough to light that spark in your eyes
Jesus came into the world on this day
So this simple verse is just to say
To thank him for showing the way
As a babe wrapped in cloth
In a stable he lay
The world has heard as the temperature approaches freezin'
The classic little epithet Our Lord Jesus is the reason
We celebrate this arctic little season
But why so commercial has it become
Given such a meaningful reason
Snow is gently falling as the stores begin to open
A mass of rushing people enter, each and all are hopin'
To grab that special gift for someone who in turn will open
That present up with joy and glee The snow on the rooftops is slopin'
Bells are jingling, bells are ringing
Times had changed. The streets and airways were no longer safe. With roving bands of Na’crim hanging around every subcenter, filth seeping into the deepest parts of the city, and corrupt admins rendering the secureBots useless; Larikaya was no longer the paradise it was created to be.
Haon hurried home to his family, glancing furtively at the setting suns behind him, and sent a quick burst transmission to Benefactor, requesting confirmation of safe passage. The response Haon received slowed his step, then stopped him cold despite the danger surrounding the old man. The thought of leaving his planet, though the center of greed, filth, a
Goblins, witches, and ghosts
Satan uses this to scare the kids the most
Trick or treat, tons of candy
Dressing up in costumes seems so dandy
True witches rejoice, and sacrifice
Who would've thought Halloween was not so nice
Children disappear and blood is spilt
Can you be happy and not feel guilt
Harmless this season may but seem
Have you ever seen the candle's gleam
Devil's holiday, few know truth
To play would be crass and mass uncouth
Death dealt from some carnival booth
Warlocks, skeletons, werewolves so all hairy
Are not these all supposed scary
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Commercial nation makes it fu
I love her laugh, her eyes, her gorgeous smile
For her the ends of the earth would be but a mile
So full of God, quiet strength and dignity
To hold her back would be a travesty
Her humor, her grace, her joy with little ones
So beautiful to me, my heart leaps and runs
Every time I hear that name, so sweet…
When heard her voice, lightened was my feet
Her scent intoxicating, her hair the softest
This woman could make me smile the best
Her words were quiet but held intense power
So soft and beautiful like a rare exotic flower
I loved her, I love her, she remains with me always
Though not in person, word, or deed; her face.
My "friends" they all hate me,
my gift once known as charm,
now appears creepy
no girl wants a hero,
this stupid womens' lib
feel like a zero
"I can do it myself, I don't need you!"
Ever thought the cost completely through?
Man was built to shelter and provide
Keep the partner safe and keep support supplied
Take that away, you've killed the man
Now you wonder why you can't find those who will take a stand?
You've pussified, wussified, weakened the very creature
God created to protect, save, provide, and care for your future.
I refuse to let you kill me
A hero, soldier, knight I'll be
Maybe no armor, maybe no sword
But fight the same, to pro
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani.. by daviper07, literature
Literature
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani..
I won't hang myself, I won't pull the trigger
Cuz wasting my faith just doesn't figure
Although He seems distant, invisible, not there
And with no response seems to not care
It's like believing in nothing, but I press on the same
I can't feel a thing, I feel so ashamed
When people around me, so giddy and glad,
His power is real, His grace to be had!
I smile and nod, and pretend I can show it
What the heck is real? How can I know it?
People have said they've talked with God,
Had Him touch them, heal them, I feel like a fraud.
A miracle's happened, Words of Knowledge from others
This says He's real, but where is He now?
He's silent and waiting
How come I just can't move on?
A word, a sign, a token whisper
Does she know how much I miss her?
Seemingly I don't exist. Gone. Erased.
What's her trick?
Does she ever think of me?
Does she ever think that I
Will keep my promise till I die?
I'll love you forever, and that's no lie
Echoes through my brain as I lay and cry.
My pillow's wet, my eyes are red
How to get her out my head?
I don't care, I vow tonight
I may be wrong, I may be right
But forever more, this be my creed
Another girl I'll never need.
Paul was single, a man of God, devout
Samson had a girlfriend, look how that turned out.
You can call it running
Whatever, that's fine.
The end is getting near
My stomach's feeling queer
I'm forgotten, lonely, all alone
Please God take me, take me home!
I want to die, I want to leave
But in You Lord, I believe.
My life's a waste, you've no idea
A job, a car, a sweet degree
These things don't mean much to me
I live for Him, and Him alone
Even though that's the way I'm left.
Alone.
Self pity is evil I know that already
I'm trying to work through it, I guess im just not ready
I've thrown it to God, I'm waiting for Him
To make His move, I'm out on a limb..
Waiting, waiting, how do I continue?
Like my programmer nature, where's the progress bar?
Lord, it's in your hands, it's
"Stop being so sensitive!" she spoke as walked away.
The irony was not lost on him. He sighed, frustrated with his inability to articulate things that he didn't understand. He was too new to this world. Trudging dejectedly back to his car, he spoke not a word, but his thoughts were definitely not silent. Is everything so easily explained away? Who was he anyways? Just a geek who had again lost to the jock. No, had hesitated, and thus, lost. Hadn't wanted to be confined to titles and yes, commitment. He had definitely sunk into something that was way over his head, and it was not a pleasant feeling knowing that the only way out was to seek the