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MessageOn the
tear-stained pillow
I once cried my prayers
into, I found a note:

    I'm sorry.

        - God
A Drink To InsanityAs I touch a burning candle I feel nothing 
As I touch my heart I feel every thing.
Your ghost haunts me 
As I scream for you leave me
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade to just a memory 
As you fade from my memory 
I drink to pull you back 
To feel your touch once more
To feel again
To be whole once more. 
As the wind blows throw the curtains 
I feel your icy cold touch
I feel your icy lips on my head 
As I scream for you to leave
I drink to my insanity. 
As you fade with the wind
As your memory blows away 
I drink to pull you back
To feel you once again
To let the flame within my heart
burning desperately
To make you warm once again.
As the storm brings me silence 
I can hear the soft patter of rain 
I can hear your voice whisper to me 
The rain increases and your voice surrounds me
Telling me sweet words 
The ones you used to say 
The one that tore at my heart 
The ones I lost myself
Heavenly tearsJust keep on pouring
Oh, heavenly tears
Bring me wisdom
Let me God be near

As holy rain of love
From above they come
May they erase all fear
Make all troubles run far off

Cover my tired face
In huge waterfalls of tears
Across my pale cheeks
Let rivers of revelation and truth appear

Take away all that is sinful
And send rightousness with me on my way
Wash my face with your blessed rain
Cleanse my soul with your holy blood

Through these pure tears
I will still remember your great name
To you, God Almighty
I will never say goodbye

Tears of struggle
Tears of joy
Tears of relieve
Because I am to you dear

May they all somehow lead me to my
RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h
Mother, I am your child.
Look at me, caged for nine months like an animal,
When I am released I am covered in blood, in my Mother’s blood.

Look at me, Look at us, we are raised by technology,
And you have the nerve to judge us, you the one who has a family.

You might say that we are different,
But we are made from the same parts,
Bodies, Souls and Hearts.

When I am born,
I always see a closed door,
Who left it open?
Why did you left me alone?
Who left me outside?
Why did you left me to...die?

Father, you supposed to be by my side,
Mother, you supposed to heal my life,
Yet none of you were never here, both of you were just lies.

we are born to be broken,
Bu
Mother of WarFearless she stands,
with steel in her eyes,
hot iron in her blood,
and death her truest companion,
vengeance calls in every
beat of her heart.

On the distant horizon,
caught in the descending
sunlight a raven takes flight,
Morrigan's blessing
on the eve of battle.

Victory to be found
in every Roman whose blood
quenches the thirst of the ground,
mother and wife once she was,
now sword and bone are lover and child
and war becomes her master.

Surrender impermissible,
prepare for this last stand,
make them pay dearly the price,
there is nothing left but the hope
of a warrior's death.

Heed the battle cry
of Boudicca, leader of me
iaido XXVArticuler le sable et l'invisible // articulating sand and the imperceptible
WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS...Seek me not in the grave serenaded shallow,
or by the mood of blades bleeding rust,
but when the Sky descends onto your soul
caressingly open, and Solitude quivers with
a nocturnal pitch you have not discovered yet,
I will come to you when the Moon has drunk
the wine and her halo eclipses your deepset
thoughts, I will be the reverie you seek
when you gaze into the Twilight-whispering
for your recovery from the Sorrow that embroiders
your Spirit into a rainy-hued evanescence,
I will be there-when the last of the dew
dries into a Dream, silvery thawed like
the Shadows that bask in my temperate gaze.

When the lotus seduces the Stars to leave
t
By Luck and a Loving Eye
Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.

There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.

I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.

The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.

Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un
Lost and FoundLost; which way did I go?
I've been lost since the day I was born
Lost; the darkness covers most of the world
I've been lost since the day I was born

Lost; it's as if I was still in my mother's womb
A environment that can be hostile in the dark
Lost; where did I go from point A to B
Where am I? Where am I?

Is there anyone looking for me?
Why do I keep hearing voices in the dark?
Find me please... where am I?
Lost; nothing but voices in the dark and a dying moon light

Lost; the pine trees have obstructed the moon's light
I'm lost in a forest with no clue where I am
How do I get out of the forest?
The forest feels as if it's alive, and chal
Praying Through The Motions
Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."

A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp
HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.
To feel God's powerful love...To feel God’s love...
 
God is my LORD. He will be for eternity. When I felt sad and needed cheering up, I would pray to him and I would know he is listening. Just the other day I felt tempted by the devil and I am so thankful I have realized it. I was scared and confused, I felt like a sheep strayed from the herd. My parents would not let me go to church and I felt like I was slowly drifting away.
But my prayers were not left unheard. I feel like God has taken me back into his hand again, (although he really has never dropped me.) It is a feeling that I cannot experience from any physical substance. God is holy, he is invisible, I cannot touch him, but I feel closer to him than anyone else I can see, feel or touch. I am truly grateful that he has taken me into his care. I am grateful I met people God has planned for me to meet, who has guided me slowly to the ways of the church. It is a miracle. My thanks for the Lord will be for eternity.
Today I decided to w
GH Homework: Existence Poem: A World Without MeIt wouldn’t be calm
It wouldn’t be chaotic
It wouldn’t be rapid
It wouldn’t be languid
It wouldn’t be bright
It wouldn’t be dark
It wouldn’t be truthful
It wouldn’t be deceptive

There is oblivion
There is silence unbroken
There isn’t nothing
But there isn’t anything

Is that selfish of me?
To think that existence ceases
When I’m gone?

I’ve contemplated it before
I’ve almost acted on it before
But then I realized that
I couldn’t imagine a world without me
Or without my family
Or without my friends
Or without that man
Who every morning sits
At the street cor
God is...God is…
The almighty, the Father, our Lord, our Shepard, our guide, powerful, gracious, forgiving, loving, wonderful, miraculous, the truth, the salvation, the Creator, the Holy Spirit, Jesus Crist,
Absolutely real.
God will not abandon you.
God will not ignore you.
God will not stop loving you,
Even if you continue to sin.
God has loved you,
God will love you,
God is loving you,
He will never let you go.
Were you tempted by the devil?
Did demons come to bring you misfortune?
I am sure,
God will save you.
Do not be afraid, alone.
Do not be sad, hopeless.
Open up to your God,
He will wipe the tears from your eye and
Hug you close.
Love you unconditionally.
He will be more than a trillion times as great as your earthly father.
Open up to your God!
 
 
I have experienced pain.
Great dark feelings that brought me to tears at times.
I have been blind, lost,
Lost without my shepherd to guide me.
I felt tempte
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Dove of Hope

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Needle to My Hole,

Some things will never be
the applaudable cause
of what bores me

just as
Hallelujah is the unreal teal
in my painted sky
that I'd never be inclined to outline -
even in bimodal bargaining.

A stale tale of rabid rights
holds roach-encroaching scarab glint
and the fantastic plastics of an idle Bible
get you hot somehow.

Baring the globes of a Goddess
schlopped onto you;
Pendulous givings
from a white-washed whore ~
godlessness in a scented, stretchy training cotton

And you, so surprised
how many deny
a toothless nurse upon the devil

Sod I piss in daily;
that failing alloy of gospel's wailing
No fire more huffed and humiliated

You are a blacked witch
On stakes of mistakes
you smoulder and writhe
every meal, every grace.

No Rose for the Mary or Martyr




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~jnatoli Dec 7, 2012
"You are a blacked witch
On stakes of mistakes
you smoulder and writhe
every meal, every grace."

CHRIST that's some seriously sublime word smithing. Your freaking power is undeniable, lady.
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*TheMadMulatto Dec 10, 2012
Joe, I miss the HELL outta ya!!
Glad you dropped by.

You opinions on my work mean more than you know.
I feel a new leaf uncurling in me everytime.
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~Aberratus Sep 15, 2012
:heart: If we could proceed in a singular linearly, primarily without the human touch need, it would just Be. :heart:
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*TheMadMulatto Sep 22, 2012
Food for thought. I will understand this by the end of the year, I think.
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*LancelotPrice Sep 15, 2012
Ain't life grand?
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*TheMadMulatto Sep 22, 2012
Only if there is a salt shaker in the home somewhere.
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*LancelotPrice Sep 22, 2012
I use a sea salt grinder that you buy in the store with salt already in it. $1.79.
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*TheMadMulatto Sep 22, 2012
I purchase course sea salt in a large drum.
Dark finds it a chore to measure enough in his hand without wasting most of it.
I will fashion a salt shaker from polymer clay and Satin Glaze it to cut down on dispensery waste-age.

I'm reminded of lead from certain ceramics.

We'll see if its toxic... but that could take years.
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*LancelotPrice Sep 22, 2012
I probably don't need to worry about longterm damaging substances anymore. :D Mercury in the tuna? No problem! Lead in all those tasty housepaint chips? All right!!
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*TheMadMulatto Sep 23, 2012
SAVE the DOLPHINS!! :iconcheerplz:
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Fuck the Tuna... not only isn't it cute, it doesn't make adorable noises or ANYTHING!! :roll:
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