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Poet: isoken
Poem Title: i feel like God is calling me to pray
Poem:
But I don’t know where to start.
I feel like god is calling me to pray, but I don’t know where to start, or where to do it;
I feel like I am fighting between two consciences, but I don’t know who to listen to;
I feel like I have burdens in my mind that I need to set free, but I don’t know where to begin;
I feel like I have articles on my mind that I need to release, but I don’t know in which format to do it in,
I feel like I have sins to confess, but I don’t know where to commence,
I feel like I have things to tell people, but I don’t know where to set off,
I feel like I am torn between two concepts, and I don’t know what road to take.
I have feet and eyes. I have all my senses. I am happy.
BUT yet, I feel incomplete
God is calling me to pray,
But I don’t know where to start.
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Poet: isoken
Poem Title: lost and found
Poem:
I walk alone in the dark
No light to guide my way
I stumble out into the wilderness
With nothing to tame my play
The blackness calls out my name
My fears gradually suppress my pain
As I walk further into the grime
Away from light, away from mankind
WAIT. I STOP AND PAUSE
There is a sudden ray of white
Of the smallest significance, yet shining so brilliantly bright
Its almighty power blinds my weakened eyes
I look up and see it personified
Then it does something else more
It tells me parable I fell I have heard before.
Your faith is sweet and sour
Your trust is hot and cold
Your devotion is coming and going
Your life with him, yet to unfold
The bible is your weakness
The church, a monthly cycle
The cross your every jewellery
The goal, to be a good disciple
I remain standing, startled and soaked
Drenched from my very own sweat
I feel raped, bullied and cheated
Like Judas, discovered and exposed
Nobody was suppose to know
About my trials and tribulations
My series of tearful nights
The way I cried for sweet Jesus
The way for him, I ceased to fight
BUT now, I have seen the light
My anticipation gradually suppress my fears
I retreat away from darkness
I smile and glow inside out
The shadows that once walked over me
Slowly fade away
I pick my soul back up from the ground
I lift my head up and make a sound
I howl his glorious name in praise
I was lost
But now
I’m found.
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Poet: isoken
Poem Title: the thing
Poem:
The thing has not really been defined
The thing can not really be described
So why people find it so easy to say the thing always leaves me perplexed
It could be that you just miss the person so much, when they have gone it hurts, and that hurt makes it feel like the thing
It could be that you just have no one else to talk to every second, every day and every night that when they hang up, that emptiness sentiment makes it feel like the thing
It could be that what you just feel is more than simple liking, and there are no other words to translate your feelings, that confusion makes it feel like the thing
Whatever it is, whether it is the thing or not, I doubt Collin’s definition is satisfactory
Like I portrayed anger, it is a feeling to deep to describe, a feeling to powerful to hide
But unlike anger, you do not want to lash out,
It’s a feeling of warmth, happiness, and adventure
It’s a sort of tingly feeling, that when they look at you, you just can’t fight the smile
Like the thing itself, it creeps up on you, until you start to feel the pain from strained cheek muscles.
The butterflies you feel in your stomach start to somersault whenever they smile at you
The rough lion growling inside you is desperate to be released whenever they touch you
When the thing starts to take its toll,
Life without them begins to look impossible
Life with them begins to look everlasting
Life without them would be like life based on a life support machine
Unable to breathe,
Unable to touch their skin
Unable to smell their fragrance
Unable to taste their lips
Unable to hear their voice
Unable to see their smile
It is just what it is
It is a feeling different for every different individual
Some say it is blind, some say it is irreparable, and some say it is fatal,
In my eyes though, labels and definitions for the thing is irrelevant
As long as one knows how they feel, that is all that matters
Tina Turner knew best
What’s love got to do with it?
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Poet: isoken
Poem Title: a funny feeling
Poem:
At first I did not think too much about it, it was just part of life
People go away, people come back, it’s nothing to hard to grasp
But then it was only recently that I felt the pain
I just could not find the missing jigsaw piece to complete the puzzle
When I did not hear from you
Presumed you were playing your game of adventure and mystery again
But when the clock struck midnight, I immediately knew we would not see
If only I can put into words how much that feeling of knowledge injured me
It was beyond dismay, more complex then disappointment
It was fuelled with anger, it was vested in confusion
I tried to fight back the tears, tried to shake off this feeling
But it lingered on, clinging tightly, pumping my heart into triple circulation,
I was scared. Scared that I was losing control
Normally I can define all I feel, play with my own emotions
Press the start and stop buttons whenever I please
But this was an exception
The stop button was not functioning
What I felt was too deep, too engrained in my body to annihilate
Reminiscing I cursed myself for removing my heart barriers,
felt as though my valves were disabled, unable to control my blood flow,
a great big mess, a humble jumble of feelings scattered in disorganised fluid.
Like an anxious and excited child who on Christmas day discovers she has no presents,
I felt let down,
My hopes were high at stake,
But they had been shattered
I longed for my barriers, THAT way I would never again feel so disappointed
The one time I actually care about what I bought for a special friend
is the one time things did not go as planned
People always say that there are some things in life that cannot be planned
And I suppose love is one of them
So perhaps I have to go on living without my barriers for a little while yet
Until I discover for myself the answer to this myth.
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Poet: isoken
Poem Title: the "CONCUMBINE" of a King!
Poem:
It is more then a fancy, more than attraction
More than butterflies, more than a chemical reaction
There are no words for how u maketh me feel
All I no is I no more doubt love being real
Even if it is not that stage we are at
The warmth i feel when with you is not fiction but fact
Words come easily to me like basketball comes easy to you
So easy that often I tend to say the wrong few
I feel like an adventure is coming to an end
And change has not always been my very dear friend
As long as however
We can work it out together
My heart can still perform double circulation
And we can walk through sun or storm, whatever the situation
You are a game player, u know what it feels like to win
So you can relate to how i feel when i say having you in my life
Makes me feel like the “concumbine” of a king!
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Poet: isoken
Poem Title: evolution
Poem:
The sun rises and so should we, but when there is no meaning to life, there is nowhere one would rather be.
Asleep at harmony, without the trials and tribulations of survival, in this harsh world that our Lord almighty had to die for.
We live each day as a step, we travel each week down a certain path, every year we complete the journey through the maze, only to discover the exit of one is the entry of another. It is like our problems. After one must come another, it just depends on what an individual defines a problem as, or on how seriously they regard it.
It is hard to understand why we were all put here, are we just experimental guinea pigs? Or are we here to make a difference?
If the latter is true, then we have passed with flying colours, only problem is that we have made a change for the worse.
Before human evolution, green represented nature not jealousy; blue peace not depression; and red warmth and love not danger.
Integration of societies was introduced to educate populations, teach us how to love one another despite differences. Now it appears to induce conflict, competition and controversy.
When the twelve disciples were chosen, it was based on intelligence and on ones authenticity. The blind could have been electors. Now people are appointed depending on their colour, surname, status and profile. It is not what you know it is who you know. Race and religion are dividers in society, Although people cross borders to start new lives, they unconsciously carry imaginative borders with them, hence heading to a destination full of complications, and diminishing the objective of their journey.
Failing to see a better future may be pessimistic, but at least it is a real perception. Technology is overpowering nature and common sense; greed is causing corruption and many lives dissolved in own reflections; love for one another is now for the love of money; black is still black white is still white, although rapidly growing in number, mixed race faces are still outside the norm, interracial couples are still double glanced at. People have too much to say and too little to do. Nothing is important anymore; there is a lack of respect amongst human kind. Incest is daily; rape is more probable than not; theft is so common it is no longer being classed as a serious criminal activity; murderers are wasting scarce resources-food and prison space; paedophiles are being re-released into societies; mothers are abandoning babies when there are many infertile women suffering; and now it is say yes to drugs and no to education.
The sun falls and so should we, but when there is no meaning to life, there is no alternative because there is nothing more for one to see.
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