Poetry Page Four


THE RIGHT WORDS
Lord, give me the right words to say
To broken hearts that come my way
To those who have been hurt before
That, I not hurt them any more

To those whose hearts have hardened up
To those who won't hold out their cup
That, Lord, You long to overflow
With love and mercy.
Lord, let me know

That I might have the words to say
That I might plant a seed today
That glory would be given to You
Through all I say and all I do

Lord, give me the right words to say
More hearts are breaking every day
They're out there crying in the night
I long to help them see the light

But, fragile are those souls and weak
So this is why Your words I seek
And pray Thee give me words to say
That I, not one soul, turn away.

~by Susan Tier~

 

Shadow

 

I fear only The Lord,

I walk his path

Through shadows of pain

And a cleansing bath


 

Beauty in all things

Jesus my Savior

My heart full of forgiveness

My trust in him


 

I walk my path through the night

His strength to guide

My prayers answered

My love alive


 

My calling to teach,

Brings The Lord to many

His love eternal

And everlasting.


~Lady Cheriee~

 

 

 

Intestinus Parvulus

Inner Child

©2008    By: Ruth Amanda
 

I know you but you have forgotten me

We have been together for a long time

Maybe it is through your soul

Perhaps just destiny


 

I have felt your heart as it broke

As it was shredded into strings

It feels impossible to sew back together

But it is not


 

I have been in your heart for a long time

Can you not see me?

Will you not hear me when I speak to you?

I can ease your heart and love you.


 

I am here. I can hear you cry

I can hear your sorrow

So loud it screams in my ears

You must be quiet so you can hear me


 

I am the one who danced with you in the dark

Who sang with you when you sang songs of joy.

I still want to be a part of you so let me back in

Let me become a part of you again.


 

Let me become a part of your heart once more

Put me back in your heart so you can be happy again

Let me be with you again

Let us be held together as we used to be instead of torn apart


 

Let yourself be happy

Let yourself smile and laugh

Allow yourself to come back and be loved

Before you disappear all together.

Come back to me.

I love you.

 

 

I love black.
I love the dark
However, I hate black.
However, I hate the dark.

People tend to have misconceptions about me.
People tend to think I worship satan.
People tend to think I practice witchcraft.
People tend to think I do not know God.

Ravens are black, doesn't God love them?
God created the darkness on the first day, isn't
    He proud of His own handiwork?
God is proud of anything He makes.
God loves anyone He makes.

Even if I do wear black,
even if I do prefer to walk in the shade.
It doesn't make me a bad person.
God make the dark. God made the light.

Gothic Christianity means I prefer the macabre side of life,
while other people only see beauty in beautiful things.
I see beauty in the most ugliest places,
and in the ugliest situations.

Jesus died in the most beautiful way,
but at the same time the most ugliest way.
He died for His love - humanity.
Just as Romeo died for his Juliet.

Death to me is beautiful,
but at the same time ugly.
It's a new beginning for some people,
but for others it's death all over again.

Please, don't judge me because I wear black,
don't judge those open admit who they are.
We merely are Dark Angels with black wings...
we aren't much different from those who are white Angels.

While you prefer to stay in the light, let me be in the dark.
While you prefer to reach out to those reached, let me
    reach to the lost in the dark.
While you fear the dark, I carry a candle for those who thirst and hunger,
for their thirst will never be found, and their hunger nevermore.

written by Cheyenne

 

 

 I tell you no lies
 
 It's so different here, nothing seems normal or clear.
These old habits I've found myself dismissing,
nothing in my heart seems to be missing.
My hearts feels full, no longer like a piece of burnt coal.
I'm much more happy this way, on this matter what else can I say?
 I am alive in Him now, if you want to know I could show you how.
He died and rose again in three days, take these words in like a flower would sun rays.
 He can save you from the depths of hell, open your eyes and step out of your cell.
These people for truth they are craving, let us help them they need saving.
Take this from someone who was broken, and listen to these words I have spoken.
These words their flesh denies, but please believe me I tell you now lies. -End
 
 Alias~Fallen Angel


 but i've got Jesus
 
Not a single tear dropped that day
that day you turned your back on me
yah of course my heart was broken
how could it not be
but i stayed, i did not fall away
yes what you said and what you did hurt me deeply
i still feel the wounds that you caused
cuts deeper than the soul should bear
but still i did not fall
why you ask
that's simple
i had Jesus all along
so yah i was hurt and i still do, but I'm doing better
cause I've got the Lord
and yah although in the future i may cry
i may even be hurt again by those like you
but I've got Jesus, to carry me through
 
written by strangedarkness

C H A M E L I O N
i have not been me,
         for quiet some time.
surrounding myself with others,
         they become a part of me.
never have i been so close,
         yet so far from who i am.
i don't understand how,
         but i am not me anymore.
around other people,
         i become like them.
understanding how to change,
         who i am becoming,
yet unable to change,
         what is going on.
i am stuck,
         in a never ending circle.
            changing who i am daily,
               confusing myself and those around me.
i am a chamelion,
        ever changing,
        ever evolving,
        ever hiding.......
By: Rebel


 
L O S T
lost.......in a sea of confusing emotions,
            so near a bank of safe-haven.
lost.......in a fog of frustration,
            so close to finding understanding.
lost.......in a daze of amazement,
            so in love.......
By: Rebel

A BLANK PAGE
 
My mind has trouble conveying my thoughts
To my hand and the pen that I hold
I try to put the words onto paper
So my poem can begin to unfold.
 
But alas my hand still grips the pen
No words on paper have I scribed
My thoughts seem to be running rampant
I canít seem to get them organized.
 
I search and struggle for the words
They use to come to me so easily
But now my pen rests upon the paper
My thoughts are striving to be free.
 
I want to tell you of certain things
Some magical and some that are true
I want my words to take you there
Itís your imagination you need to pursue.
 
Words, I pray, do not elude me
But right now my pen sits idly by
My paper is blank and Iím confused
As I sit here and continue to sigh.
 
Youíll have to wait to read my words
As my hand refuses to write
Somehow the message is being blocked
So I might as well say Ďgood-night!í
 
But maybe tomorrow theyíll be in sync
And the words will begin to flow
Iíll have that poem for you to read
And then your imagination can grow.
 
So stick around and please donít leave
Hang with me for another day
I know the words will eventually come
Thereís so much I have to say.
 
 
Written by:   
Written by:  Chee Chee Martin

 

 

 


 

Dare To Be Different
-The Ot3p
 

Be yourself, not what others want you to be! We have something inside our souls that you do not want to understand. We dare to be different from this dead world. We are not caught up in the motion sickness of pop culture; the shorts, skirts, tight jeans, skimpy tops- everything that a ĎBubblegum Pop PrincessĒ would wear!

Yeah, some of us do look different with our own unique style of hair, clothes and Christian Goth and Christian metal music; but what gives you the right to judge us? You and your ignorant ways amuse me!

We Christian Goths stand and take your crude remarks and judgments. But, you offended us when you start to think we worship Satan and idolize ungodly music. Weíll just tell you that we have been boughten by the beautiful blood of the Slaughtered lamb, Jesus Christ.


When the world thinks of ĎGothĒ, they think of black, hate, depressions, and suicide. We true Christian Goths donít want to kill ourselves or others; we donít hate others or ourselves; and we are not depressed creatures. We are :Bought by the blood of Jesus, artistic, creative, and unique in our own way. Oh yeah, our favorite color is black, but we do like other colors too! We do laugh and smile and we are not afraid of the sun. J We are not poster children of the worldly Goth. We shop at Hot Topic for the modesty of the clothing, and to usher in more Christian wear!

The other Goths that have no realization of Christí true love for them have gotten hollow, immortal and defeated by Satan himself and by the judgments of Christians (yes I said Christians) have hurt them and us. That is where we step in to show them that love of Christ. We pray for the Goths that do not know Him and that they will one day change their lives around and share the Good News with others. They need to tell others how they used to be hollow, immortal and had dark souls; and that they have been saved by the Blood of Almighty Jesus! They need to share and wittiness to their fellow non Christian Goths of what Jesus has done in their lives.

Even thought we look or may not look the same, we are not the same. Our souls are not like theirs. I encourage all Christians and Christian Goths to reach out to them in love, peace, and to show them that there is hope. To show them what their life would be in their sunken Christless graves if they donít know Jesus.

I encourage all of you to be different and unique in the Lord!

 

I'll Stand Alone 

I'm lost in a sea of nothingness,
i don't know whats going to happen,
or who i can really turn to.
i've had enough of the silly little games,
that other's play,
i don't want any part of it.
i won't be subjected to their irrational emotions,
being bogged down by those you love,
or once loved.
it doesn't help you to find ur own feet,
it just pulls you down to their level,
i don't want to be brought that low,
not again.
i'll find my own two feet,
and stand on them.
i'll do it even if it means that i'll stand alone
 .
 

~Mindy

 

I cant understand why someone would ever want me
Letting anyone come to know who i am inside scares me
After having let so many others in before how can i risk being hurt again?
Yet here i am repeating that same mistake again and again
What is the point of these circles of pain?
If i trust all of me to another person won't i get hurt again?
How can i who is so afraid of pain be so willing to hunt down someone special
And try to show him love when i don't know if it even exists?
 
Is love wanting to protect him even if it means not having him?
Or is it when you can't think of anyone else but him
Maybe it is being willing to do everything in your power to be what he wants you to be
 
Those are what i have been told love is
But if those are love how can what i feel be love?
Love isn't selfish, yet i want to spend the rest of my life with him and only him
Love is patient, i have waited years to be given some sort of chance with him
Love is kind, he treats me like no other ever has
Love never fails, i want to find out if this is that kind of love
The kind that lasts forever
 
It is said that love drives out fear
I'm not afraid of it anymore.                        ~Mindy

 

      The Christmas Spider 

It was a cold night before Christmas

And in need of a house

Was a lonely black spider

As big as a mouse

 

In the blustery wind the spider kept looking

For a nice cozy spot, to nestle in

Moving quickly her silk, she staring to spin

Her demise was certain, if she didnít get out of this wind

 

There in the fore ground she spotted a house

And a warm fire glowing so bright

With a beautiful tree in the corner of the room

What a wonderful sight

 

As she moved by the window

A way in was found

Overwhelmed by the smells of cinnamon and pine

Her loneliness began to decline

 

Now, out of the cold, she was able to think

Of something she could do, to make this sight complete

So she spun and she spun

And when it was done

Even she was overcome with delight

 

For over the mantle with twinkle and glitter

Were words to bring great joy

Peace on earth and good will to all men

And right in the middle was a manger with a baby boy

 

So, the night before Christmas

On a cold winter night

If you see a spider donít get into a fright

For when you wake up on Christmas day

You might find a wonderful surprise

To bring joy to your holiday

by Rose

"Forgive" -  6/21/92

Friend, how can one walk close with God?-
To soar where angels cannot trod?;
To have hinds' feet in places high?-
Possessing what money cannot buy?;
To run & not be weary e'er?-
Perfect in love, not touched by fear?;
"Forgive, I say dear friend, Forgive-
The way to life, and how to live.";


I wondered why my prayers' went sour-
They lacked effectiveness and power;
They lacked the strength for breakin' through-
I thought I'd done all I could do;
I read the Bible, fasted, prayed-
And yet, my answers' were delayed;
I went to church and Bible studies'-
Had friends' in faith, and Gospel buddies';
I went to work, obeyed my boss-
And thought I'd paid the 'christian cost';
Tried not to steal, or lie, or cheat-
And once I even washed a friend's feet;
Yet, all these things were counted naught-
'Cause of ONE lesson, rejected, taught;
"Forgive, I say dear friend, Forgive-
The hardest task, but how to live."


Somehow, I knew the mind of Christ-
And yet, I could not be enticed;
To do what's written in the Word-
In spite of ALL the years' I'd heard
This message; seemingly untaught-
That blew my mind and stirred my heart;
It made me mad, it made me hate!-
I said, "Forgiveness, Lord, must wait!;
Wait for revenge, and getting even;
Until THAT came, I was NOT leavin'
This temperament, embedded in-
My Spirit, Will and Soul within';
"Because dear Lord, you see, I'm hurt!..."-
"I'd KILL myself if I'd insert
Your love within'; It's just not fair!"-
"Forgive...", said Jesus, "if you dare!";


"But Lord...", I said, "I hurt so bad!"-
"I'm cut real deep, I'm beyond mad!";
"I'm WAY past hate, I want to KILL!"-
"How can YOU say, 'Son, do MY will'???";
"Things done to ME, were done in spite!"-
"I CRAVE vengeance-- I NEED to fight!";
"I need release, but done MY WAY!"-
"Move OVER please, I'll MAKE them pay!";
"I'll make them FEEL what I've been through-"
"It's been prolonged, justice is due!!";
"Eye for an eye and Tooth for Tooth!"-
"For my pain STARTED in my youth!";
"And now older, I haven't aged-
Except my PAIN... That's turned to R-A-G-E!!";
"My son, behold MY wounds..., YOUR pain-
"...could not I also have said the same???";


In light of this, I'm humbled now-
Yes..., to my Lord, I've made a vow;
To LOVE my enemies' the same-
I choose to do it, through HIS name;
My will's a living sacrifice-
His love? enough to e'er suffice;
In light of HIM, perspective comes-
My Lord forgave... Can't I? His son???;


So now when hit, I turn the cheek-
Abused OR mocked, I will not speak;
When asked to go that EXTRA mile-
I will NOT keep these things 'on file';
If asked for things? I'll give, NOT lend-
Should needs arise? Money I'll spend...


Friend, how can one walk close with God?-
To soar where angels cannot trod?;
To have hinds' feet in places high?-
Possessing what money cannot buy?;
To run & not be weary e'er?-
Perfect in love, not touched by fear?;
FORGIVE, FORGIVE, FORGIVE I say-
The TOUGHEST thing... The EASIEST way.


Copyright 1992. By Phillip Levi Kayalo. a.k.a.-- "pTBg". All rights reserved.

 

Devotional

Who we are is not in the way we dress, the color of our skin, or even how much money or the lack of it. Who we are wells up from the heart and the soul. If we are wounded within, then our deeds shall be wounded ones. If we are bitter, that bitterness will seep into what we do and say. If we are at peace then we will bring peace to those around us.

Pro 17:22 “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

God brings us His joy so that we can being a merry heart to those around us, and help them heal. But when our spirits are broken by the trails and cares of the world, it is like death to our bone.

Ecc 3:1-8 “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.”

Everything has its time and place, and who but God can know it? Why do we strive so hard to change it? All is in His hands…and He knows the perfect timing of it all.

Luke 12:22-26, 29, 31-34 “And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on. The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment. Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls? And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit? If ye then be not able to do that thing which is least, why take ye thought for the rest?…And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind….But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto you…Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell that ye have, and give alms; provide yourselves bags which wax not old, a treasure in the heavens that faileth not, where no thief approacheth, neither moth corrupteth. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

God is with us, and provides for us in ways beyond our understanding. In America and the western world, it has been so grounded into us that we must watch out for #1 and that if we don’t, then no one else will. It is so freeing to learn that we don’t have to worry about all this, but if we simply put our trust into the Lord, seek His kingdom, and work to Him and not man, then every thing we NEED will be provided. God gives good blessings. So often we are so caught up in getting that next new thing, that next bit of money, so worried about our lives, that we fail to stop and look at the beauty and blessing God has given us in each day.

I know in my life personally, when I try to look out for myself and store up goods here on this earth…I end up broken, bitter, and lonely. My greatest joy in this world is the Lord. Look at all He has made! He made the cool winds that blows and stirs my soul. He made the sounds that I can weave into songs to praise His name. He created the one who I will give my earthly days to. He gives me each breath that I breath. It is all His…what do I need to worry over? When the time is right…He will proved what I need, and not before.

So what it really boils down to is, when we have faith, trust, and joy within the Lord, then we are able to help others. The worries of this world tend to melt with greater ease. Not that such a live is an easy one, but the freedom it gives us in God is well worth it.

Michelle M. Houser, 2004

The Misunderstood

You cast us out
You shun us
We don't look like you
We don't think like you
We won't just accept the status quo
We question
We have another vision
You persecute us
We say we don't care
Yet you hurt us
We find strength to forgive...in time

You call us by many names
you label us...but you don't try to get to know us.
Goth, maladjusted, crazy, moody, angry
It doesn't matter, we know
We don't fit in your boxes anyway

We gather together with other misfits
Happy to celebrate what others would consider a curse

We walk in shadows
We like the gray day
Before the rain and
the wind at the edge of the storm
Dark corners hide our pain
We howl our pain at the moon like a wolf
We find comfort in the caves
The dark is warm and soothing
When fear hunts us like it's prey
When we're haunted and alone

I've wandered graveyards
half out of my mind, in mental chains
forged by despair
Watching the candles burn before the graves
The living memorializing the dead..
Wondering if the dead truly do rest in peace...

You forget that when you call us lost
That we can still be found
You forget when you call us evil...that we reflect you in a past we all share
When no one could control their dark desires..
Only we didn't cover our emotions in a happy facade.

But as the moon shines through in the dark night
reflecting the glory of the sunlight
Jesus is our light in a dark place
He heard our crying in the night
He even came for black sheep!

He came for me the man amidst the tombs
Brought peace to the war inside
Set the demons within me to flight
And set my mind aright.

-- Serge --
"Jesus is the Light of the world, he that followeth him shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the Light of Life" --John 8:12

Valley of Dry Bones
by Chris Burgett



Iím surrounded by death
All I see are eyeless faces
Their sunken faces glare at me
Their twisted mouths laugh at me
Yet they move
They breathe
Together they raise their gaunt hands in praise
In unison they bend their shrunken knees in prayer
Skeletal fingers play across the piano keys
As a well-dressed cadaver leads the song
Yet they have no life
They have no hope
They are filled with empty despair
They have no life in their hearts
Their religious songs are a death rattle
Their preaching like the gasps of a dying sow
No life, No hope
No peace, No help to me
He is the Way, the Truth and the Life
They are a Maze, many Lies and Fatality
A Valley of dry bones unaware of their ruination
Unaware they are singing on the edge of destruction
A white-washed tomb
A pretty casket
Their mouths gaping open like a carcass
Brains slipping through emaciated fingers
Their heart dead, empty and gone
They pray yet God is not with them
Will the Spirit come
Will life water flow
As I lift my finger in judgment against them
I see dead flesh hanging from my hand
When did I join in their macabre dance
When did I become a decrepit corpse

 

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