Poetry *sigh*

[Ender]

Everyone knew this was bound to come along at one time or another, and I'm just bored. So, I'll post some, you all can post some, maybe I'll post some more, who knows?

Don't kill me... *laugh*

My first poem is actually an old one, but I was just reading last night about one of my favorite character's form the Bible, Gideon. And these are basically about him. And the other is sort of Daniel, sort of me.

"Planet In Rebellion"
Strange and Different
These lifeless idols
A disgusting ritual
provoked maddness
Spreading radically
Like a fatal virus
Real and rampant
this issue
Watching us squirm
"Why me, God?"
Deep Purpose
Clear conscience
You never have to cry alone.

"The Judge"
Handed over in disgust
From evil and lame excuses
abandoned to cruelty
Judges sent for redemption
faith pushed them past
limitations and prevention
acting on convictions
coming out of the bubble
knocking down enemies
and their altars and idols
Making minds once fogged
Become clear
Motivation.
Alliance.
Victory.

"Jerubbaal"
The ram's horn
was the call to arms
The battle was to begin
An enemy once feared
had no luck
pitted against
might so great
Across rivers
through dense woods
marching under One Banner
the symbol of a cross
Pure and sincere
were their souls
step by step
onto a battle
already won for them.

"Chain Induced Worship"
Restriction
Bound by modesty.
Schism
Tethered by rule.
Color is fashion
Fashion is death.
No love for noise
A perfect drifter
Past behind
Coming,
A mundane future ends.

Now, an explanation.

The first three are about Gideon. "Jerubbaal" was the name given to him, which meant, "Let Baal defend himself."
Gideon was told by God to lead an army into battle against the Midianites, and he obeyed. They defeated the Midianites by simply "blowing on trumpets".


The third one, I take into context with Daniel. It is my view on Praise and Worship nowadays. Now I know this is selfish on my part, so please forgive me. But I cannot stand it when people say you can only worship God one way. Whether that be through hymnals, or slower worship songs. But I suppose it's all in the way the person views it, and how they get their connection with God.
Anyways, this poem ("Chain Induced Worship"), is simply me going against the legalistic views of the Christian religion on Worshipping God.

All I can say is that... well... Daniel danced naked in front of the Lord......

[JohnnyMetal]

Good stuff. I like that kind of story within a poem kind of stuff. Yeah, I know. That made no sense. I'm half asleep too.

[Laura]

I think it's all really good. I wish I could write poetry. So far I'll just stick with the normal...hmm..."essay/journalistic" type things. Maybe I'll post some things I've written. They're more political than anything else (you can ask Alan and Johnny how opinionated I am) but everyone who's ever read them (including teachers and random adults) have loved them.

[Solid]

I write songs...here's the chorus to one of my faves..."Beautiful scars bleed over me, blindness is gone and now I can see; Beautiful scars bleed over me, wash sins away, You always loved me"

...what ya'll think?

[drumelin]

SolidState234 said:

I write songs...here's the chorus to one of my faves..."Beautiful scars bleed over me, blindness is gone and now I can see; Beautiful scars bleed over me, wash sins away, You always loved me"

...what ya'll think?

that's pretty good.....yeah so i've written some poetry, but i don't really feel like putting it on here...it's like personal stuff, haha...but yeah as far as writing songs....i was trying to study for a Statistics test the other day and i ended up getting super distracted like every second, and so i was like singing, then i wrote down some words, slapped it with some chords and junk on the good ol' piano, and there ya go, a song, thats how they come about for me.....by the way Stat class is gay

[Solid]

Here is some of my new stuff!

-Falling Away From Death-

My eyes wake to another day and another death
I kill the relationship with Jesus with the choices I make
The way life travels on, I deserve one less breath
His love is mine and His life to take
How can He love such a fool?
How can He love the world He created?
His beautiful wounds are more precious then jewels
For His love is what Satan has always hated
As the devil plots his evil plan
His choice of sin happens to be my weakness
With the strength of man, it is so hard to stand
And now I cry to the Son to save me from this
My weak faith has become strong
As I witness the Savior take my pain from me
My heart has not felt passion in so long
As my sins are taken away as Jesus bleeds
As I fall away from death in spirit and life in Him
My sin dies, and the only one grieving is the master of lies
His defeat is repeated over again but the evil in the world seems to never dim
Jesus wipes the tears of joy from my eyes when I see Him as He cries

[EvadingShadows]

Well, I've been gone for a little while. I've been really busy, and ended up applying for and getting a job... I still feel like a complete newbie on here! Anyway, with Laura's permission, I'd like to post a poem that I wrote for her band -- if they want to use it. I'll also provide explanatin for it all, if she doesn't mind me posting it. I've given her (and her band) rights to the poem/lyrics basically, so I now need her permission (or anyone else in her band) to post my own composition. lol. Funny how that works. God bless!
~EvadingShadows

P.S. It's entitled "Scarlet Amnesia"

[Laura]

You've got my permission, although I'm not technically IN the band anymore until they write keyboard stuff and want me to do it.

(BTW, I'm taking the time to actually learn piano, but I can already play some stuff, so wish me luck hahahahaha.)

[EvadingShadows]

Thanks for the permission, and good luck with the piano! Interestingly, I just started learning piano. I'm not very good, but I can transpose my songs over from guitar fairly well. Anyway, here is the poem, along with an explanation.

I wanted to do something a bit different in this poem, and so I started with a few theological concepts. First of all, the fascinating idea that the All-knowing could experience willful, volitional memory loss when it comes to our sin. Another thing I wanted to cover was the symbollisim of numbers. Seven is perfection; six the number of man; eight a new beginning; three is the number of the Trinity, yet He is One. The lines are each seven syllables long, and the three stanzas (with one line at the end repeated thrice) are respectively seven, thriteen, and eight lines each. Thirteen is there because humanity's attempts (six) to meet perfection (seven) always fall short. Plus, thirteen is superstitiously considered an unlucky number. So, while not ascribing to superstition, I add another layer of allusion. Lastly, scarlet. The very world sends shivers down my spine. I don't know why. I cannot help but think of the blood-stained cross on Galgotha whenever I hear the word "scarlet." Thus, I present to you "Scarlet Amnesia."


Scarlet Amnesia

Exquisite droplets of blood
Fall in patterns of malice:
Crimson configurations
Of dying love mix with the
Dust of Palestine’s rock-strewn
Realm as the Heavens thunder
In anger and weep in grief.

Scarlet pools mirror the stain
Of iniquity’s cruel taint
Shamefully residing in
Every heart disgraced by
Adam’s defiled lineage.
Willingly culpable, we
Slash our wrists, vainly hoping
That torrents of scarlet might
Wash away the corrosion
Of scarlet’s foul corruption.
Deluded; betrayed; undone:
Humanity lies naked
On the ash heap of failure.

Grace unfolds its counterpoint:
Patterns of mercy coiling
Upwards, interlacing the two
Strands of scarlet plait until
Sacred scarlet overwhelms
Sin’s scarlet taint. Grace remains,
Sin is forgotten; engulfed
By His scarlet amnesia.

Scarlet; scarlet amnesia (x3)

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Hope you enjoyed that. God bless!
~EvadingShdows

[Solid]

Awesome Stuff!

[JohnnyMetal]

I agree. GOod stuff there!