Index for the month of January, 2010

A Justification (He did worse to me so you should be grateful) by Darth B'strad
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This one is for Pam (love is watching someone die) by Darth B'strad
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A Healing (Come on in and I’ll give you shelter from the storm) by Darth B'strad
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the womb by invot
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A Justification (He did worse to me so you should be grateful)

Posted on January 31st, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

You have been talking with two sides to your mouth,
and living double lives, lying to everyone–
and most assuredly, you have been lying to yourself.
You have made yourself into something boastful
and have been trying to correct your faults all on your own–
feels kinda lonely doesn’t it?
So just because that guy had done something worse to you–
does that really mean that you are then right in what you did to me?
Did you not see? Did you not hear–
that all sin leads to death?
So why should I feel grateful over what is wrong?
Shall I dismiss God’s standard so that you feel better?
But you have choosen to fight Him with every–
little bit of strength that you have left.
I tried to tell you– but you would not hear me!
And you have placed your confusion–
and instability on me.
For everyone who lives can not see reality to it’s full extent–
and only a fool clams that he knows it all.

You have hurt me, my friend,
you have spoke of me what was not true–
and blamed me for not doing as you have wished!
You have tried to twist my mind to suit your plans,
but you forget that every plan is just a tiny prayer to God,
and He will decided if such plans move or fail.
You must stop trying to justify yourself!
You must stop fighting with Him!
You must stop trying to manipulate to your will,
and you must start giving into His will!
For you will never find rest for you soul–
while you are feeding your own ego.
So you can hate me all that you will,
and keep calling me an asshole
but I will choose to forgive–
for that is the hard road that I have been called to.
Give up your high hopes for a real trust,
give up your ways for the true way.
And when you start forgiving,
you’ll know where to find me–
still right here– doing what I was always meant to do.

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This one is for Pam (love is watching someone die)

Posted on January 30th, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

Pouring out tears as I sat and heard of my friend,
but they were only a sequel of many tears that have come before
and a prequel of the ones that are still to come.
With grief as you name, you have inflicted more pain
as you have taken everyone in the past,
so too, you will take everyone in the present.
And now you have taken my friend, dearly loved to us all
and with much scorn and envy, we curse your name!
You have taken your hold over us
and have made your way.
You have told us what you want from us–
but we will not accept you– I will not accept you!
For in your grasp is only destruction,
only pain, only emptiness–
but I seek the fullness of life!
So tell me, O death, where is your sting now!
For while you have it intact for now,
you will loose your hold on all who live–
and only the ones who love you will keep in your hold.
But just as the sun rises for another day–
so too, you will give up all that love life.

So where can you run to where He can not see?
Where can you hide where He does not know?
All of heaven and earth is His to command–
and your time is growing short, O death.
For He has been made alive again!
And He is worthy of all praise!
What can you, a pity creation of the damned,
make of us?
You have no power over us
and one day we will be justified in our faith.
We will cling to it as dearly as our loved ones,
and whenever you take, you will find your grasp–
slowly slipping away, one by one.
All of the pain that you have caused–
will be wiped away
and all the tears that you have shed,
will fade into non-existence.
You will become empty,
you will become worthless,
you will become nothing,
you will cease to exists!
O death, where is your sting now!

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A Healing (Come on in and I’ll give you shelter from the storm)

Posted on January 6th, 2010 by Darth B'strad.
Categories: Poetry.

“Well I see you sanding there
with your head to the ground
wondering if all the toils in your life
have been worth it all.
I see you have a nasty gash on your head–
and you’re still trying to figure out
how it got there.
And I can see you’re the type–
that will just keep on going,
and keep on fighting hard
till you meet your end–
but now you’ve lost your stomach for it
and now you’ve lost your fight.
The road you see ahead
just seems to keep on going–
with no end in sight–
and no pit stops on the way
and you’re so weary and–
you’re finding it hard to take another step.
When all you see is dark gray clouds coming–
and you see yet another storm building,
don’t you just start feeling hopeless?
So you just keep on muttering about–
trying to keep things straight in your head
but it’s hard to see–
with all the blood running down your face.

Well here I am, son,
and I have just what you need.
I brought out the nice car–
just to take you home,
and you won’t have to worry anymore.
I’ll get that gash stitched up for you
and I have just the right ointment–
to heal that right up.
I’ll fix you up some mighty fine stew,
and then you’ll regain your strength
and start feeling hopeful.
Don’t worry about the clouds up in the sky
they’re just having a little visit and–
they’ll move on when I’m done with them.
So please! Just come on in–
and I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
And when you’re well rested up and ready,
I’ll get you right back to where you need to be.
You still have much left for you
but don’t worry–
I’m always here to take you home.”

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the womb

Posted on January 2nd, 2010 by invot.
Categories: Poetry, Creative Writing.

I’ve been driving through the deserts
searching for a life to call my own.
Where will I go
when this day is over?
Put another nickel
in the horizons machine.

it appears to me
to quote the highways
like a cloud slowly shrinking
there’s no use in going far

The miles roll back with some effort
searching for a place to call my home.
more was said
than I have spoken
by the graves of travelers
much more defeated than me.

it appears to me
to quote my bad days
like a silent movie screaming
I’ve bound my hands with apathy

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