Words of wisdom drip like honey from the lip
Of the man in front, speaks with authority so blunt.
So soft and smooth, the words sink through
My mind and touch my heart, much like David's harp.

Words of pleasure soak, like a dagger past the cloak,
Stab the unwise victim, cut his throat, that's what happens when fools and wickedness elope.

Underneath the blue, my eyes lock with you, inside my head spins, what am I gonna do?
Passions pulsing through, veins royal blue, oxygen being used up like it was meant to,
Full color in your cheeks, rosy smiling sweet, eyes like pools of purity, luring me where I'm weak,
Vulnerable so to speak, willing to risk it all, just to hear you speak,
What will you say? Hanging on every word, still holding me at bay,
Oh these games we seem to play, I'm the tou, you're the ché,

A chase where you're my prey,
I know, I'll just pray ;)

mmmm yeah

Rock under my feet, hold me and rock me to sleep,
Keep me in Your presence always, tend this wayward sheep.
With blessings kiss my cheeks, open my mind to let your Wisdom seep,
From what You've given, I work so that you can reap,
For from what You've given I've been living, and it's You I desire to keep.
Instill Your will within my feet, to walk the path of the drum you beat,
To taste of your love so sweet, to suffer for You, my treat.

I truly suffer not, for already You suffered for my lot,
You brought me to this spot, and with Your blood you bought
Me, falling though You caught me,
Hidden, though conviction sought me,
In Your Wisdom, taught me
To live a great life in You, all I can do, is give You my all, much less than You're due.
But of course, this troubles me not at all,
For I know how much I've gained since I was redeemed from such a dreadful fall,
And I know that I cannot understand that vast increase,
Brought to life through Christ, from death I've been released.

Jesus is the Rock upon which I stand, set upon when taken from the sinful quicksand,
The day is at hand, raise up your eyes to see the descent of the Son of Man,
Glorious, abounding, love envelops all surrounding, mercy overtakes us,
Like rushing waters, sounding.
Hear my tears, see my downcast face. Lift me up to your Most High place,
Hide me in the shadow of your wings, pour love over me, satisfy me with your everything.
Bless me with your word, may I have unmerited favor in your sight, lead me in your paths than I might glorify you right,
That the world may see, and that they'd give you due praise, glory to the King, glory to His name.

Though lost in pools of trial, we'll persevere. When we've stood the test, we'll be crowned with life, that precious gift so dear.

Praise Him, Praise Him

The Ancient of Days

I've not been feeling the greatest lately, not specifically in health, but rather I've been not particularly in the mood to write much poetry. I've been sticking to the Word, and I've been reading other books too - alongside going to class, playing sports, writing papers and hw of course, and relaxing too. May this return to me soon :)


God bless,
DMS

the feeling

Push play, CD spins around, music starts pumping, equalize up and down, eyes intensely focused, Energy surging through, heart beating faster, unsure of what to do, passions surpass the reason,
No longer restrained, chemicle explosion taking place in my brain,

For some purpose there's a desire to let go, take a jump off the cliff, just let go of control,
Some strange feeling that we need to grab ahold, make emotions infinite, as life gets cold

Stop the track, settle back, think about what you've heard, did it really strike you wisely,
Were they satisfying words?

We beckon forth emotion, fill us with your sensations, drunk in passionate urges, saturated in sinful situations,
Lost in the music, those moments that slave us so, learn your lesson about this snare, just let it go,

Glance of Death

Bull-like lust charging out of my breast,

Took a second look, passions enflaming my chest

Sin overtook me in a moment I confess,

Another came upon me, to that I attest,

Temptation laced my eyes with a delightfully wicked prize

I took the bait and laid our lives on a bed of knives,

Flustered at evil beside, smiling Lord of the Flies,

Sinfully I surmised the problem now growing in size

When I should have left I stayed, called back the man I hated

Tried to fix the situation, but this man wouldn’t be baited,

Elated I became, when I devised a snare with his name,

Sent him back to die with his death in hand, along he carried my shame.

Finally, when evil had had its fun – though I always knew better

In came the man of God, caught me in my fetter,

Stooped in deceit, evil, and guilt, I thought I was a goner,

But truth be told He told me that my sin would be forgiven

Having a contrite heart and broken spirit