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This Pagan Man's Plight

Why must I abide with this conversion?

Why should I have to change how I live?

When was my faith in the Gods an unholy perversion?

To whom, my devotion and offerings, should I instead give?

You say that your almighty God is kind,

And you also say that his love is beyond beautiful.

But all I see you do is push his teachings upon my mind,

As if my faith in him and his son should already be unconditional.

Why should I change, for what is your righteous reason?

Or is there none to be found but a blade at my throat?

Or maybe, for not abiding, you can charge me with high treason.

Perhaps you could burn my home do

Hangatyr's Offering

Hangatýr's Offering

The wind was strong this high up, and it blew around him relentlessly.

His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny waited restlessly.

To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.

In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from Yggdeasill, that juicy Tree.

As the nine sunny days turned to nine chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.

The sacrifice he made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.

As his vision blurred, a miracle occurred, right before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.

Ar

When Time stoppedMelt the clocks
break them with rocks
Time holds no meaning
when nothings redeeming
We chose the fallen
and now we are crawlin
The world stopped spinning
we entered a war without winning
The Dark Army Rise
but to this, there is no surprise
An endless battleground
with no white flag to be found
Souls held ultimate wealth
So stealing them became thing of stealth
So many deals were struck
Morals? no one gave a fuck
Brothers killed brothers
and backstabbing lovers
There's no crown to be found
as the beasts are unbound
They hunt in the dark
and all bare the mark
There is no end to this hell
when you've got no soul to sell

ey i made a rhyme that relates a dimeey i made a rhyme that relates a dime?--checkit yo cuz it just might snow-------------
pride is a blind fold that binds us to find
only good in our selves and leave truth-ness behind/
like a gold greedy elf that puts love on a shelf
while sowing no seed as a trophy wont breed
with the rhyme that fades time not to fellow a need/
as the lust for oneself holds no water indeed,
twill be spilling the blood of there brothers with glee
while they bathe in the pool -broken trust- and dont see
that the damage they bust will be pressure us free/
into diamonds we'll haunt them thru nightmares they'll flee/
forever from fear and will reap the

A PrayerLord, be with me always,
Even to the end.
Comfort, feed, and guide me,
For you are my dearest friend.
May God be with you always,
Even to the end.
Trust Him with all your heart,
‘Cause He’s your dearest friend!
-3/6/12

Prayer to GodLord, I've broke faith with you for a while,
and I've grown far and apart.
But look on me, your broken tool,
and see my broken heart.

I've sinned, and hurt,
I've done few good acts.
Lord help me back upon your way,
let me see once more your path.

I've lost my way upon this road,
your footsteps became blurred.
Blind, am I, to your great works,
for some time, your voice I have not heard.

I cannot bear the weight of sin,
I've fallen from your grace.
But in my broken, sinful state,
please show me, Lord, your face.

An angel came to me here on Earth,
we danced, sang, laughed, and cried
But clipped her wings, I did in fact,
and her

SavedBent down over my knee
I'm tying my shoe
Trying not to flee
But still start anew

Silver rays of the moon
Meet me at the door
The tears come way too soon
I wanted so much more

I fly away on fragile wings
The night is now my home
My past overwhelmed with things
My sadness witnessed by Him alone

It was no use to run
I never got away
And when He said "Your time has come"
I still wanted to stay

However, he ignored my plea
He, who is so wise
Thanks to Him, now all I see
Is a blooming paradise

Merry Christmas?Why do we celebrate
Christmas every year
Wandering around every corner
Spreading Christmas cheer?
Why do we celebrate
The birth of a child
Who was born long ago
All so sweet and mild?
Why do we celebrate
A child we so little merit
And teach his words to others
Desperately trying to share it?
Why do we celebrate
Christ, the king of Jews,
When we think everyday
That we’re not gaining more than we lose?
These are very tricky questions,
But I’m willing to shed some light.
Maybe it’s because it was Jesus
Born on that precious, holy night!
Maybe it’s because we’re excited
That to Him we can bring happiness or tear!
And that is why we celebrate Christmas
Every single year!
12\13\11

LithaSun stands still like a forge blazing in the heavens
The colours of fields and flowers woven out of its light
Where sea meets sky a heat haze hangs on the horizon
Teasing with glimpses of faeries flying just out of sight

The sun rises strong, but knows its strengths fading
The Horned One accepts His own death with His crown
For from now on till rebirth, the Sun God is waning
To the life of the land the life of the God has been bound

So jump the bonfire and burn away evil
Carry a torch in procession and bless land and home
Gather the garlands and deck all with flowers
Celebrate beauty for its sake alone

Sing of Midsummer's wonder in play

Twists of KarmaPampered, pretty, skinny, spoiled
A princess in her castle of fear
Holds all other's plans lox and foiled

Struts her feathers in others faces
She's headed straight for hell
Steps on them with different clothes from different races

She's lost in herself
She lays in her mounds of riches
We will see how she stands in front of God himself

Breaking other's hearts, tearing out their souls
Snapping their bones, killing their spirit
Using them as mindless tools

Someday she will find herself dead
And then where will she be?
She won't be in heaven, she'll be lying in her bed

Duel SoulDuel Soul

Stuck in a form that seems to be of two sides,
Constant struggle for either to lead and become torn,
Either no longer rooted in light,
Or no longer wallowing in the darkness,
While in full nothing seems to be right,
But what is the answer that will ring true…

Constantly struggling in the thoughts to know which is true,
Unable to fully listen to either of the sides,
Always feeling wrong and never to be right,
These parts must be torn,
The perfect separation from what is perceived as darkness,
Or the consumption of what can be viewed as light…

What is the thought we call light?
A thought known for being honest, pure a

Doubtlessif you reach for the sun
but your wax wings melt
instead of plunging down,
try to catch yourself.

you flew because you wanted,
believed you truly could;
your wings were just idols
of wax, feather and wood.

if you open up your mind,
if you open up your soul,
you'll no more need those trinkets
to feel complete and whole;

if you believe it's really real,
if you forget they've melted away,
you'll find you've stop falling
and gravity disobey.

Light Swiftly FadingThe world today
Encourages many things,
And with all the confusion
Comes many stings.
Can a Christian stand it?
Well, not alone.
With Jesus you can make it,
Tho’ you’ll reap what you have sown.
The darkness flooding in
Leaves little room to breathe.
The flame that shone so brightly
Is almost gonna freeze!
Can we Christians save it;
Bringing back the light.
If we give our lives to Jesus,
We’ll make it shine real bright!
If we stand by praying,
With Jesus we’ll be strong!
Then, the light will shine brightly
And we’ll sing life’s song!
-11/19/11

Where is GOD?Everywhere I look
Points me again
To someone who saves,
To YOUR healing hand.
And though sometimes
I can’t see YOU here,
I know YOU are with me
And YOU’re always near.
I searched so long
For the joy YOU bring.
Now, my soul is longing
To get up and sing!
Here am I to worship
YOU, who saves!
Here am I to bring
YOU everlasting praise!
Though doubt consumes me sometimes
I will never let go,
Because I am told to walk by faith
And let my faith show.
So, again I stand
In YOUR holy presence
Asking for peace and joy
Like YOUR rich men’s!
-8/30/12

DeadWhen I wake up,
I’m not searching for you.
And praying for others
Is something I don’t do.
Thus, I’m driven wild
With a longing I can’t explain,
But I’m refusing all your chances
To heal and brake the chains.
In darkness do I lie,
Sinking deep in sin.
I only pray to you
When pain am I in.
I’ve lost all my focus.
I’ve lost all my life.
Now, I live in pain;
In darkness; In strife.
Heal me, O LORD,
From this death inside.
Help me to follow you,
And let YOUR hand guide.
6/19/12

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MindWhen i try to slow down my thoughts.

I said stop thinking,
i can't, is what i got.

Please stop thinking i repeated,
i can't, yet again.

Rephrase that.

Please stop thinking i cant.

BirthWhat if you admitted defeat,
what if you realized that you can't do it all.

What if you realize the thoughts in your head,
were never enough.

The shield you created,
coming into this world.

As a incredibly sensitive,
lovely child.

Means that if you're alive,
you've won.

The child within you lived on,
all you need do, is turn around.

Is it a dream we come from, aIs it a dream we come from,
a belief that we are nothing but men.

Derived from nature,
but yet rejected all the same.

I see deers, bears, flowers and trees,
is there something i am missing.

I see rain, thunder, volcanoes, snow,
something out there i should know.

I don't understand anymore,
what it is we are supposed to get.

Perhaps its something that,
our minds cannot comprehend.

If so, are we left with faith.

WorryingAt first i were happy, gentle and kind.
Didn't have any excuses, nor did i need one.

Then a remark came into my mind,
have you ever worried sir.

Kind as i were i told him no,
to whom should i go to.

He laughed heartily, oh its a blast.
You can worry about everything from future to past.

Nothing is out of reach for a worrier,
everything can be in your mind at the same time.

Fascinated as i were by such a power,
i were bewildered as to what i may discover.

The mirror is quite a good start,
staring at yourself wondering if you are alright.

When you have mastered that task,
let television be your next guide.

Months passed by and i worrie

Heart and mindThis is a question i want to ask you.
If you follow your heart, where do you think it will lead you?

Notice a devilish trick standing between the lines,
thinking is not what the heart is about.

If you think it, can you make it true,
if you feel it, will you follow through.

The main difference between the two,
mind wants to lead, heart to follow.

A new beginningI feel a black hole pushing lies, deceit, past and future out of me,
I fear it and try to hold control.

Yet each moment i realize control is futile, who ever "i am" is never real, but only the result of that which i believe.

It seems so simple, yet intricate in its style. That our world is built on childish lies.

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Words are a gift

by ~Natual, Feb 22, 2013, 7:45:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

Your words are a gift,
a gate from within.

Out can flow stories,
a collection of thoughts.

Woven together by a fascinating life,
what you've seen and imagined with your mind.

Feelings, emotions the spice of life,
when put into words they can revive a heart.

Words are a giftby ~Natual

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~Natual Feb 22, 2013

I agree, the most important people remain oblivious to their value in others eyes... I think its because we don't relax anymore, after facebook and pages like it, we see ideals instead of each other. Its as if we don't really understand that we are different :s

!ThatFunnierPiece Feb 22, 2013

Yes. But just how often the people most important remain oblivious? Then again, there are the ones who see, who want to receive.

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