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rhymarhyma poetry 13

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a symphony of tragedy


I tune my heart to listen, but I sometimes still don't hear

I sometimes push away a song that longs to be so near

Just when I think I've lost it, I hear a melody so dear

It's the music of your love, my Lord...beautifully crystal-clear



I hear a violin, I see a harp...a baby grand

and every time I fall, the sound of music helps me stand

It raises me ever higher above this desecrated land

and my life is but a song in the palm of your hand



All I can do is live it, this haunting music that you wrote

Amidst crashing harmonic waves I know my spirit will float

A song of tearful redemption is the song that I promote

until a symphony of tragedy becomes a single...perfect...note...
 
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The man on the hill


The sun was blood red and it burned all night

as he rode and he rode by the twin moonlight

Riding bareback on a skeletal steed

and he watched the world cry and he watched the world bleed

Riding through the night as he witnessed death

Men, women, children...gasping for breath

Inhaling toxic air and dripping acid rain

Screaming, and dreaming, and writhing in pain

He couldn't offer help as he had to stay on course

so he pushed and he kicked on his long-dead horse

until finally he arrived at his final destination

and he stared and he glared in utter fascination

As his trusty steed fell...forever still

he was there to bear witness to the man on the hill

There was a crowd gathered 'round at the midnight hour

They'd heard the man on the hill wielded an awesome power

A power so strong and a power so great

that just the mere presence could change a man's fate

It could change the world, even change destiny

and this was the power that the rider rode to see

He squeezed through the crowd to get a closer look

just as the man on the hill started opening a book

The book was voluminous, luminous, it had a life all its own

It was the last of its kind, and to the crowd...unknown

The man on the hill motioned to silence the crowd

and took a deep breath, prepared to read out loud

three-quarter million words, sent from God above

summed up in one word...and that word was love

The Word is love, and love is the Word

Love is the greatest noun ever heard

Love is divine, pure and superb

Put love into action...and make it a verb
 
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Too little, too late


The memory of my mom, it just won't stop

I can see her face, smiling, at the coffee shop

She sings "Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop"

The memory of my mom, it just won't stop


The memory of my mom, it shows up every day

I can see her face, laughing, like it was yesterday

She chuckles "Go ahead, Mikey, run along and play"

The memory of my mom, it shows up every day


The memory of my mom, it's always there

I can see her face, loving, teaching me a prayer

She preaches "The devil wants to take you, so always beware"

The memory of my mom, it's always there


The memory of my mom, it haunts me in my dreams

In the middle of the night I wake up to silent screams

She says "You have nothing to feel bad for" but that's just the way it seems

The memory of my mom, it haunts me in my dreams


The memory of my mom, it hurts so bad

I can see her face, sullen, she's oh, so sad

She cries "You'll always be my baby, the little boy that I had"

The memory of my mom, it hurts so bad


The memory of my mom, it's all that I've got

and every time I ran, and every time I got caught

she'd say "I've already forgiven you, and I've already forgot"

The memory of my mom, it's all that I've got


The memory of my mom, it pops up all the time

I can see her face, concerned, each time I fall from my climb

She sighs "Why do you have to be in jail to write me a rhyme?"

The memory of my mom, it pops up all the time


The memory of my mom, it hurts me inside

All the times that I lied and all the times that she cried

Why couldn't she have screamed "I wish you would have died!"

The memory of my mom, it hurts me inside


The memory of my mom, I'll never forget

She's not here to see my face, the change, the regret

I cry "Why'd you leave me, mom, you weren't supposed to go yet"

The memory of my mom, I'll never forget


The memory of myself, it's something that I hate

and even though today I'm living right, flying straight

you know the old saying "Too little, too late"

The memory of myself, it's something that I hate...
 
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My thoughts, my actions...


I thought about killing a man today
so I called on God to hear what He had to say
"As you're talking to me, that thought has gone away"
"So take my advice, child...and just pray"

My thoughts, my actions...two different things
Two vastly different outcomes each one brings
My demon screams, while my angel sings
Upon which side shall I ride those wings

No man deserves to die by my hand
and even though not long ago I would kill you where you stand
what it meant to be a man, I didn't really understand
I hadn't faced God's grace, I didn't know what He had planned

What I do against a man so I do against my Lord
so I'll pray every day not to die by the sword
To take a man's life would be to give up my reward
of eternal happiness, and that I can't afford

Not only would I lose my Heavenly prize
I would lose favor in my children's eyes
My greatest love on this earth would crush me with their cries
as I stay locked away behind the walls of lies...

Eventually, some sheep will go astray
and the Shepherd will find each in a different way
He reminded me never to forget to pray
as I thought about killing a man today
 
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Greetings,

An eerie thought!

He squeezed through the crowd to get a closer look

just as the man on the hill started opening a book

The book was voluminous, luminous, it had a life all its own

It was the last of its kind, and to the crowd...unknown
A world where the inhabitants have never seen a book. But I suppose that once that might have been the case, don't know.

Bless you ....><>
 
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abandon


I had to abandon myself, to know what it feels to be wanted

and abandon this world, where every memory is haunted

Shake the darkness that enveloped my mind

and do away with rainy days that always kept me confined

I had to release myself, that I might be held

in the arms of my Creator, from whom I once rebelled

I left my Lord behind for the sins of worldly pleasures

before realizing the value of heavenly treasures

I had to lose myself, so that I would be found

Lonely cries in the night are a deafening sound

The echo of the world as it tears me apart

stopped ringing to angel's singing as I gave dear God my heart

I had to empty myself, to truly be full

Destroy the cunning, stealthy wolf and dress myself in wool

One hundred sheep, but one strays and pays the cost

The Shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to find the one that is lost

I had to surrender myself, so I could finally be free

Free to be the me that God wants me to be

I await my final sleep, the comfort of the grave

when the world no longer makes me weep...and I'm no longer its slave...
 
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Greetings,

An eerie thought!



A world where the inhabitants have never seen a book. But I suppose that once that might have been the case, don't know.

Bless you ....><>
Even scarier, a world where no one has seen thee book. No doubt. I know from my own dark world before I actually started reading the Bible. Have an amazing day, brotha.
 
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