Who is like the LORD

•December 16, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Last of the Christian poetry (at least for a while).

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Who is like the LORD

Who else can save the dead

The broken

The self damned

Who else is called holy in every tongue

Of every tribe

In every nation

Who else is like the LORD

Forever unchanging

Forever faithful

Forever there

No matter who you are

Or what crap you’ve done

Who else is called LORD

FRIEND

DADDY

In the same sentence

No one else

Because no one else is like the LORD

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TLR

Worthy

•December 9, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Another christian poem here (I was obviously in the mood for writing psalms at the time, still not up to recent stuff). I’ve hinted before that there’s overlap between my faith and my recovery, there definitely is. I’ll try write it up at some point if you guys want.

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FATHER forgive me

I am not worthy to be alive

YOU should not have let me survive

I am not worthy

But

But

But YOU kept me alive

YOU saved me inside

There MUST be a reason

Because I am not worthy

But I will live for YOU

Because I am alive by YOU

Because YOU saved me from myself

YOU made me worthy

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TLR

What a fool I was

•December 2, 2014 • Leave a Comment

As a look back at my old poetry would show you, I used to self harm, I’ve actually recovered now. Also, as I mentioned last week, I am a Christian.

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What a fool I was

searching for salvation

in a razor’s cool kiss

seeking redemption

in scars

When I knew it was futile

a pointless mess

I know I can’t redeem myself

Can’t save myself

That’s where You stepped in

Giving me salvation

In a cross’s cruel embrace

On your flesh

Bringing redemption

In scars

Your Scars

Marring your perfect body

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TLR

Look My Child.

•November 25, 2014 • Leave a Comment

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a Christian. This is one written from God’s perspective, still quite old poetry, so can’t remember what set me to write it.

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Look my child

Do not worry

I am bigger

Than your every fear

Did I not say

“Ask and it shall be given

Seek and you shall find

Knock and the door will be opened”

Why do you worry?

I am on your side

I am your father

Your dad

Daddy

And I love you

And I care for you

Stop worrying

Stop fearing

I have you

I have everything

Look at me

Do you not know?

Have you not heard?

I am the everlasting God

The Creator of the heavens

And the earth

Do you not know

I never grow tired

Or weary

Did I not promise

I will lift you on wings

As with the eagles

I will make you run

And you will never grow weary

Is it not so?

Did I not promise you this?

Then why do you fear

Why do you worry.

Come to me my child

Find rest in me

I am here for you

Please take my hand

Let me help

I love you

More than you could ever understand

I love you

More than you will ever know

I am your daddy

And I love you.

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TLR

Lost My Song

•November 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment

As it says.

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I’ve stopped too long

Lost my song

Now grasping at straws

My writing full of flaws

The muse has fled

My words are lead

I’ve stopped too long

And lost my song.

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TLR

This is going to be another poem

•November 11, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Written for a friend.
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This is going to be another poem about how awesome you are
If I can even find the words for my tongue to speak
I can’t remember how many times
Your name graced my leg, my arm, my collar
On the wings of butterflies
Keeping my skin in tact
My blood inside
My life together
Or how many times your words
So much more flowing than my own
Have stopped me
And showed me that I can matter
That I am not just invisible
Unwanted
Useless
As my mind said I was
You know me better than possibly anyone else
And yet we’ve never met
Only shared pixelated words
Over computers
That probably sounds crazy
And sad
But it’s true
And I don’t care how sad or crazy it is.
You’ve helped me so much,
Sod anyone who thinks internet friends aren’t any good
I just hope you know
As you listen to these words
They are true – I can’t be arsed lying to make things sound better
You’d notice soon enough that I was if that were the case
But these words are true
And from the experience of my being dragged through hell
(I can show you the scars if you want proof)
Things WILL get better
Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe five more years from now
Things WILL get better
The only time they won’t is if you die
Then you won’t see what God has planned for you
When things do get better.
As I usually say when I say stuff like this
I know it sounds like crap, but it’s not
I know.
This was originally hoped to be much more eloquent and pretty
But these are the words that are written anyway
Maybe I’ll try for the pretty elegant one later.
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The Raindrop Song

•November 6, 2014 • Leave a Comment

From now untill they run out Thursdays are going to be prose days, particularly from the series of short fairy(ish) stories I’ve been writing. From now on I’m going to just leave the stories to do the talking.

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“Have you ever sat in a tent and listened to the rain fall on the canvas?” Asked an old man to a young girl.

“Yes Opa, of course I have, it rained yesterday.”

“Oh … of course it did child, I must be losing my marbles. Anyway, do you know what the sound is?”

“No Opa.” Said the girl with glee, the old man’s stories were always the best part of the day, especially on a camping holiday.

“Well then, close your eyes and let your mind take you to Faeland.

Back in the early day, when I was still young, the rain only made one sound – thump, thump, thump, thump, like a big marching drum. This is because the Fae were at war with each other. No one could remember why, even if they could they wouldn’t have told me. But they were at war. And the Fae, being masters of the elements, used the elements, especially water. They used the rain like our soldiers use drums, to time their march – left, right, left, right, thump, thump, thump, thump. You could always tell when the fae were battling, because it rained.

Now there was a magic lemon tree.”

“A lemon tree Opa?” Interrupted the disbelieving child.

“Yes, a lemon tree. Now if you know the histories better than I who was there, you can tell me the tale.” Huffed the old man

“No Opa,” squealed the girl, “I’ll keep quiet I promise.”

“Good. Now where was I? Oh yes the magical lemon tree. Now the magic of this tree was that if the juice was drank, then whosoever drank it would fall in love with whoever else drank the juice of the same lemon.

There was a young Boggart at the time. He’d lost all his family to the war, some on one side, some on the other. He was sick of the pointless war and was trying to think of how to stop it. He remembered the magical lemon tree. Now I probably should have said, the leader of one side of the Fae was a beautiful Faerie princess and the leader of the other side was a handsome Faerie prince. If only the Boggart could get them to drink the juice of a magic lemon. Now in those days, like in these, the Fae loved to drink tea, they’d drink little else. Unlike these days they would drink it black without anything else in it. The young Boggart decided to take a thought walk to try think of a way to end the war. As he walked he happened to wander into Manland. This was very common in the early days, before the Fae feared Man, but that is a story for a different day.” Added the old man when he saw the girl about to interrupt again. “On his thought walk the Boggart passed by a café and saw the strangest thing – the humans were drinking tea with lemon. The Boggart walked up to me, for it was indeed I sat at the café drinking tea with lemon. He walked up to me and asked for a mouthful of tea because he had been walking for so long and was thirsty. I, being rather fond of boggarts, bought him a whole cup. He then asked for a slice of lemon, being mighty curious about me drinking tea with lemon, so I gave him a slice of lemon, they were free anyway. Well when he took his first sip his eyes lit up, and you’d think he’d walked a thousand miles in the desert the way he glugged the rest of it. And off he trotted with far too many thank yous for a simple cuppa.

Well the young Boggart wanders up to the magic lemon tree as soon as he could after and picked a magic lemon straight off.”

“If it was a magic tree why wasn’t it guarded Opa?”

“Because the Fae didn’t use lemons for anything back then, they were seen as useless. Now the Boggart he wandered up to the princess’ castle proclaiming he was the greatest chef in the lands, the Fae would never turn away a chef who would make them a meal or a drink. So the young Boggart wandered into the main hall and made a cup of tea with a slice of lemon (from the magic lemon of course) and would only let the princess drink it. As soon as she tried it she drained the whole cup, declaring it was the greatest drink ever. The Boggart sneaked out of her castle and went to the prince’s castle and did the same thing. The prince also declared it the greatest drink ever. Then both the prince and princess decided they wanted to see each other, so they did and they fall in love and got married. To celebrate the Fae caused the rain to make a new song, a joyous one rather than the old march. And that is why the rain makes the raindrop song on canvas.”

“But Opa, that isn’t real love, the magic of the lemon caused it.” Complained an offended child.

“Now child when you drink and eat, do you stay forever full? No you have to drink and eat again soon enough. So it is with the magic lemon’s magic, the spell wore off after a day or so and from what I heard the prince and princess fell deeper in love after it wore off.”

“Ahh, now I see Opa. But what about the Boggart, what happened to him?”

“His end I know personally, for I have seen it child, as clear as I see you now. He opened the very first, and still the best, café in all Faeland. And I will always say that his tea with lemon is the best I’ve ever had. Now its time for you to say hello to old Mr Nod, so lay your head down on the pillow and goodnight child.”

“Goodnight Opa.” Yawned the girl as she promptly fell asleep.

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

TLR.

 
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