For when ye were the servants of sin, ye were free from righteousness. What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are now ashamed? For the end of those things is death. But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. - Romans 6:20-22
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Powerful use of words and description.
"Opening my mind to bliss
I died, I stood ashamed
In the eyes of heaven
As it bore naked"
The above lines. Strong statement, i could write a epic poem from. Thank you Joshua for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Powerful use of words and description.
"Opening my mind to bliss
I died, I stood ashamed
In the eyes of heaven
As it bore naked"
The above lines. Strong statement, i could write a epic poem from. Thank you Joshua for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
I like the closing lines bro... really!! The theme is written,the story is upto you.Yes we are not saved by our good works but by his grace..But after being saved also,,there is a question hanging!! Do we really go through this spiritual rebirth?? Do we pass the test.I liked the start - a balance were days overweighed. You tried but at last you gave in to the sin... the almighty redeemed you by his blood though you have drank the blood of sin.How ironical! ! How divine!! This is just so exquisite.My favourite piece of yours ;)
~Sophy
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Thank you. You really dug into the meaning and you found it. That means a lot.
i think there is always rebirth in life...several times...we can always get up off the mat and survive when things get their worst, and we can be better from the experience. i like "snapping the cartilage"
brittle bones from absorbing the pain of failure....but we can get better...get better movement.
This poem leads to many questions void of answers: Here’s a tiny gift poem for you to ponder:
Free Will?
Kill the will,
feel the thrill
May we choose
to lose
free will?
If we can’t
do we have
it still
since we’re forced
to bear
its chill?
Paradox is our guiding light
beyond the dark, beyond the bright,
beyond the wall that blocks our sight.
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Thank you! Paradox is our guiding light as it seems sometimes it is all we are left with. It in itse.. read moreThank you! Paradox is our guiding light as it seems sometimes it is all we are left with. It in itself opens the door for thoughts. A wonderful and thoughtful review and poem. Thank you very much. ^^
Ok.. I couldn't resist, to not review this one on the road, whilst I see all trees passing by my double sight right now, kind of a tunnel vision, looking at my screen... But this is a magical poem, filled with the need of traveling further, than life itself, reaching the borders of death's realm, I see blue and orange, your one leg and half body, entering the orange part, inferno intesamente... Quasi entrai... Ma sei, forte, il pensiero e forte, alzi quindi, conosci l'altro mondo... Pericoloso... Ma che bellissimo... You are the transmission. Your words are poetic gold to me...
- Elisa xx
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Your comment about life being unfinished in your review on the Kingdom actually inspired this one. B.. read moreYour comment about life being unfinished in your review on the Kingdom actually inspired this one. Bring back memories of something whispered during moments of spiritual enlightenment during a time of breakdown after a long run away away from the truth and embracing the dangerous side of darkness. Which is utter hell for the soul. La vita è data per un motivo, per condizionare le nostre anime per l'eternità migliore. Attraverso vivere con uno spirito positivo e costante in pace ci viene data la possibilità di raccogliere i nostri sogni in questa vita e nell'eternità. E 'la legge di attrazione. Buone generò buoni. Generò male male. Thank so very much from the bottom of heart for knowing me. xx
10 Years Ago
Oh you mean it? wow. It is utter hell for the soul, I agree. Hai ragione, quando dici questo. Che be.. read moreOh you mean it? wow. It is utter hell for the soul, I agree. Hai ragione, quando dici questo. Che bello quando parli così profondo. :) mi sempre fai felice amico mio. Come hai dormito?
And you are welcome, I try my best, to understand my dear friends xx :)
First, I love the font xD it's really pretty, second I didn't know there was going to be a song and it made me jump a little bit lol Anyway, I like the message within this...we have a choice in how we live our life, and even if we had a horrible past, we can have a brighter future, all we have to do is choose our path wisely.
Good Job
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you very much. I actually took the song down because it caused the same for me. lol
10 Years Ago
You're welcome. xD and yay I'm not the only one lol kinda ironic that it made you jump though xD
10 Years Ago
Well alone the song sounded great for it but since it takes a moment to load it throws it off so. Oh.. read moreWell alone the song sounded great for it but since it takes a moment to load it throws it off so. Oh well. lol
lol oh yeah well that makes since, but I think that sometimes songs can distract the reader from the.. read morelol oh yeah well that makes since, but I think that sometimes songs can distract the reader from the poem, at least it does for me anyway lol
10 Years Ago
I think the same. It either adds or takes away from the poem. There isn't a happy medium. That's why.. read moreI think the same. It either adds or takes away from the poem. There isn't a happy medium. That's why I am very selective.
10 Years Ago
Yeah exactly, I like the idea of having a song that may be similar to the poem that they can play af.. read moreYeah exactly, I like the idea of having a song that may be similar to the poem that they can play after reading. But if it's just music you want it to play along while reading probably.
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..