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How I See You
I see you now, my love, moving in the sunlight,
Your hair shimmering like brazen gold.
Your face so young, happy, pure,
Your countinance stirrs up feelings untold.
To see you now, a vision so sweet,
I wish to run and hold you, kiss you.
I'd promise to be there through it all
And cheer you up when you're blue.
And, oh, how I wish to taste the waters
That flow from your valley, how sweet
They must be! And to kiss the tenderness
That lies where your little hils meet.
How I long to swim in your eyes, to dive
So deep. To be lost in them as I plant my
Seed in your tender soils, to see them
Shimmer and sparkle. Please, don't cry!
I will smile when our children are born,
I will hold you when you hurt,
I will pledge my life to protect you,
And stay with you.
You will be cherished among all my wives,
The young ones will follow behind.
They will call you "Wise Sister,"
And embarassed you will sigh.
And when that brazen gold turns white,
I still want to hold your hand.
And if perchance we past together,
I pray we both reach the Abba's Land.
12/21/05 By Steven D. Owen
This next poem is a sequel to the first one. It's basically what happened when my character did not manage to win
the heart of his brazen haired beloved...
How It Will Be...
You're Gone, my love with the brazen hair,
You've given your love to a different man.
I'm sad at night, I ponder what's fair,
Sighing...You haunt my thoughts. They're deadpan.
At your wedding I smiled as you said your vows.
I imagined myself in his place. A tear escaped as he kissed you.
Oh, wow.
There's a look of joy on your face
As you walked away in flowing white.
Even my wives had to weep,
They had hoped to welcome you right
And enjoy your company as we sleep.
As I sleep at night I dream so vivid.
Of children we'll never hace.
Then I awake, slightly livid,
And I seek to find a sort of soul salve.
At the dinner table, I can see you there,
Like a ghost sitting in the empty seat.
But inside I know you'll never be here.
I shake my head to chase away my
Heavy heartbeat.
As years pass by the memories fade.
I've even seen you a time or two.
Your life is happy, you have it made.
And eventually I feel less blue.
My younger wives laugh and smile,
They are full of youth and life.
And once we all walked half a mile,
Just to think about our life without someone like you.
Now, old and gray, I see my family.
Happy, vibrant, overflowing,
And still at the edges I see
Your bright smile showing.
So, happy I close my weary eyes,
The sleep of Death comes soon.
I whisper to you my silent goodbyes,
And falling to sleep, to deat at noon.
Steven Owen 6/8/06
The Weeping Prophet
The Man of Elohim weeps in the night
Sad with sinners who die in fright.
His spirit quickened, called to preach,
Called to comfort, called to reach.
The Spirit leads him, but he hides inside.
Afraid that his words won't be laken in stride
He loves the people like his Lord
He knows the debt they can't afford.
He's lost and lonely in himself
He fears his faith is on a shelf
And in his dreams he prays and weeps
In agony at the secret he keeps
He is the weeping prophet,
A man small in faith
Who hides in the monestary of his mind
Will he ever leave?
America the Shamed
America the shamed
Reputation ill-famed
Who kills the unborn baby
Who's people wonder maybe
They still have freedom.
America the shamed
No one wants to be blamed
For their sins committed
They pray to be aquitted
By their corrupt judges
America the shamed
Our last leg is lamed
Our freedom is thrown to the dogs
Becoming as scarce as natural logs
Our chains are ever-tightening.
Yahweh Help
Us!!!
The Unrighteous Call
They hate, they love in decadence
They're zombies moving with no sense
They mock our El, our love, our lives
With no hope for tomorrow, for tomorrow.
I cry to Yah "Why do they die?"
"Why do they hate us by and by?"
He said "Just show them Love and Hell
"Show them eternity."
So to the unrighteous call
The Sons of El who will not fall
They preach the Word in humbleness
And prayer, humbleness and prayer.
The Spirit of Yahuah fuels desire
To see men's souls saved from fire
But there are few who listen,
Few who listen, oh.
So on my knees I bow in prayer
I pray the courage of the Sayer.
To preach the Word of Yah.
To the unrighteous call.
NO MORE TEARS!!
The stink of heavy breath,
The pain, no heart
is left,
The blood ran freely that night.
No More Tears!!!
A young girl, six years old
Stands alone
She should with Barbies be playing
But at night, because of his braying
Her life, her innocence is torn.
No
More Tears!!!
At 13 she wears those scanty clothes,
She wears them for the man she loaths.
At school she plays
a young mind game,
The boy, sthe boys, she cannot tame
As filth spreads throgh her soul.
No More Tears!!!
At 20 the nightmares persist
As she remembers she tried to resist
But he was stronger
His breath was longer
And she lives in silent fear.
No More Tears!!!
She was coming home from church
Her new faith like
the Birch
In Yahshua a life for her is started
From her painful past she parted
As suddenly a car came 'round
A corner, and then she found
Her life it slipped a way to quickly
But escaped she a life to prickly.
Death came fast.
No more tears.
Oh Judgment Day the
roll call came,
And everyone was judged the same.
When she was called and judged her deeds
Her life flashed before
her eyes
The pain and blood and memories
And solem, tearful good-byes.
But the day that stood out most
Was
when she let the Holy Ghost
Show her the way.
And when her car was smashed to bits,
A moment before Death took
her wits
The face of Him did she see.
The very man who stole her innocence
Who tore and broke her life to bits
Was in the other car.
And when his call for Judgement came
To Hell he fell, and fell hard.
NO MORE TEARS!!!
The Crossroads
The depths of Hell stand before me
I stand at the crevice, imploring
My path forks ahead
Deciding after I'm dead
Which eternity I'll spend
The time is close, night is coming!
The moon shines bright, the drum is drumming!
Night is falling, the end is near
Voices calling, I cup my ear
The wind grows ever stronger
The road to Hell is broad and wide
Reflecting from the man inside
Its short and easy, deems no change
Its putrid mud doth lead to flames
Many a food have trodden there
The serpent's voice, seductive still
Ignites the sin and shuns the will
It tempts with sex and fleshly pleasures
It tempts with all its lazy pleasures
But eternity in flames it brings
The road to righteousness is hard
It sings no sweet tune like the bard
Its path is rocky, hard, but pure
Like the good meat set to cure
Its bath is barely trodden on
This road it leads straight to Heaven
But as hard as bread unleaven
The change required removes the sin
Removes the wretched man within
And makes you a new creature
So night is setting, coming soon
The world is set, set to maroon
And at those crossroads I do stand
Do I take the pure or take the brand?
Only heaven knows
THE SACRIFICE
Feel the nails, feel my pain
See the curtain torn in twain
My soul burdened with sinful mire
To be burned by Holy Fire
They mock me, my sacrifice
The blood, the thorns will suffice
I try to see
the face of my Father
Why bother?
This sin I bear and suffer for
Has shut His eyes and closed the dor
"Why
have you forsaken me?" I cry
And trembling, perfect, sinful I die
Do you not see my suffering?
No, you
look away, buffeting
You spit and mock and beat me
To spill blood, just to see
See if I'm mortal,
I'm your
only portal
I hang, crying miserably
And you don't know, you can't see
The stripes in my flesh, the spit
on my face
The splinters in my skin, my heart a race
I shudder as I see,
The sin I took on me
You know
not what you do
How can I show you
The sacrifice I'm making
The risk I'm taking?
All because I love you
Do
you see what I do?
MISSION CALLING
Insainity, chaos everlasting
Sound, Madness ever blasting
My cloak of darkness
Spiritual
harness
As I flee into the night...
New moon rising
No comprimising
Faith battle in humblness
On
my knees in brokenness
As Spirit takes over...
Sights before my eyes
I begin to realize
Bible truthes
unfold
Humility not so bold
My heart quickens...
Mistakes I've made
Hidden in shade
To be brought
to shame
to be made ill fame
My life I change forever...
I walk, not looking back
I walk, shoulder holding
my pack
Black cloak trailing behind me
No longer blind, now I see
Into the mist I fade...
Kay'ahloe Wha'peh?
Each day I fight myself,
Wanting not to loook in the mirror
In fear of being disgusted
With the person staring back.
In the day I walk, with my eyes
On the floor. I don't talk, and I
Barely exist, living each moment
In dread of myself
A tear falls, and my heart
Cries from behind the stone
Wall it built around it's self.
Wha'peh?
Unassociated Poem
In the morning as the wind
Caresses my back and neck,
My hair streaming before me,
I can feel your soft hands
Wrapped around my torso.
Walking down the street
I see a woman wearing that
Dress, the one you wore to you furneral
I gasp, reaching, running across the
Street to meet you, but the flowing crimson
Flashes away in the tears of a broken man.
The other day, and church, I saw
You, staring at me through the eyes
Of a stranger. I tipped on my own
Feet, banging my head on a pew.
I could swear I heard your voice cry out.
I cried last night, holding our son in
My arms. Why did you leave? Why did
You die? Why can you only now fade
Into the burning memory of your smell?
WHY?!
In The Moments
In the moments of quiet, when
The moment become eternity,
and I absorb what appears before me.
In moments when the world moves
Arounhd me at break-neck speed,
I can sit and watch the sun cradle
Its self in an orchestra of clouds
In moments of walking, when i
Stop and look. In moments of rain
When I stop and stoop, my tears mixing
With the water running through my hair.
In this moment, this fragment of time,
When my insanity flees, an I have
Visions of Yah and His works. When
Leaving it all and finding myself seems good
In this moment I wish for a world
Without concequences. I ask for nothing.
What Have We Become?
What have we become?
A nation whose moral values have dropped since the days of our forefathers,
A nation who thrives on money and "soft-core porn,"
Whose government is run by anarchists, thieves, adulterers, and treasonous fools,
And the killers of a countless about of unborn babies across the world.
What have we become?
A people whose pleasure is put before anything else,
And who turn the other cheek to Beleivers around the world who die because of hate.
A people who are so wicked to violate our children, and utterly ruin the next generation
A people who would kill a person for what appeared to be a "dirty look."
What have we become?
We have become Sodom and Gomorrah.
We have become ancient Rome, where the outside seems clean and fresh,
But the inside is dark and rotting.
And like Rome, our nation will fall.
But there is a hope. Hope in the Eternal Truth.
Jesus died for us, and those who know spread the word.
And those who don't know, turn and react in hate.
More people in history were killed by hate than any other reason,
But there is a love.
Yahusha is the way,
The True Way,
And we have become the thing He hates-Sinners,
But He loves us,
So why continue?
The Battlefield
In darkness recess thoughts unpure
In depths where conscience isn't sure
Light comes but a little while.
Those in that depth are warring here
Without any thought of fear
Battling against their Creator.
From clay they came and dust return
Their souls to sink to Hell to burn
The Commandments ring like cannons.
But suddenly one understands
The placement of the warring bandsj
And repents of one's sins.
And suddenly, as sure as sight,
A light shines in the dead of night
Saved one rises above.
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