Inner City Life ( via’s collection of poems)

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What have I said. What have I done?
All of my insides are hanging out.
its too late;
Strangers now know little major clots about me.

Exposed to the death;
Their light shines bright on every fatty lump I’ve got and they’re parking their cars in my ulcers.

It’s a catastrophe. I prefer the drama.
Won’t be long now before they’ve got planning permission.
Then those Scary Skyscrapers will soon have to be built upon my badly spilled guts.

Don’t let me see, Lord, don’t let me see.
Whatever the horizon, Just lie to me.
I’ve tried hard to be good
I’ve tried hard to be right
But the cycle of sin just comes back in and kicks me in the eye.
When Will It die?

And all the clouds parted and God came out
He’s The Only One that Gladly Noticed.
With Him, I won’t have to care much about any of all this next time.
 
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There’s a new girl in town.
Swaggering through, she ought to be blue but instead, shes wheeling across the dance floor like John travolta!

She’s filled with the Lord.
An encouragement when times get tough.
My toes twinkle. And My smile stretches from New York all the way to China.

And If she’s Ushering in cream cake clouds and strawberry skies now will anyone ever be safe from love.?

Im quite happy to sit back and watch the show.
 
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When I was young,
You made us safe,
No wars, no rotten meat;
Everything that was provided, the wheat;
You made good and strong.
We got along nicely, sure and free back then.


But soon enough You sent Your clouds and took the better times away,
You made us weary sheep;
No more safety in the street!.
Nor many pleasant folk around.
And the days turned green with who’s got what
And who fits where.


I done You no wrong.
I never lied to You.
I've been good to others.
You know all of this.


So take it away and start again;
Because You are God!
Of all the cheek! With all Your Might,
You never even gave me a lasting flight;
An American dream.

Have You forgotten me?
 
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You are Making me grateful
Like You want me to be;
In every situation;
From despair right the way through >>
To liberty !

You are Making me grateful;
It doesn’t matter how;
I trust Your Hand to do it;
Because I am bankrupt in that department.

I don’t understand and may never not know;
But I don’t care because belief is all you needs to see bad times slow;
That You are there..
In all Your care.
Changing us for the better.

You are Making us grateful;
And glad as can be;
No wonder I have a Tree Growing up my spine…

Does anyone have a harp?
 
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The Joy Of Living in a Graveyard.


Plagues plagues,
Flies everywhere!
I shake my fist and can’t shift them.
It’s the bane of my life.
I snarl and Waft them away but they just keep coming back;
Angrier than ever.

I’m just another broken bone dancing along in a graveyard;
Nothing much that that I can do unless You Let me;

I long For the next time when You raise me into that secret place where I can down tools and head on up to Your Mighty Arms where You Never let me Fail to Remember That You Love me.






 
I'm all out of out thrills and alone in the arctic.
Its way too cold for the devil here, so he's been gagged and bound.

Sailing stiff and slow,
Theres sense in this new begining.
For all of my sins have been left behind.

Travelling by cracks in the night;
With wounds still yet frozen;
A kingdom's come;
And with it, A crystal rain to soothe my skin
And melt this siberian lonely.
 
Trusting You in what we’re going through Is what we all should do.
It’s Easier said than done!
So Help me cling to You while the
Glacier melts and the slush begins to show,
For I’m slipping away…
Your taking the best part of me don’t You care?
My throat is an ice sculpture and my song is nothing more than a hard call;
Show me Your goodness!
Because Your the captain of the ship and You know where we are going.
Show me Your Love in all of this!
For You are draining the reservoir of my existence!

Help me Trust You in all we’re going through is what I need from You.
 
Trusting You in what we’re going through Is what we all should do.
It’s Easier said than done!
So Help me cling to You while the
Glacier melts and the slush begins to show,
For I’m slipping away…
Your taking the best part of me don’t You care?
My throat is an ice sculpture and my song is nothing more than a hard call;
Show me Your goodness!
Because Your the captain of the ship and You know where we are going.
Show me Your Love in all of this!
For You are draining the reservoir of my existence!

Help me Trust You in all we’re going through is what I need from You.
This one reminds me of David's Psalms in the way it is structured. Selah
 
Trusting You in what we’re going through Is what we all should do.
It’s Easier said than done!
So Help me cling to You while the
Glacier melts and the slush begins to show,
For I’m slipping away…
Your taking the best part of me don’t You care?
My throat is an ice sculpture and my song is nothing more than a hard call;
Show me Your goodness!
Because Your the captain of the ship and You know where we are going.
Show me Your Love in all of this!
For You are draining the reservoir of my existence!

Help me Trust You in all we’re going through is what I need from You.
Via, you reacted to posts about setting your lyrics to music with "praying hands". Does this mean you are praying that we will put them to music, or praying because you're not sure? Kinda "Thy will be done" sort of thing.
 
Via, you reacted to posts about setting your lyrics to music with "praying hands". Does this mean you are praying that we will put them to music, or praying because you're not sure? Kinda "Thy will be done" sort of thing.
i'm praying to see if the man down the road can put my guitar strings on next week becayse i cant do it lol

other than that, i dont think any of those i would make a tune up to. although you can have a go by all means haha
 
Flowers Talk and
Living in an empty field It’s kinda not so strange;

How The withered flowers that once grew wild have been crumpled under The Only One Still Stands Strong.

There is No water so how do You grow?

Butterflies can go for miles with a reason to fly.

Whilst I mourn back and forth for something new.

Something to hold onto.

Of All the Scents You gave that I could live off,

You still bring to my mind

that cosy lifeline I long up crawling back to after the storm has passed.

Flower Of Hope, Your the One
The only One Now who can remind me that

You really do love me.
 
Flowers Talk and
Living in an empty field It’s kinda not so strange;

How The withered flowers that once grew wild have been crumpled under The Only One Still Stands Strong.

There is No water so how do You grow?

Butterflies can go for miles with a reason to fly.

Whilst I mourn back and forth for something new.

Something to hold onto.

Of All the Scents You gave that I could live off,

You still bring to my mind

that cosy lifeline I long up crawling back to after the storm has passed.

Flower Of Hope, Your the One
The only One Now who can remind me that

You really do love me.

Hello Via and everyone;

Reading about Flowers Talk reminded me of everyone's posts of their love for plants, pet animals and wild animals.


I have a question.

Do you all believe that God speaks to plants and animals? We hear how a dog or dolphin save people. Or how a wild beast will care for another baby animal that is stranded instead of eating them. We read how God will use a flower or tree to react when they are spoken to?

Pray tell, what art thou thoughts?
 
Hello Via and everyone;

Reading about Flowers Talk reminded me of everyone's posts of their love for plants, pet animals and wild animals.


I have a question.

Do you all believe that God speaks to plants and animals? We hear how a dog or dolphin save people. Or how a wild beast will care for another baby animal that is stranded instead of eating them. We read how God will use a flower or tree to react when they are spoken to?

Pray tell, what art thou thoughts?
Yeah, in one way, He speaks to His creation by imbedding in them the things they need.
But when it comes to unusual activities that animals (and possibly plants) do that is out of the ordinary which appears to go against their nature, we like this. i cannot explain it but i certainly like to believe they can empathise, especially if they are not in any need at the time.
 
Hello Via and everyone; Reading about Flowers Talk reminded me of everyone's posts of their love for plants, pet animals and wild animals. I have a question. Do you all believe that God speaks to plants and animals? We hear how a dog or dolphin save people. Or how a wild beast will care for another baby animal that is stranded instead of eating them. We read how God will use a flower or tree to react when they are spoken to? Pray tell, what art thou thoughts?

Specifically, only between plants and animals, does God speak to them? I was thinking about this a few days ago.

What are other's thoughts?
 
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