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Crucified

Contributed by weepingprophet on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 09:19:43 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



hills of laughter
her footsteps forever embedded
the weeds and flowers
living and dying
the dead offering to the living
bowed at the hands of fate
the hills overgrown with desire
where the strong feast
the weak serve

traces of wounding echo
through the canyons
the surrounding hills
in their beauty
where she lay is rot
the cycle of deliverance
nothing left but mud
the simple weeds that remain
to haunt the deed

where the destroyer strives
the giver surrenders
those that see good
produce evil
abolish the thought
of good intentions
the hills of laughter
weep

in the wake of the bloodless sacrifice
the pain of the act that divides
the strong from the weak
the destroyer
from the giver
is amplified
personified in her name
she is innocence
killed a long time ago
on the eve of human desire

the weeds overtook the hill
devoured her beauty
the destroyer chased her
through the thorns
through the daisies
and she unknowing of evil
believed nothing of harm

who killed sweet innocence
on the eve of human desire
who mourns the hill of laughter
the destroyer of the righteous

on the hill rose three crosses
this is no bloodless sacrafice
these bodies unrecognizable
He rose her from the grave
gave her life
and in her name He was crucified




Copyright © weepingprophet ... [ 2005-01-07 21:19:43]
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Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 09:22:07 PM AEST
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Very impressed right now with you..


Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by weepingprophet on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 09:31:27 PM AEST
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at the top it was supposed to say this as the description
~this is not belief, this is agony. You ask "what for" and i place your hand on my chest, can you feel my heart beating? I'd surrender every beat of this emptiness to comprehend. i can't. this is choice and we are choosing~


p.s.
afterdark: thank you for your comment

~who will heed the only hope, there is a thin line between nothing and everything~weepingprophet


Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 10:18:22 PM AEST
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Why isn't this under dark poetry? it sounds dark to me? Am I wrong?


Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by faith_my_eyes on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 11:07:07 PM AEST
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this poem is so beautiful, a very unique and personal depiction of Christ's sacrifice for us. autumngreeneyes thinks this is dark... the deed was dark, but it brings light... I say well done.


Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 11:59:09 PM AEST
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very nice. i loved the last line. powerful.


Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by weepingprophet on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 02:04:54 PM AEST
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this is a depiction, an imbelishment of a thought. Some drifting words that took form on this screen, the meaning is obsolete in my eyes. I wrote from curiosity, from burden. These are words, nothing more. Dark, light, take them as you will. I mean only what i say, and i tell you, i am a wanderer, a hopeless only searching for something to divide my nothing from my everything.

thank you all for your comments and your opinions.

~the truth is, truth is a concept an idea that we all cling to for answers. truth in itself is a question, asking what are lies?~weepingprophet


Re: Crucified (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchyk on Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 08:48:42 PM AEST
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I agree w/ those above, very powerful, and i liked how you described what truth is in the the comments.




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