prose/poetic ramblings?

[Xian Pugilist]

WHy not have a place to put some thoughts on here....

The postings below are mine. I share them with you on the site. I reserve the rights to them, and ask for credit for them if you use them on a site or something. You may not take them and publish them and make money from them unless you give me 85% of it. :P

Not that anyone on here could do that with them anyway.... Nothing that special.

But they are some thoughts/ prayers nearly I've jotted down in the past.

enjoy and bring your thoughts to the table.

[Xian Pugilist]

Chained to a rock; bound to the world
Born to this life; with no where to go.
What can I do to escape this pain
Of capture and slavery repeating again.

The world owned me
I thought it was home
I was set free
To choose on my own
I found a new house
Built on a rock
And it shelters me
Protecting its flock.

From out of the womb God spoke to me
He walked on earth so I could be freed.
Lashed to a tree; to reverse the curse
Showed me LIFE and how to find rebirth

He shattered the rock and freed me from chains
So I could be free from death’s filthy stain.
This freedom I hold that nourishes my soul
Is not mine to own but his gift I behold.

Living for me, conflicts with his goal
Its not my life to live but my life he must own
When I’m in control on the wide path I flee
With total surrender HE lives in me.

The sparrow has clothes and is being fed
The flower grows strong planted in the right bed
The wind blows the bird its path coming clear
Returning it home where it is held dear.

[Xian Pugilist]

Chained to a rock; bound to the world
Born to this life; with no where to go.
What can I do to escape this pain
Of capture and slavery repeating again.

The world owned me
I thought it was home
I was set free
To choose on my own
I found a new house
Built on a rock
And it shelters me
Protecting its flock.

From out of the womb God spoke to me
He walked on earth so I could be freed.
Lashed to a tree; to reverse the curse
Showed me LIFE and how to find rebirth

He shattered the rock and freed me from chains
So I could be free from death’s filthy stain.
This freedom I hold that nourishes my soul
Is not mine to own but his gift I behold.

Living for me conflicts with his goal
Its not my life to live but my life he must own
When I’m in control on the wide path I flee
With total surrender it’s HE who lives in me.

The sparrow has clothes and is being fed
The flower grows strong planted in the right bed
The wind blows the bird its path coming clear
Returning it home where it is held dear.

[Xian Pugilist]

Dear Father God
Please bless my soul

Dear Adonai
Please make me whole

Put your Holy hands
On this broken mold

Knead me so there’s
Beauty to behold

Please give me strength
Make my vision sure

Guide me on your road
And make me pure.

I’ll be the vessel
to carry your water

To thirsty masses
So they won’t falter

If it’s your will Lord
Let it be done

You’re holy, righteous
Let us be ONE

[Xian Pugilist]

I am here.
I am now.
Hear me sing
HERE ME SHOUT!
I I I I ME ME ME
Here I am lord can’t you see!

Just learn to find the message,
Learn to hear the mood,
Seek His answer faithfully,
Lose that attitude.

Just shut up and Listen,
Find the silence that you lack,
Lose the worlds distractions
Give your busy life back.

Do you fit into HIS world?
Or does He fight to fit in yours.
Who sets all the standards?
Is it him? Or empty words.

Do you believe the promise,
God gave thru Him.
That if we just believe,
We’ll never live a life that’s dim?

Just shut up and Listen,
Find the silence that you lack,
Lose the worlds distractions
Give your busy life back.

Do you pray to praise him?
Or request attention please?
Do you stand by his decision?
Or do you change like autumn leaves?

Righteous is the Owner
Of all the lands we know,
We are here to serve his sheep,
So that He can watch them grow.

Do we produce the clouds,
That cleanse the world with rain?
Do we seek to have authority,
Over our Lords Demesnes?

Just shut up and Listen,
Find the silence that you lack,
Lose the worlds distractions
Give your busy life back.

Do we control the oceans,
And the tides that proudly roar?
Would we change their direction
Because we thought that we knew more?

Do we battle with submission,
Admitting he is right.
Watching our lives in darkness
Bereft of holy light?

I am here.
I am now.
Here me sing,
HERE ME SHOUT!
I I I I ME ME ME
Here I am lord can’t you see!

I work for you LORD,
I gave my life.
I gave you Sundays,
I give you Tithe!

All I ask God
Is one more thing,
Answer my prayer lord
You are the King!

Don’t fail me now GOD!
You are all of ALL!
You have the power,
And you made us small.

You said you’d help us
In our time of need
Please God for me,
Do this one more deed?

Just shut up and Listen,
Find the silence you lack,
Lose the worlds distractions
Give your life back.

I gave you submission,
And Sunday’s and tithes.
All you wanted was surrender
And the rest of my life.

He said if you would be perfect,
There is one thing more,
Give away your old life,
Come to me and be reborn!

[Xian Pugilist]

Surrender

Lord guide my life today
Let my choices be true
Let my temptations make
My faith stronger in you

Give me wisdom Lord
With faith in your plan
To learn the trials I face
Make a better man

When I follow your path
Your Spirit guides me
To find stones of truth
Across a troubled sea

We go to a place
Only yours call home
A kingdom of love
Where no sin can roam

When I was born anew
I sought salvation Lord
Your love appealed to me
Although the way was hard

You called my name that day
I felt the lion’s roar
Exhilaration inside
To escape sins I wore

I didn’t know what it meant
That flutter in my heart
Love, peace, and joy you sent
The strength to do my part.

You sent a guiding light
A beacon in the dark
Christ your begotten son
Called me to do your work

Lord give me strength I beg
Let my actions be true
Sincerely living my life
To guide the lost to you

When I learn to love
The way you teach us Lord
No judgment passed through me
Living the gifts of your word

Not the words I speak
But the way I live
Please use my life Lord
It’s all I have to give.

Seek and you’ll see
Look and you’ll find
Ask the questions you need
And let the Lord provide

It’s not my life to live
Lord I’m only your tool
Put your hand on me
To help others know your Rule.

bd

[Xian Pugilist]

Surrendering


My lord my master
Dear friend and father,
Please take my heart
And make it new.
Adonai,
Lord of David
Please take my life
Make me your tool.
What have I to give
Please take it all
Have my life as yours’
For you I would live.


Who am I
Who am I to you
What do you see
What am I to you
Will MY image hold
Or will you paint anew?
Why can’t I be
What I want you to see?
I’m a broken lamp
My time has come
Lord be the wick
Who’s light shines through me!

[wildrow12]

How's this:

Life
Like a Hurricane
Here in
Duckburg

Racecars
Lasers, Airplanes, It's
a Duck-Blur
Might

Solve
a mystery or
rewrite history
ducktales

whoo
everyday they are
out there
making

ducktales
whoo. d-d-danger walks
behind you
theres

stranger
out to find you
what to
do

just
grab on to
some ducktales
whoo

not
ponytails or cottontails
ducktails whoo

I call it my "Ode to McDuck". What do you think?

[Xian Pugilist]

Quack!

heh.






How's this:

Life
Like a Hurricane
Here in
Duckburg

Racecars
Lasers, Airplanes, It's
a Duck-Blur
Might

Solve
a mystery or
rewrite history
ducktales

whoo
everyday they are
out there
making

ducktales
whoo. d-d-danger walks
behind you
theres

stranger
out to find you
what to
do

just
grab on to
some ducktales
whoo

not
ponytails or cottontails
ducktails whoo

I call it my "Ode to McDuck". What do you think?

[HELLBOY]

I find that reading literary criticism help my poems develop meaning. My favorites tend to be post modern poems, as in the incomparable Wallace Stevens, who I place at the top of the list.

I do have some poems of my own, but lately, my personal philosophy has changed so dramatically that they seem to me now - sophomoric.

WB Yeats - The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?