Unseen Angels: Slaughtered Heart

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Slaughtered Heart

I died the moment you left me,
mind and soul gone with dust,
I cried the moment you stabbed me,
with a emotion like a knife of rust...
I sighed with concern about your life,
how you going to live without me?
I lied to myself you were going through no strife..
but you didnt, you showed me...

How can encrusted depression hurt so much on me,
mind and soul gone with dust...
How can you leave me after you died the last time,
that we touched?

I guess I sit here another sad day.....but then YOU
showed me wrong,
the moment I found God it took your vision along...
along with the dust...
along with the knife, caked with gruesome rust..
along with the wind,
and away from me....

Im so glad you are gone and He took your place...

now i'm free.

5 comments:

WOW said...: Hello
Well today I logged on and first went to my facebook then I came here and BOOM new pic AND poem AND song....awesome!!!! Love the poem ....no dah...but now that I know your backround a bit better I understand your poems even better.
How many books have you written and how many poems???
The other day I used your photo tips Thanks they turned out fairly good.(for once)=)
molley; June 25, 2009 at 12:09 AM
Adam said...: Molly:
Lol Wow, haha...thanks...and I am glad the tips worked for you. The new poem wasnt good to me, I wrote it in the mist of drama around...so, it didnt turn out.
I have written two novels before, and a poetry book. I told you in about me...
Thanks for your kind comment.
Oh yeah, soon i'm getting Red Room published!!; June 25, 2009 at 9:34 AM
Me.....again said...: I love the end of this poem ..."I'm so glad you are gone and He took your place...."
Now if it is not a secret were do you get your poems published at? And is your poetry book published? because if it is I will have to locate a copy =)
I have to admit this is not my favorite poem either but i still like it my favorite is "Red Room"
I noticed you like Twilight, why?
A good story or good writing?(both)
My favorite poem is the whole world is "Solitude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1855-1915)
Do you have a favorite poem???; June 25, 2009 at 2:43 PM
Adam said...: Molly:

thanks, I like the ending too, i'm going to work on the middle, it wasn't good. Sorry, it is a secret, and no I havent published that book yet. I like Twilight because, well, I thought it was a intresting movie. Solitude is my fav too!!!
P.S. Why you like my blog and comment so much?
Email me, it's georgeadam81@yahoo.com; June 25, 2009 at 4:42 PM
fish feeder said...: Ok
I e-mailed you. Hope to hear from you soon. In short I like your blog because it's good. (simple,short and sweet.)
And I think I am the only one feeding the fish!!!!! =)
Molley; June 28, 2009 at 10:25 AM

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Seeking....

My breath so tender, wondering in the world
of blue, trailing out of the hole of my mouth,
seeking truth out of sticky glue.
I see a world fallen down to it's knees, to some
antichrist I know.....this is the reason that I
bleed....tears seeping from within my soul.
I know this world, is so full of pain, in the mist
of things are snares. I know this world,
so much evil you could gain, is a world that
Christains are rare.
Help me Lord, to rise me up, help me to seek further
truth. I need help so desperately, because Satan: you have
me glued.
Glued to the sin of the world, I know, it's very, very
sad. I never thought about what I have now, could be
so less than what I had.
Sin is nothing more, than a sip of cold beer, fresh taste
leaves you so happy, than the aftermath leads you to tears.
But the aftermath of this poem that I write, gains in me
a spirit.....I know writing this is a gift to my God calling for
help, if I listen close, I can hear it.
Now i'm so full of contempment, I plead to my God for
forgivness. Guess what, he gave it to me.....and
the sin in the world.....I can leave all this!!!

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Choice

A tear seeps from my red eye,
unto the land underneath my feet.
As I stand in torment in vicious blood,
I knew I had to face who I was going to meet.
My life now was never what I thought,
as I stood then just then, aftermath of every
temtation I had faced, each and every bloody sin.
Eyes were red with fire, as I gazed the gory beast,
standing before me with demons behind him,
each one ready for a human feast.
"Come, my child, come unto my name, deny the
man called Christ, deny his name....."
My mind didn't know what to do, I knew this so called
God was true, but even though I understood his grace,
and knew his face, to deny his name, is just a question
I cant place or do.
The beast before me suddenly changed, his whole monstrous
form turned into a human with a hansome face.
All the fire and demons around him, vansihed out of sight,
I could hear them screaming into silent, back in the black
of night.
Suddenly I felt peace with this thing, first a monster, then
a humanbeing. He wrappped his arm around me, with a
smile of an angel, I felt a precence of comfurt with this man
named Satan, a inner feeling untangled.
He said with a voice so soft: "My son, please beleive in me,
please beleive in my name, if you deny Christ for me, just
for me, think of all the peace you can gain...."
My mind was still unclear, thinking about the monster that
he once had been, thinking if he was telling the truth
of enternal peace, enternal peace with him?
I knew before this all happened, I knew God was right beside my heart, I knew I could turn to Him for anything, I knew he and me would never be apart. But now my mind is wondering, wondering is this man named Satan is true, I have heard about a place called hell, a place where demons damn truth.
Suddenly, outside the cacoon I was in with his arms wrapped
around me tight, I felt something above me, smiling down
at me with light.
I looked up, and far away I could see, was a little man in golden glow, a man of eternity, a man of light.
I knew then I was feeling more peace with that little man, than with Satan himself, so then with a smile I eyed the devil,
and denied his name to hell.
Just then, thinking I could now have more peace in my heart, Satan in rage turned to his monstrous form, demons coming back to me hungry, in a cloudy black storm.
Satan jammed me with his green bloody claws, his teeth in roaring along with his eyes, each razor sharp point stabbing my face with a horrible surprise.
Demons began nawing on my feet, everyone of them I could hear stomach's grow, each one was enjoying their feast, as then Satan to the night, howled.
As pain shot through my whole body, a pain no human should feel, I was thinking then I made a mistake, I should've taken anothing hill.
After they chewed off my legs, I cried out to God, just to walk beside him out of hell, but now my legs were both gone, I feel like now i'm being jailed.
After five minutes of gory torment, suddenly Satan made his last stab, and then it killed me instantly, I have nothing in my life now compared to what I had.
After dreary thoughts swarm my head, my body light as a feather, I opened my eyes suddenly, and now I stood in awe at heaven.
After embracing my God with joy, I quickly turned away after I understood, when he wasn't there for me to follow, out of hell after I accepted him like I should.
After a comfurting embrace, by those strong heavenly arms, he whispered to my ear: "My son, you are in no harm, because when you were going through torment, like any other person in the world, when you thought you couldn't follow me out of it, and your mind swirled--"
I intruppted him by giving him a hug, something no
sinner would do.
He smiled and hugged me and fisnished his word. "because when you were lost and seeking my footprints, it was then, that I carried you...."

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