The Burning Flame

I've always looked at her as moral human being, never have I thought
this is who she was.
Blinded I've accepted every lie she has told me,
I could see her being envious towards other women in my life,
Always finding ways to get my mind to her, using sexual desires to make me lust after her body.
With greed I've entertained the thoughts that I wanted more of her,
Without  a question I could never understand what's the deal with her.
At times her raging anger would come to the surface as it would
always attack me without thinking
to put a stop to my own mind I attack her with the same words that utters from her mouth.
There are no guarantees that in life we would fall down and commit certain sins that could be the end to our spirit;
the flesh takes over as its pride needed to be pat on the back to make it feel good.
Yet it’s all in securities that we want to hide from the person we thought we knew.
It's written in proverbs that there are six things God hates,
That he detest most of all,
'Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood,  a heart that devises wicked schemes, 

feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies'.
If we knew what we've sinned can our lives be changed if we admit to
what we've done unto others?
To keep a clean heart don't be envious towards your fellow men,
don’t look with lusted eyes at another man's wife.
Don't be greedy to have more wealth than what you can't inquire.
Live with souls free of the seven sins
that can ruin your souls.

Poetry Picnic Week 26: Seven Deadly Sins

 

Angel of Death

Angel of Death

She strikes only when the darkness needs to be prevailing.

She is the chosen one,

The blood of the lion flows through her veins.

His strength beats in her heart,

His spirit resides within her.

Deep within her subconscious

She’s crying out for salvation.

There is no salvation without suffering.

She’s not like the other angels,

She’s unique in her own way.

She has a specific purpose.

They say death draw nears

Your life flashes pass your eyes.

Your job is to take these memories

And store them within your sythe.

Even though you cant determine

The person’s death.

You job is to guide the soul to the next realm.

It’s like hearing the beating of her wings

As she sets her sights on her quest.

Do not be scared because she’s here

To bring the dying to there final destination.

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved.

Picnic Poetry Week #3, Free Verse Week!!

Exhaustion

Exhaustion              

Tired, weary eyes walking around,

The life I have come to live

In the darkness just me and you

As I lay awake talking to you,

I beg you even, kissing your feet.

Just an hour or maybe two

I start to get greedy, because

I know you are laughing.

My body is slowly drifting away.

Another place darkness succumb

As I hear the windy trees against

My windowsills.

Why again, you don’t want to leave.

Abide by the rules I toss and turn.

The pain in my back, the pain in my sides.

Goodness me I keep thinking I’m dying,

Self-consciously talking to you,

Like you a somebody.

You’ve got a hold on my sleep,

My achy body isn’t even functioning.

To fight you off.

I am going to get you one of these days.

If only it was true because tonight,

You right back taking my sleep.

Telling me have fun, exhaustion takes over me.

Copyright C Davids 14/04/2011


I am sitting with this daily...I have not had any sleep in days....I hope it change the minute my mind shuts off....To give me peace of mind..

Poetry Potluck Week#40 : "Void, Loneliness and Sorrow".... Don't be too sad though..  Just join us..and fight this fear together.

Double Persona

Double Persona

She walks through valleys

Walking hard to keep

Her secrets hidden from the world

Afraid, alone and fearful of what may happen.

She walks around with a double persona.

She’s in love with someone, or so she thinks,

But in her world she isn’t meant to be with

This person not allowed being who she is.

So she goes on websites to create this version

Of whom she really is,

Her heart is so soft and gentle,

But yet if you look deep within her

She is trying too hard to be happy

With who she and also trying to hold onto

The life that everyone in her world is used too.

The girl who is strong and always fighting to be who she is,

But yet deep down she is hiding her through persona.

Don’t be afraid of what’s inside

You feel the weight of the lies and the contradictions

You live with daily,

If only she can rewrite the role she live day to day,

If she ever wants to be her, she has to shed the armour

And start loving herself, for who she is,

No lying and hiding behind that mask,

Of being someone she is not, because living with a double persona,

Feels like dying.

Copyright C Davids, 05/04/2011

Monster

Monster

Deep within me hides a monster

A person that can’t control the world at bay

The secret side within me

I never let people see this side

I keep it locked under the layers of my heart.

Sometimes I can’t control it,

Sometimes it comes out without me noticing

So I warn you all stay away from me,

The beast within me is ugly.

The rage within me can’t be controlled

I feel it; I just can’t hold it in

It’s scratching my walls,

The lock is busy breaking in the halls

It waking up,

I am at war with myself,

I can’t keep it in,

Hidden passages are starting to break down.

Why won’t somebody come and save me from this?

Make it end.

Its just beneath the skin, I must confess that I

Feel like a monster, I hate what I have become

The nightmares just begun.

The monster its razor sharp as I am hiding in the dark

There’s no escape for me

It wants my soul, I’m losing myself my faith is growing weaker.

It wants my heart, how can I give up this fight,

Loved ones don’t hear me scream

Maybe I am stuck in this dream,

Dark walls suffocating me

Or maybe it’s inside me,

Stop the monster from taking me back.

Save me, save me from the darkness,

The clouds breaking thunder from outside the room,

I fall to bended knees, asking Him up above,

To save me once more from this monster that’s

Busy taking over my life.

Hiding, crying, broken, alone, numb, disappointment,

Anger, fear, depression, that is my monster.

Copyright C Davids,2011

The Rain is falling down

The Rain is falling down

The rain is falling down

And you stand there not moving,

Your tears are burning your cheeks,

But if you show them your weakness

They laugh at you seeing you just a fake.

Lost and alone she is in this world

Trying to find herself,

She fights daily this inner battle,

Guarding her heart from those whose hurt her,

She gives up and lies down not fight for what she deserves,

Drowning in her sorrow, she tried to reach out,

But it just came crashing down on her

She stands through her pain,

Wanting a helping hand,

But how can she when the pain she is living

With is drowning her battle to be alive

To walk with her head held high and make

Use of what’s left of this world.

Her face up to the clouds

Water crashing down,

She falls to her knees,

The tears never stopping burning her face,

Asking for penitence, laying her heart out

Trying to get her life,

To stop the fears that is whispering in her ear,

With holding her from the peace,

That she deserves, stand up they say,

Chanting lift up your head, stop the tears from falling,

But they just don’t know what she is wrestling with,

The hurt, the anger, the pain, the love lost.

God please through all this pain, the weakness within her,

Give her strength make her see that what’s lost can be found.

This is a girl, who is trying so hard to face life daily,

Being the good person she is, but people break her down,

Taking and taking from her, never receiving,

Here she is God wanting to change her frown into a smile.

She wants to be found; the only way is stop running away.

Copyright C Davids, 2011


Poetry Potluck week 34

This is for my entry for Short Story Slam #3 Thanks for the Award