m.n.i.w

1900

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Medicine To The Soul

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just different

It's like medicine for the soul.

Music once sung to restore faith.

Like gospels being propelled high to the ears of the Lord.

Among the dark skies looked upon for hope to be restored.

Once a source of mental freedom for a short moment of time.

Enslaved by the world's cruelty

and a reality far too sublime.

The tears shed by eyes of sorrow and pain.

Pouring like waterfalls to their great disdain.

Mercy upon thy soul who's undeserved.

Degraded by complexion to those with vision blurred.

Melodies and lyrics sung high to reach beyond the clouds to the stars.

A destiny desired to be reached,

but a destiny too far.

Scarred by inhumanity in unjust ways.

Systematically plagued throughout history

and in the presence of today.

Can I sing to the heavens with a wretched voice?

Until angels lay by my bedside.

Loud enough until I can hear the demon's calls no more.

Can I sing to you Lord and

you will bless me with your grace?

Will that pour rain down from the clouds

and wash the many sins from this base.

They cease to fade.

The tones that were once in rhythm are no longer played.

Calls to faithful sunny skies have been casted to shade.

Prayers gone unanswered,

still living in the shadows.

The before drowned out callings are now heard loud and clear.

And the heavenly gospels I no longer hear.

Music of evils portrayed in evil ways.

Hope lost, faith gone astray.

Send an angel to sing to me

and bring back the light of my day.

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		DallasCowgirl says: Your pieces are all well written and very well captured. That is to be appreciated. Thanks for sharing!

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY m.n.i.w

Eulogy (the Language of Godd)

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4A.M. - Lyrics from 4A.M. (Freestyle)

But it's fine.

Still smiling when the hour flatline.

Still it's fine.

I jot about them bodies on these flat lines.

But it's fine.

What's that stinging in my chest?

Hardest challenge is giving up what I need for myself.

My heart split through hardships some call it heartless, but my heart print hardened through all the hearkened. Presently present. Still present when gone. With a presence effervescent. How couldn't I bomb?

Explode so gracefully, I hold these words sacredly.

Save a plate for me. I wrote this while the wake was ceased.

In the moments that they prayed right before the feast.

A bow wasn't paid cuz I sensed the seas.

Heard her voice singing softly as she cradled peace.

Washed me away. As the tears rose to knee.

Flooded softly. Drowned me in her weeds.

Entangled me as I soared to a higher a lea...

Passions of A Beast (Lyrics From Passions of a ...)

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Vacant Thrones

In her palm she held her destiny,

but in her mind she held an inevitable fate. The premonitions of all stereotypes seemed true

& too she believed. A jewel renowned jezebel. The hammer rang chimes and church bells,

but never whispered her name. She believes she was never a child of God, but of something more sinister.

It is he who holds the hammer. And who is she? A woman

with masculine and feminine role modeled fairy tales that never bothered to creep out of fantasy.

Her father was a rolling stone whom never bothered to play her tune, her mother more shadow than body,

but even in the light she faded. She held her body as a temple to be explored only by kings. For she was queen.

Why so many peasants explore her jewels like a vacant art exhibit? Explicit instructions to look but don't touch,

all her rules discounted and disregarded and she allowed it. Permitted hands

to become in...