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  • angelique_of_the_damned44
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    • Jun 2007
    • 48

    #1

    Lament

    Lament

    I have walked through life,
    Never realizing my true role.
    I’ve lived, I’ve loved,
    I’ve given my heart and soul,
    But I’ve never felt real inside.

    And now, waiting for death, I wonder:
    Is this who I am?
    Is this who I’ve become?
    Have I deceived myself of the truth?

    Questions that are too late to be answered
    Must never be uttered at all.

    I sit in darkness
    Wondering about reality
    For eternity.

    -----
    This is the first poem I've written in about a year, so it might not be my best.
    The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.
  • Mrs. Rogers
    compassion personified
    True Christian™
    • Sep 2006
    • 2692

    #2
    Re: Lament

    Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
    I sit in darkness
    Wondering about reality
    For eternity.
    My dear, may I suggest you switch on a light and crack open a KJV, instead of navel-gazing in the gloom. There's nothing quite like reading a few chapters of the LORD's Book when one needs cheering up!
    Last edited by Mrs. Rogers; 06-20-2007, 06:32 AM.
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    • The Jabba Master
      TRUE Star Wars fanboy™
      Forum Member
      • Jun 2007
      • 250

      #3
      Re: Lament

      Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
      Lament

      I have walked through life,
      Never realizing my true role.
      I’ve lived, I’ve loved,
      I’ve given my heart and soul,
      But I’ve never felt real inside.

      And now, waiting for death, I wonder:
      Is this who I am?
      Is this who I’ve become?
      Have I deceived myself of the truth?

      Questions that are too late to be answered
      Must never be uttered at all.

      I sit in darkness
      Wondering about reality
      For eternity.

      -----
      This is the first poem I've written in about a year, so it might not be my best.
      Vary well done forget what Mrs. Rogers said its perfect the way it is
      Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
      Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
      Jedi respect all life, in any form.
      Jedi serve others rather then ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
      Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.

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      • WickedWitch
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        • Jan 2007
        • 1366

        #4
        Re: Lament

        Nice, I like it.
        This space is reserved for posting KJV Scripture ONLY. --ADMIN

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        • angelique_of_the_damned44
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          • Jun 2007
          • 48

          #5
          Re: Lament

          Thank you.
          I have some of my other poems saved to my computer if you would like to read those. (I wrote them a long time ago, but I still think they're pretty good.)
          The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

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          • Pastor Ezekiel
            Putting the "stud" back in Bible Study
             
            • Sep 2006
            • 78556

            #6
            Re: Lament

            Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
            Thank you.
            I have some of my other poems saved to my computer if you would like to read those. (I wrote them a long time ago, but I still think they're pretty good.)
            No thanks. Mindless, rambling poetry written by a 44 year old hag whining about how pointless her life is.....no thanks, really.
            Who Will Jesus Damn?

            Here is a partial list from just a few scripture verses:

            Hypocrites (Matthew 24:51), The Unforgiving (Mark 11:26), Homosexuals (Romans 1:26, 27), Fornicators (Romans 1:29), The Wicked (Romans 1:29), The Covetous (Romans 1:29), The Malicious (Romans 1:29), The Envious (Romans 1:29), Murderers (Romans 1:29), The Deceitful (Romans 1:29), Backbiters (Romans 1:30), Haters of God (Romans 1:30), The Despiteful (Romans 1:30), The Proud (Romans 1:30), Boasters (Romans 1:30), Inventors of evil (Romans 1:30), Disobedient to parents (Romans 1:30), Covenant breakers (Romans 1:31), The Unmerciful (Romans 1:31), The Implacable (Romans 1:31), The Unrighteous (1Corinthians 6:9), Idolaters (1Corinthians 6:9), Adulterers (1Corinthians 6:9), The Effeminate (1Corinthians 6:9), Thieves (1Corinthians 6:10), Drunkards (1Corinthians 6:10), Reviler (1Corinthians 6:10), Extortioners (1Corinthians 6:10), The Fearful (Revelation 21:8), The Unbelieving (Revelation 21:8), The Abominable (Revelation 21:8), Whoremongers (Revelation 21:8), Sorcerers (Revelation 21:8), All Liars (Revelation 21:8)

            Need Pastoral Advice? Contact me privately at PastorEzekiel@landoverbaptist.net TODAY!!

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            • Rachael Van Helsing
              HEATHEN — Suspected Witch
              • Sep 2006
              • 5131

              #7
              Re: Lament

              Originally posted by Pastor Ezekiel View Post
              No thanks. Mindless, rambling poetry written by a 44 year old hag whining about how pointless her life is.....no thanks, really.
              Meet Pastor Ezekiel, wearer of the 'MEANie and proud!' Badge.

              Not every poem needs to be about people being in love with jeebuz.
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              Wake up and smell the 21st Century!!

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              • angelique_of_the_damned44
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                • Jun 2007
                • 48

                #8
                Re: Lament

                Originally posted by Pastor Ezekiel View Post
                No thanks. Mindless, rambling poetry written by a 44 year old hag whining about how pointless her life is.....no thanks, really.
                I'm NOT a 44 year old hag and not all of my poems are like that. I have some very uplifting poems, as well.
                The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

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                • The Jabba Master
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                  Forum Member
                  • Jun 2007
                  • 250

                  #9
                  Re: Lament

                  Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
                  I'm NOT a 44 year old hag and not all of my poems are like that. I have some very uplifting poems, as well.
                  Forget him wright whats in your heart what they think matters not its what you bring in your being that matters
                  Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
                  Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
                  Jedi respect all life, in any form.
                  Jedi serve others rather then ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
                  Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.

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                  • Brother Temperance
                    Senior Usher
                    True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
                    A very nice young man
                    True Christian™
                    • Sep 2006
                    • 15621

                    #10
                    Re: Lament

                    Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
                    I sit in darkness
                    Wondering about reality
                    For eternity.
                    That must get pretty dull after a while. I mean, I can see the appeal of sitting in darkness wondering about reality for a half-hour or so, but wouldn't you want to go for a snack or something after that? And what happens when you need the toilet? Do you just go where you are, or do you try and find your way to the toilet in the dark while still contemplating reality?
                    This is the first poem I've written in about a year, so it might not be my best.
                    I do hope not.
                    Originally posted by Pastor Ezekiel View Post
                    No thanks. Mindless, rambling poetry written by a 44 year old hag whining about how pointless her life is.....no thanks, really.
                    Please, she's explained. She's not 44; she just caught her man in the "44" position with another woman and decided it'd make a nifty addition to her already ridiculous name. Go figure.
                    Originally posted by The Jabba Master View Post
                    Forget him wright whats in your heart what they think matters not its what you bring in your being that matters
                    I couldn't make much sense of that, but surely her problem is that what she brings in her being is also useless twaddle?
                    O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



                    God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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                    • Talitha
                      Deaconess
                      Gracious, genteel, kind, tender, and warm True Christian™ Sister
                      True Christian™
                      • Oct 2026
                      • 15118

                      #11
                      Re: Lament

                      Originally posted by Brother Temperance View Post
                      That must get pretty dull after a while. I mean, I can see the appeal of sitting in darkness wondering about reality for a half-hour or so, but wouldn't you want to go for a snack or something after that? And what happens when you need the toilet? Do you just go where you are, or do you try and find your way to the toilet in the dark while still contemplating reality?

                      I do hope not.
                      Praise The Lord Brother Temperance.
                      Another reason why our True Christian™ Faith is SO much better than the many false beliefs.
                      A reality based on The King James Bible is far easier than having to work it out from "Theory" based on Scientists and their Monkey-Worshipping followers.

                      Sister Talitha

                      Markswoman, Circumcisionist, Platinum Tither.


                      HE took the damsel by the hand, and said unto her, Talitha Cumi; which is,
                      being interpreted, Damsel, I say unto thee, arise!...Mark 5:41



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                      • angelique_of_the_damned44
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                        • Jun 2007
                        • 48

                        #12
                        Re: Lament

                        Originally posted by Brother Temperance View Post
                        That must get pretty dull after a while. I mean, I can see the appeal of sitting in darkness wondering about reality for a half-hour or so, but wouldn't you want to go for a snack or something after that? And what happens when you need the toilet? Do you just go where you are, or do you try and find your way to the toilet in the dark while still contemplating reality?

                        I do hope not.

                        Please, she's explained. She's not 44; she just caught her man in the "44" position with another woman and decided it'd make a nifty addition to her already ridiculous name. Go figure.
                        Okay. I can see that people are a bit confused about the "darkness" that I'm referring to in the poem. So, I'll explain:
                        And now, waiting for death, I wonder:
                        "Waiting for death" aka "on my deathbed." So, "darkness" must mean... "death." So it means that I'll be looking back on my life wondering whether or not I had lived it well, even after death.

                        And, by the way, what exactly is the "44 position"? I've been using that number long before he cheated on me.
                        And what is it about my name that makes it so "ridiculous"?
                        The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

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                        • Brother Temperance
                          Senior Usher
                          True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
                          A very nice young man
                          True Christian™
                          • Sep 2006
                          • 15621

                          #13
                          Re: Lament

                          Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
                          "Waiting for death" aka "on my deathbed." So, "darkness" must mean... "death." So it means that I'll be looking back on my life wondering whether or not I had lived it well, even after death.

                          I think it's safe to say that once you're up to your neck in the Lake of Fire, bobbing around helplessly while demons fling faeces and broken glass in your face, you'll know that you didn't live your life very well.
                          And what is it about my name that makes it so "ridiculous"?
                          Where do I start?
                          O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



                          God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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                          • angelique_of_the_damned44
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                            • Jun 2007
                            • 48

                            #14
                            Re: Lament

                            Originally posted by Brother Temperance View Post
                            [/size]Where do I start?
                            Start your explaination from wherever you'd like.
                            I would like to know.
                            The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

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                            • Brother Temperance
                              Senior Usher
                              True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
                              A very nice young man
                              True Christian™
                              • Sep 2006
                              • 15621

                              #15
                              Re: Lament

                              Originally posted by angelique_of_the_damned44 View Post
                              Start your explaination from wherever you'd like.
                              I would like to know.
                              1) The affectation of Europeanising your name. Do you think it makes you look cultured or what? It looks about as dignified as if you called yourself "applique of the doomed"
                              2) The name itself. Do you actually mean anything by it, or did you just think "hey, angelique_of_the_damned44 sounds sort of paradoxical and doesn't make much sense, just like liberalism and Darwinism, so it must be cool"?
                              O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



                              God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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