Quiet Poetry Lounge : SoCIaL MArTyr-John 17:14!!!

AgAbus

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haiku


clipp'd wings we soar no-
more. plummet to grounds where we
give up society.




social martyr

is what they called me…
martyr for society
'cause there aint no mo
'stompin at the savoy,'
jive talkin' –‘ball-room dance-
like’ speeches.

we are done…
our wings clipp'd
we are no
longer social butterflies…
glitter'd and gay
buyin into lies as fly and smooth
as butter.


social martyr

is what they called me…
they say I'm condemned
'cause i refuse to go
along with every man's
common CONvoLUTED conventions;
i am
stigmatized 'cause
my breath reeks of fresh gospel…full grown,
and ripe word.

a martyr to society 'cause
ABBA, Daddy; he don't
allow no half-steppin'
don't allow no
jive excuses and
idle words…no faith without
works, no…foolishness.

social martyr

'cause though the feet of those
who carry the gospel are
beautiful…there
is a price to pay
for what we
carry…for
what we freely
preach.
see…
social martyr's
are ambassadors from HIS
land to this one
sent with spiritual immunity
and many times
we R
persecuted and stay
facing
attempted assassinations;
and risk getting’
caught up in various assignations…but still…
our feet are beautiful…
our mouths leak truth…
our bloodstreams carry HIS
distinctive strain,
life and spiritual progression
are ingrained
in our DNA…
but…
there still remains persecution…what
a price to pay.

salvation . free!
faith . free!
revelation knowledge, rank, weight, pull
in spiritual realms, and divine authority and
even wondering if my DADDY even LIKES
me?

there is a fee!

martyrdom…sometimes natural;
many times
spiritual.


social martyr
is what we are…feet
like hind's feet…always
treading above and walking on
the heights of
testing, trials and responsibilities;

social martyrs…withdrawn from
the plastic glamour of society
and
instead of preachin' fluff, stuff,
bling, good feelin's… nothing
substantial…just lies,
we deliver str8t up
truth…the word of God;
remedy
against deception that desires
complete, world-wide
supremacy.

we
embrace our
distinction…
peculiar and stranger
than most…
we
are the order
of
social martyrs.


buc’ii (333232313)

i tarry
in the sighs
of I AM's
breathe-i
fold his love
in mid-
streams of my
heart.
i speak HIM.




© 2008/ ‘el(OK)tio(NY)st’ Inc.
~AgAbus




 

asimplepoet

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I am so blessed to have the oppurtunity to be the first one to respond to this lyrical masterpiece...You really nail this. It captures the experience of the "nobody" striving to tell everybody about somebody that can save anybody. Dang!!! There's nothing left to say but Amen and job :welldone:
 

watzinaname

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The truth isn't lit up on a marquee surrounded by neon lights. It's laying in a field somewhere, many pass it, usually don't even give it a second glance, and if they did, would they even recognize it? Fathoms deep poet.
 
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