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Unravelled

Facing yourself
comes out of the blue
unexpected realities
that can no longer be buried,
sometimes just a word
a look
a small action
is the trigger 
stirring soul’s murky waters,
confronting the now
with the past
Habits and behaviours that 
evolved compressing
life and creativity with
expectations and frustrations,
bringing pain and eroding self
life collapsing
into survival mode,
stuck and trapped
derailed from destiny,
annoying mind threads
that keep tugging
pulling at awareness
unravelling
who we are.

God, where are you?

Starting Thoughts:
We can suddenly discover things about ourselves in a sound, voice, thought, image that triggers us and faces us with who we are. Do we like the person we meet? At these points in life, and I think we face them more than once, the questions come.
Poem Topic Tags: confronting, destiny, expectations, habits, identity, life, pain, reality, souls, survival, trapped
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unravelled_identity_christian_poetry_spoken_word

At War

God has seen it all
seasons of reason 
and unseasonable,
Death to life
he made the way
to know new love, rebirth
new life.
I am therefore a new creation -
that will never change.

And yet a war
battles within
urges and sugar
addictions and choices
habits and mind games
Ego is hardened 
to self and others
Wars sown into the future.

And God calls,
Live not by power
but by yielding to dynamic
free life -
the free perfect love.
sacrifice the past hurts
Set your heart
on glory above
renewed in the image
of Christ,
Live in the Spirit
as a new creation,
Start your day
Surrendered to His strength
Surrendered to his grace
Stronger in his Spirit,
Knowing
the Kingdom life
here and now.

Starting Thoughts: As believers (Christians) we are to know the infinity love, grace, Holy Spirit power as we yield to God daily and His will for us. How easy to say and hard to be, but the more our identity is in Christ the more likely we are to break the habits that make us less than who we are right now.
Poem Topic Tags: #creation, #freedom, #habits, #heart, #kingdom, #life, #new, #power, #seasons, #spirit, #surrendered, #war
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Daily surrender to the will of God brings us release and identity poetry spoken word

Return

We join the circling
packs of jackals
Roving in minds
returning again 
and again
to the carrion 
of destructive thoughts,
Snarling in defence
grinning in mangy confidence
growling fangs of attack,
scavenging pride
in the face
of our own disaster
in defiance
of reality.

Starting Thoughts: Sometimes we are slowly, willingly trapped in a circle of destructive thoughts, small choices dwelt on that lead us to places we don't want to go - but do!
Poem Topic Tags: #destruction, #facades, #false, #habits, #minds, #pride, #secrets, #selfharm, #thinking, #thoughts
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken word poem on the destructive thinking we can have

Starting Over

I wear a habit
Or is it the habit
that wearies me?
like our world
that whirlwinds
revolving histories
of war, prejudice, greed,
increasing rootless change
lost and moving values,
the same stealth spiraling
tunnels disintegrate my life,
mind tears,
Contained at first within me
Pieces of my soul
torn again,
floating on self sabotage,
habits creeping wreckage
Doubt, lack of something,
Fear and flight
take pains deeper.

Then despite my careful facade
trying to hide the turmoil,
The clawing winds
Escape through
My body, eyes, mouth
Starting destruction
around me,
In people and places I move
Driving deeper
turmoil, addictions within me
All for self
never good enough
but self important
choosing a world of
Wild Tornadoes.
I ask what do I value?
How can I change?
Do I want to change?

Replacing the old for the new
Knowing I'm not alone;
I go after Him.
I kneel before the Father
Centered on Christ
Looking into His heart
Being with, abiding in Jesus,
I ask for His love
of endless depth to flow
rivers of cleansing life
to heart and soul,
becoming rooted
and established
in amazing love,
new foundations of openness
in God and others,
New depths of prayer,
real infused living,
I stand stronger
immersed in power of
divine spirit and mind,
I share my thoughts, desires
I pray for grace, boldness
I step
into the character
I want to own,
To honour God, others, myself
Sooner than ever before.

Bible Verse:1 Peter 5:10

Prompt
The whirlwinds that devastate our lives? Are they worth it?
Poem Tags
#action, #addictions, #cage, #change, #christian, #destruction, #facades, #fear, #god, #habits, #identity, #intimacy, #kneel, #momentsintime, #poem, #poetry, #promises, #published, #quiettime, #spokenword, #stillness, #time
Starting Over Christian Spoken Word POem

Click Bait

In the silent
hideouts,
lonely rooms,
tree-huts
sheds,
classrooms
churches
bus-stops,
a hidden screen,
an epidemic subsumes
minds and personalities,
dolphamine chemicals
rewriting brains
pushing intimacy away
into shame addictions
quick masturbations...

"Not a shame,”
pixel porn whispers, 
"freedom for
women's bodies to
do what they want",
and porn fuelled
sex trade
statistics
are blanked away,
pixel pain grows
stroking soft fingers
on the flesh
of your mind.
Steal a life
Steal a slave
trafficked porn sex.

A click away
from another victim
from a child kidnapped,
sex slaves
with seven years
death expectancy
exploited flesh
corrupted innocence.

Build a coliseum
fill it with the crowds
pay per view
and throw the
girls to the lions,
you scream for more
your thumb points down
and ad rates tick up.

So...
Why do you click
for death?
Her's quicker
your's slower.

Prompt
Is porn an epidemic? Harmful or just fun?
click_bait_sex_pornography_addiction Poetry

Fashion Prostitute

Kid laughter
Health and hopes
Young soul warmth
Memory smiles
in the eyes of a child.

This naivety
this innocence
now packaged by parents
dressing children
to kill it
as facades for
fashion sex,
stolen youth
sold to advertising,
Surface beauty
replacing parent duty,
Adult hopes
for beauty
pasted over
next generation trust,
Gluing sex 
to their minds
selling off
their future paths.

Turning children into
Barbie prostitutes.

Starting Thoughts: When we dress children with our own or media driven version of fashion that sexualises them, are we turning innocence into a fashion prostitute?
Poem Topic Tags: #childhood, #children, #fashions,
#innocence, #parenting, #play, #sex, #sexualisation, #trends
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Parents turning children into fashion prostitutes with clothes they wear spoken word poem
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