Enemy – Mark Wayne – Author and 'Warrior Poet'

Just this… don’t believe the BULL$v+! LIES

May 23, 2020May 23, 2020 Mark Wayne

I admit in the time of uncertainty with the COVID-19 virus, stay at home orders, social distancing and the conflicting news reports I struggle with my own anxiety. Each day when I awake is another occasion to rise up as a warrior despite the fears that may come.

It is a time of not knowing what or who to believe. So, I will chose to put my trust in this…

And Jesus said to him, “‘If You can?’ All things are possible to him who believes.” ~Mark 9:23
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And if this is true, all things are possible, then I cry out with this refrain.

“I do believe; help my unbelief.” ~Mark 9:24
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The world tells us you to be, what to do and what say. The world lies because our enemy lies and we so easily believe those lies when we are called to be warriors.

In the words of John Lovell, founder of the Warrior Poet Society

Warrior Poets are those who train and fight for higher purpose. Warrior Poets become students of the art of war so that they may triumph when the enemy calls. ~John Lovell #WarriorPoetSociety #WPSN #Quote
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I have shed many tears over the years. Tears of sadness and heartbreak and tears of joy. Tears do not make one weak, they reveal our hearts.

Jesus wept. ~John 11:35
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Here’s to the fighters, the dreamers, the doers and those who will stand up. May we all find ourselves strengthen during this time and at all times. May we seek those who are hurting and reach out a hand. May we rest in the promises of the one who is yet to come.

Do not hide who you were created to be and do not let the world break you, for you are so much more than ordinary! ~M #Quote #Motivation #Encouragement #WarriorPoet
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God, Poetry

No more, time to raise a hallelujah!

April 3, 2019 Mark Wayne

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. ~John 10:10

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople

Poetry

The Dragon

August 28, 2015 Mark Wayne

never out loud
i learned to scream
only inside my head

gripped by fear
of waking the dragon
that now believed me dead

silently i lay
in the cold and black
feeling terror and dread

dreams of escape
filled the lonely hours
while lying in the demons bed

hope and light
seemed so far away
those words long ago said

destined to live
so i firmly believed
upon this path i now tread

grace and mercy
overwhelm my tired heart
as love crushes the serpents head

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

God, Life, Poetry

The Imposter

January 31, 2015January 31, 2015 Mark Wayne

I stare into the mirror and
what do I see looking back at me?
There living inside I see the mysterious eyes,
of the imposter who is me.

The eternal fight rages on,
to be who I was created to be.
The striking war in my brain to just believe.
Could I be more than what I or you see?

I hide and others only see my smiles
and hear the petty laughter.
So all must be well they believe,
not seeing my heart in tatters.

He takes my truth and steals my reality.
He squeezes my heart in hands of cruelty.
He laughs in my face and enjoys my misery.
He tells me lies that cheat my destiny.

I am an unknown imposter
and no one knows.
I am singularly who you want me to be,
and that is all I show.

My life is carefully crafted,
a stage upon which I play.
Only being who they want me to be,
silently screaming behind my mask I stay.

A day will come when it will end,
the day of reckoning will dawn.
Eternity will seek me and I will find,
I gave my life to be the devil’s grotesque pawn.

When so much more was offered,
by the one who is love.
Turning my back on promises,
He silently wept while watching from above.

It is too late to start anew,
and a hope of new life?
To simply begin again casting aside,
the foreign chains of bondage that cause the strife.

The imposter is strong,
he will not let go without a fight.
His grip on me and his will,
can only be broken by love’s outrageous pure light.

I would banish him from the depths,
from the places in my dark heart.
Shining through the cracks is holy light,
that seems is the only place to start.

I will fight this demon,
this alien imposter whose will is to rule.
I will stand firm and unafraid,
for I will no longer be his tool.

I have a destiny and a mission,
a path that has been cleared for me.
I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
for I know now the imposter is not me.

Inspired in part by the post The Faceless Man on the Reverie a poetic publication journal.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. ~John 10:10

I stare into the mirror and what do I see looking back at me? There living inside I see the mysterious eyes, of the imposter who is me.

The eternal fight rages on, to be who I was created to be. The striking war in my brain to just believe. Could I be more than what I or you see?

I hide and others only see my smiles and hear the petty laughter. So all must be well they believe, not seeing my heart in tatters.

He takes my truth and steals my reality. He squeezes my heart in hands of cruelty. He laughs in my face and enjoys my misery. He tells me lies that cheat my destiny.

I am an unknown imposter and no one knows. I am singularly who you want me to be, and that is all I show.

My life is carefully crafted, a stage upon which I play. Only being who they want me to be, silently screaming behind my mask I stay.

A day will come when it will end, the day of reckoning will dawn. Eternity will seek me and I will find, I gave my life to be the devil’s grotesque pawn.

When so much more was offered, by the one who is love. Turning my back on promises, He silently wept while watching from above.

It is too late to start anew, and a hope of new life? To simply begin again casting aside, the foreign chains of bondage that cause the strife.

The imposter is strong, he will not let go without a fight. His grip on me and his will, can only be broken by love’s outrageous pure light.

I would banish him from the depths, from the places in my dark heart. Shining through the cracks is holy light, that seems is the only place to start.

I will fight this demon, this alien imposter whose will is to rule. I will stand firm and unafraid, for I will no longer be his tool.

I have a destiny and a mission, a path that has been cleared for me. I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes, for I know now the imposter is not me.