I’ve been coming on to this site for a while, and it always posts the word ‘holy.’ I suppose that this word is pretty important. Many things are done and not done because of how ‘holy’ it is, but really? What would you do if I told you that sheepskin was holy and you had to kill your uncle to get it? Would you? Sheep? Uncle? Hmm?
shit! haha kidding. that’s such an american expression anyways, i hardly ever hear englihs people say it, and when they do it’s with this weird phoney accent. like it only sounds right when it’s ‘americanised’.
Holy hell, she thought. Where did he come from? There was the horse-drawn sleigh at the town dinner party. He was wearing nothings special, just a black button down shirt with jeans and sneakers. He wasn’t dressed up, but neither was she, but everything felt so perfect. Why is he here? I’m sure I’ll fall of this horse if
holy holy! Lord God almighty, early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee! only Thou art holy, merciful, and mighty. God in three persons, blessed Trinity!
I stood amongst the thousands of crosses spread like weeds on the grassy knoll. Each was lined in a perfect, unending column. I fell to my knees, my black skirt soiling with the dirt. I cursed God.
what is holy ?
in all this pain
and suffering
what is holy?
the muslim asked
the christian looked to
the jew.
what is holy?
in a world where
war is fought
when friends should be forged
what is holy?
i am not a holy person… God isn’t something I feel I need to prove I believe in to someone. Religion is a waste of time. I’m not opposed to the idea of a god. I’m against his fan clubs. The word holy shit though.
It was with the final click of the cartridge that he sent himself back to the holy father. The round-nosed implement of death slipped from it’s case; into his head it embedded himself, taking the place where formerly his mind had sat. That was it. The game was over.
“Oh Holy nightttttt, the stars are brightly shiiiiiinningggg!” I really enjoy Christmas music; especially when the timing for it is completely unacceptable. I am the person that loves singing christmas music in the middle of July.
Holy. oops, at first I thought the word was holly. Holy reminds me of God. Being true and singing Holy, Holy, Holy. I love that song. First thought about the song when I heard it in a movie.
holy is thy name. holy is the word. holy Mary, mother of god. holy crap. the latter is the thing that comes to my mind the most. not that the aforementioned are all crap, just that I use that particular expletive quite often in my everyday vernacular. It’s quite handy for a variety of things that happen throughout the day. holy crap!
cow i dont know what this means
can the cow breathe?
is everything spilling from the cow?
how does he hold himself together if he’s so damn holy. damn i knew religion was a mistake.
Moly. I see white stairs and glowing aprons, not really translucent, but.
We can dream, right? Life’s about a dream. Nothing more, nothing less.
It’s all brainwashing. Convincing ourselves in desperation.
It was bright out that day. There was streaks of light everywhere and I needed to dig my sunglasses out of my purse just to see. I couldn’t even look in the direction of my friend, she just appeared as a silhouette.
The lovely gypsy girl sat by the kerb selling pink carnations. She had such a holy feeling around her. I drew close and bought a big bunch. She smiled sweetly at me as she took my three pounds. I noticed that her nails were broken, dirty and small. I smelt her. It was vile. She told me that her family was going to lose their camp site if they did not pay the rent. I offered her funding and she pulled out a crumpled petition from her cowboy blouse which I signed.
Though Saturday is supposed to be a holy day, Christians keep the firstday or Sunday holy. Well some do. Other just by pass it as well. Easter and Christmas are the holiest of days to me.
The demon sat next to Jesus, eyes averted. On his forehead was written 666. Jesus stood in front of him and he began to shake violently. The demon started to look up and Jesus put his holy hands on his head. The demon shook with such force that he shot across the room. Jesus looked at him. The demon had changed into a beautiful butterfly which flew out of the open window.
Those four letters. The word “holy” sparks off an interesting train of thought. I think of churches, Jesus Christ, spiritual journies, holy people, nuns, monks, priests, going to church, wearing a veil, confessions.
Those holy words said at a funeral. The saying goodbye. Some people call it closure. We celebrate that person’s life. “Goodbye Jim, so sorry that you are no longer with us”.
The church is crowded with familiar faces.
Aunty May will get Jim’s Elvis guitar.
The holy ceremonies of baptism, marriage and death. 3 celebrations. A baby coming into the world, two lovers saying “I do” then the sadness of somebody’s death. The burial or cremation. The aftermath, all the after care, emotions boil to the surface, then that long period of bereavement, still tears, long after the body has decomposed.
When I was a bit younger. Meaning more or less five, I wanted to go to Seminary. Now, looking back as an actor and more or less a bohemian, I think it’s funny how much my life has altered. Maybe when I go back to the States –from Italy– it will change. After all, Italy is home to the Vatican. What happens in Italy stays in Italy.
I felt the presence of Jesus in my living room. I was adjusting my possessions when I felt his holy hand brush my cheek. It was glorious. I spun around and Jesus whispered in my right ear. “Go easy, your living room will soon look cosy”.
I love the word “holy”. I say it with a lump in my throat. I put on “Bliss” and it takes me on a wonderful spiritual journey. The uplifting words and music combine to give me one hundred per cent bliss.
The holy baby Jesus, no room at the inn. Mary and Joseph knocking on a dozen doors. They find a stable and bed down with the farm animals. A lovely cow with sleepy brown eyes peeps at the beautiful baby Jesus.
Holy is a precious word. Christ comes to mind, hanging on that cross in bloody Jerusalem. He suffered when those long nails pierced his flesh. I would have cried if I stood there, watching.
Holy Diver. Thatas what im gonna name my kid. Holy Diver macillicuty. I see that beaver eyeing my latte and he better quit it. Holy.
Bluesy tunes.
Black Iron Fingers.
Playing from faith
from experience
nothing matters when you got
your steel strings
and a stompin’ feet.
I’ve been coming on to this site for a while, and it always posts the word ‘holy.’ I suppose that this word is pretty important. Many things are done and not done because of how ‘holy’ it is, but really? What would you do if I told you that sheepskin was holy and you had to kill your uncle to get it? Would you? Sheep? Uncle? Hmm?
“holy cablecars batman! It looks like the joker’s at it again!”
“It’s Kloberin’ time, Robbin, let’s go smoke this fool”
*BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM*
shit! haha kidding. that’s such an american expression anyways, i hardly ever hear englihs people say it, and when they do it’s with this weird phoney accent. like it only sounds right when it’s ‘americanised’.
Holy hell, she thought. Where did he come from? There was the horse-drawn sleigh at the town dinner party. He was wearing nothings special, just a black button down shirt with jeans and sneakers. He wasn’t dressed up, but neither was she, but everything felt so perfect. Why is he here? I’m sure I’ll fall of this horse if
holy holy! Lord God almighty, early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee! only Thou art holy, merciful, and mighty. God in three persons, blessed Trinity!
I stood amongst the thousands of crosses spread like weeds on the grassy knoll. Each was lined in a perfect, unending column. I fell to my knees, my black skirt soiling with the dirt. I cursed God.
The day I walked into the Cathedral of Notre’ Dam in Paris I felt a holy presence, it made me cry just to be there.
what is holy ?
in all this pain
and suffering
what is holy?
the muslim asked
the christian looked to
the jew.
what is holy?
in a world where
war is fought
when friends should be forged
what is holy?
i am not a holy person… God isn’t something I feel I need to prove I believe in to someone. Religion is a waste of time. I’m not opposed to the idea of a god. I’m against his fan clubs. The word holy shit though.
rounded verbs surround
the crowded air
thick with belief, feeling
tears and boredom
words float like angels called
to the throats of the lost
Oh holy now – for the skys are dark and gray. Holy be me, but not in this life time. The skys are dark and gray and so is thee.
It was with the final click of the cartridge that he sent himself back to the holy father. The round-nosed implement of death slipped from it’s case; into his head it embedded himself, taking the place where formerly his mind had sat. That was it. The game was over.
A word that many people use to describe nouns or adjectives as “higher than thou” Usually used in the religious sense or as an exaggeration.
Holy testicle Tuesday!
It firsts remind me about those reigious things,and then the evergreen holly, and then the Holy Grail and the Virgin Mary.
“Oh Holy nightttttt, the stars are brightly shiiiiiinningggg!” I really enjoy Christmas music; especially when the timing for it is completely unacceptable. I am the person that loves singing christmas music in the middle of July.
Holy sparkling Edward Cullens! I think he IS a peanut butter vampire!! Yum.
Holy. oops, at first I thought the word was holly. Holy reminds me of God. Being true and singing Holy, Holy, Holy. I love that song. First thought about the song when I heard it in a movie.
holy is thy name. holy is the word. holy Mary, mother of god. holy crap. the latter is the thing that comes to my mind the most. not that the aforementioned are all crap, just that I use that particular expletive quite often in my everyday vernacular. It’s quite handy for a variety of things that happen throughout the day. holy crap!
cow i dont know what this means
can the cow breathe?
is everything spilling from the cow?
how does he hold himself together if he’s so damn holy. damn i knew religion was a mistake.
holy crap can I get a different word because everyone has the same word..
Moly. I see white stairs and glowing aprons, not really translucent, but.
We can dream, right? Life’s about a dream. Nothing more, nothing less.
It’s all brainwashing. Convincing ourselves in desperation.
It was bright out that day. There was streaks of light everywhere and I needed to dig my sunglasses out of my purse just to see. I couldn’t even look in the direction of my friend, she just appeared as a silhouette.
The lovely gypsy girl sat by the kerb selling pink carnations. She had such a holy feeling around her. I drew close and bought a big bunch. She smiled sweetly at me as she took my three pounds. I noticed that her nails were broken, dirty and small. I smelt her. It was vile. She told me that her family was going to lose their camp site if they did not pay the rent. I offered her funding and she pulled out a crumpled petition from her cowboy blouse which I signed.
Though Saturday is supposed to be a holy day, Christians keep the firstday or Sunday holy. Well some do. Other just by pass it as well. Easter and Christmas are the holiest of days to me.
and the ivy
donuts
all wrong spellings i know
The demon sat next to Jesus, eyes averted. On his forehead was written 666. Jesus stood in front of him and he began to shake violently. The demon started to look up and Jesus put his holy hands on his head. The demon shook with such force that he shot across the room. Jesus looked at him. The demon had changed into a beautiful butterfly which flew out of the open window.
Those four letters. The word “holy” sparks off an interesting train of thought. I think of churches, Jesus Christ, spiritual journies, holy people, nuns, monks, priests, going to church, wearing a veil, confessions.
Those holy words said at a funeral. The saying goodbye. Some people call it closure. We celebrate that person’s life. “Goodbye Jim, so sorry that you are no longer with us”.
The church is crowded with familiar faces.
Aunty May will get Jim’s Elvis guitar.
The holy ceremonies of baptism, marriage and death. 3 celebrations. A baby coming into the world, two lovers saying “I do” then the sadness of somebody’s death. The burial or cremation. The aftermath, all the after care, emotions boil to the surface, then that long period of bereavement, still tears, long after the body has decomposed.
When I was a bit younger. Meaning more or less five, I wanted to go to Seminary. Now, looking back as an actor and more or less a bohemian, I think it’s funny how much my life has altered. Maybe when I go back to the States –from Italy– it will change. After all, Italy is home to the Vatican. What happens in Italy stays in Italy.
I felt the presence of Jesus in my living room. I was adjusting my possessions when I felt his holy hand brush my cheek. It was glorious. I spun around and Jesus whispered in my right ear. “Go easy, your living room will soon look cosy”.
holy holy
I love the word “holy”. I say it with a lump in my throat. I put on “Bliss” and it takes me on a wonderful spiritual journey. The uplifting words and music combine to give me one hundred per cent bliss.
The holy baby Jesus, no room at the inn. Mary and Joseph knocking on a dozen doors. They find a stable and bed down with the farm animals. A lovely cow with sleepy brown eyes peeps at the beautiful baby Jesus.
Holy is a precious word. Christ comes to mind, hanging on that cross in bloody Jerusalem. He suffered when those long nails pierced his flesh. I would have cried if I stood there, watching.
– Holy moly, I love guacamole. If I dare and if I do I think I will fall in love with you.
– My holey socks bear witness to the wholeness of my being.
This holy world, this holy blanket. Like the used up rug we want the light to shine through.