Forgive me PS for I have sinned,
I’ve posted a poem I ought to have binned,
I have read many poems without leaving a word,
And wonder why my opinion’s unheard,
The odd shameless plug is not beyond me,
(My e-book’s on Amazon if you’d like to see!)
I’ve spent too many hours creating a poem,
When there’s plenty of housework waiting at home,
Not to mention my hogging of all the broadband,
It’s not fair on my man, he pays for it and,
He deserves his far share that’s clear to see,
So I’m asking PS would you please forgive me?
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.
For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.
I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.
I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.
I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing
to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown
I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…
Don't look this way
For I have been burned in the face.
Defeat and captured
Only released by the sound of my breathing.
From dust till dawn
I say look away for I no longer wish for you to see me.
Released the blood from my eyes.
Look away for I have you placed in my heart
I wish you not to see me this way.
Though I be burn ,torn,tattered and fatal wounded
Shall my breathing keep me sane.
May you memory keep me warm
See these words I speak,hear me breathing so shallow.
Feel the darkness that formed in my eyes
Since this is my mind I may be released.
But forever trapped in a maze that brings
Me up to drag me down.
Look away for I am burned in the face
As long as you remember your in my heart,
And memory I shall be in yours.
So I shall say look away
For I am burned tattered and torn inside my mind.
Just look away
Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete.
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep.
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep.
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep.
Forgotten by those on the outside.
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide.
No choice left but to sit and fight.
In here only the strong minded survive.
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right.
All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time.
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes.
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying.
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying.
We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it.
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
In here there is only time no fun.
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun.
Only by our own selves we may be out done.
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....
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THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT HAD TO BE IN THE POEM
Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle
HERE IS MY ON THE SPOT CREATION!..enjoy :)
I was a woman scorn
Unknowingly cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended
because I was accepting a me that depended
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and I prayed
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would
prove to be a path of doom
Crown of Sonnets
Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/
When Im not myself you set me free/
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
Without you I could have never planted my seed/
I hate to say it but you make me better/
You know I love you even without this letter/
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........
I do not know?
On the day He died, I felt ashamed.
Quiet and remorse, I wanted to remain..
Why did I follow the ways of the worldly men?
When they mocked, scorned and spit on him?
I was the cause for what He went through.
I tried to find comfort; but, guilt was all I knew.
I couldn't eat or sleep, knowing He was dead.
Wishing now, I could take back everything I did or said.
When I had no one, He took care of me.
Set in my ways, his caring; I couldn’t see..
When I was ridiculed He didn’t take part.
Every kind thing He did, came from the heart.
He showed love to the rich and the poor.
To the lonely and the broken hearted, He restored.
How could I have been so prideful and blind?
How could I have been so cruel and unkind?
Sadness and guilt would not give up.
I wanted desperately to have taken the cup.
Why did I point at him and yell “Crucify!"
Part of the crowd, I sentenced him to die!
Oh, my Judas heart what have I done!
Oh, heavenly Father, I have betrayed your Son!
Crying and weeping, my heart slowly withers away~
So ashamed of what I took part in and witnessed that day.
As the days and nights slowly wore on.
I knew in my Judas heart what must be done.
In my heart I no longer wanted to live.
My own life, I wanted to give.
I bowed my head, feeling laden with sorrow.
What is the future of man's tomorrow?
I lifted up my face with tear stained delight.
There beyond me a beautiful luminous sight.
Was that Jesus standing there? Or was it a dream?
I wanted to run and tell him those things I said, I didn't mean.
I walked up to him crying and at his feet I knelt.
He looked at me, knowing my heart; what I felt.
He showed me his nail pierced hands~
Why He still loved me, I didn’t understand..
What I did I could no longer face.
But, in loving arms, I realized I was saved by his grace.
He said, He loved me and all men still.
That He died because it was His Father’s will~
That, through him, all men might be saved.
I knew then, in place of ours, his life He gave.
That all men may repent and be forgiven.
To be in heaven eternally~
Not In Hell, forever condemned.
To reign with the heavenly Father~
For all eternity, where unconditional love abides~
To be with Christ forever~ by His side.
A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.
They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.
From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare:
Carnati - sausages kept in special aromatic smoke
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost;
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail,
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled
And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.
This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it the pickles cucumbers jar.)
I do not know?
My Wishes are Simple
My wishes are simple,
my desires few,
to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.
My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,
to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.
My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,
my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,
healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of lasting freedom you know what I mean.
Stop writing haikus
They don’t even make sense now
Something something cake
Yeah I'm back on that same road once more,
Struggling like litterally I see our very children eating off the dirt floor'
Who can really give a **** about dollars because where Im from over ninety percent living dirt poor,
Even down here the struggle remains the same,
Alcohol remains top dog around here it wont change,
We want something different yet we keep seeking just a little more money, just a little fame,
We aint happy with what we got now so we let the bull *****get to the brain.......
Its sad how our people let even ourselves be lowered to ask for pocket change,
We dying fast, no not our people but our culture cant you see the blood stains?
Cant you see the youth playing games, six feet deep is where many of our very own youth sleep, forever trapped in their death beds still laying,
I just hope I am remebered strong when Im gone confused why sometimes I wont stop praying...........but its alright though because Im back on that road again lost without family or friends......I dont know where to stop but I know where it begins........there's a meaning to everything in the start on this road so lets make this a memorable End......
If written by God,
Why lost rhyme, measure?
Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul
Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes
You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain
Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man
Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love
Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots
So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~
please don't be offended by the last line~
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~
Two people have broken their friendship ties because of either a disagreement or he or she has found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend had an affair with his or her best friend of one too many years. This type of betrayal has taken its toll on all people since day one. It seems that this friendship wasn't enough for him or her, especially when this guy chose this girl over her best friend and this girl has chosen this guy over his best friend. Why these people aren't best of friends anymore is because for one, his girlfriend or her boyfriend cheated on him or her with his or her best friend and for two, they've gotten themselves in a lot of compromised situations. It breaks the hearts of every human being just thinking about it. He or she, of all people, should know that they've been the best of friends since kindergarten and/or elementary school. So now that these people are no longer friends, thereby being "ex-best friends," I guess he or she has no choice but to move on with their lives. These people have broken ties from each other, eventually trying to rebuild them. But even if he or she has betrayed his or her best friend, one should be seriously forgiven for all the misdeeds he or she's done: trying to take his or her girlfriend or boyfriend, leaving him or her hanging, everything. These two people are best friends and they're all they've got. But the sad thing about two people being ex-best friends is that not only are they not talking to each other anymore, they've humiliated each other publicly and personally. So, if that's the way these two people want it and they want to cut off communication with each other, well, then two ex-best friends (guys and girls) have no choice but to wish them the best of luck and hoping that they'd forgive each other in the near future.
I do not know?
A child is born
all loving, forgiving, honest,
a special child of the light,
eyes wide open, awake,
the wolves are happy,
to feast at the table of its suffering.
Feed it just enough love to survive,
milk it of its light, little by little
suckling its love, its forgiveness,
a sweet delicacy for a vampiric world.
The child becomes a young adult...
control, conformity, submission,
no freedom, no love, no peace,
a barrage of others suffering,
cant get it off me, out of my head!
out of my heart, it hurts!
Its all too much!
Why do they all hurt me?
Why are they not honest like me?
How can they be so mean to me?
What is wrong with me?
I just want a taste of love,
to remind me why I am alive!!
Adam from and by his side Eve blessed to replenish to rule over the things moving land air and sea giving meat to all the green herb the fruit bearing seed after His kind it was good Blessed Poet potentate and man saw everything good on the sixth page heavens and earth finished with multitude to dwell ending his work on seventh page blessed set apart this day for the gracious Host rested even now men search for metaphors similes to fill pages poems and prose words of worth to artfully describe creation life imitates life after His kind even in a fallen world after satans pride Eve being naive Adam listening to her voice rather than God's the Poet maker Jesus in similitude yet He is without sin humbled Himself being born like we the true light came to heal creation walked again on the water for all to believe the Lamb's blood shed thy sin be forgiven thee the Lord of the sabbath still plowing the way the Seed died and rose again God said bringing forth much fruit watering with words blessed are the poets of love saved justified redeemed resting in promised words from above waiting to fly away to greener pastures a new heaven and new earth we look forward to our Maker's life within the Poet's breath
I do not know?
You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you can give
i wont trade money for sex
or even a bit of attention
or a commitment of ownership
a culture of prostitution...
The poor people steal from you
the rich will rape you
not selling my rear for interest..
and the middle are just stupid
addicted to the drugs, the propaganda
I am the artist, the expressionist, the prophet,
alone, with one mission,
where are my pleasures?
cursed to teach this selfish culture
pathetic humans, suffering
too stupid to give anything
complaining, whining, frustrated,
They are about to destroy themselves
a collective suicide of selfishness
The other immortals tell me to have hope,
to love them, to teach them,
They arent my friends, so busy
teaching, and giving to the vampires.
The christians love war and murder of others
They worship, punishment, hatred, and money
the buddhists wont stand up for themselves and fight,
the middle road is lost.
The muslims are too busy oppressing women
and praying for heaven
The jews know nothing of love, only greed
They tell me i should feel special
i have so much to teach and give,
Jesus taught them forgiveness
helping the poor, loving all people
they crucified him!
The afterlife is so wonderful, they say,
if you teach love and forgiveness.
I am in this life now,
and all i find is tricksters, liers and decievers
I am tired of being alone,
The body is male, and only half of itself.
addiction to female energy
no control, clairvoyance gone
the suicidal idiots have something right
I am cursed to sit here and learn compassion,
patience, how to inspire them
teach them to love, and give to others,
all in the hope that they wont destroy themselves
Why cant i give up on hope?
they are pathetic, i am tired,
of the abuse, and anger, i evoke.
They hate me, unless i pretend,
smile the big smile,
and pat them on their back for selfishness.
They love you then,
I do not worship their god, of self-worship.
I wish i could, maybe i would be rich.
living off of the blood, sweat and tears of others
how nice that would be, to relax, no responsibilty
to give or love anyone except my family.
I am sure i will feel better tomorrow
I interpret what I see
hoping that it's on target
you hope it's what is accepted
or is it?
I read you and then you disappear
oh dear...did I cross the line?
quickly I try to amend my words with more words
have to be heard...when reading was the culprit
or was it?
oh the written word...(sigh)
IMs become obselete since there's no one
to answer to...
so I write to plead my case
hoping to propitiate the soul
that may have been hurt.
But then again...
did I misinterpret the no answer?
Random Free Write:
Just flowing - writing
and not stopping to think
or even to lift my pen
I kept going and the words seemed to have no end
Understanding that the process is a simple one
Love everyone and
stear free of the wicked one
I'm not sure if it was winter or spring
But, I gave way to all the flaws and imperfections
and realized that this is me
The change came when I saw fit
and not when someone else decides
It's not hard to forgive
And even easier to forget
Does that not reflect love and also what it begets?
Except too many hold grudges and even
pretend to be angry beyond whats necessary
Caught up in someone elses problem
and not dealing with their own is a hard burden to carry
Let it go
stop negativity where it begins
Cut people short if you have to
because this is your life you have to live
Be on the lookout for those looking to devour you
Pray for those who do ill sh@! to you
Respond in a way that makes them realize they love you
and hope it inspires change
Still maintain dignity and move on to something new
Growing, building up treasures for a place greater than
you can even dream to go
It's the simple things that help make life flow
I could go on and on with this practice flow
Writing and stoping to think or lift my pen
This is one of those poems that didn't make it to the waste bin.
the Poet maker said and it was so let there be prose forward turns the page ancient song from light to breath it was good to divide light from dark to recite the day the night the verse of the day expands the page visible words separate the waterways waters above held in Heaven's store evening and morning end of page two Below turning droplets collect for the seas it was so land appeared a birth of earth let it bring forth the grass the herb full with seed of life after His kind the tree progeny with life within it was good also ends page three Sowing the lights midst the heaven the sign of the times standard let it be dividing rule the greater for day lesser for night He made the stars also giving light seen upon earth agreeing evening morning still good fourth page Poet's words flow optimistically like water seas fill abundantly with the living word sky filled flocks of winged fruitfully multiply for God said let them be blessed evening and morning of the fifth page The kines after His kind the things that crept with the pen of the ready writer man in His image with this breath
Wordless and pitiful, this fool can’t deny
The emptiness hollowed out deep in my mind
Nothing will redeem these broken thoughts
And nothingness is all I have, I’m so damn lost
I can’t remember how to sleep anymore
I can not recall the taste of oxygen or law
Only the blood that was spilled from my mouth
As I choked upon the words that threw me down
How am I still living without my heart?
How is it that I can stand when I fell apart?
Truth is that I am gone, deep in the dirt
A place where I can not think; where I’m safe from hurt
I can’t recall a way to speak anything
That does not remind me of every single thing
The dry blood across my skin will not be washed away
And whatever else I try to hide has stained all I say
Collapsing into a mess upon the kitchen floor
Fearing to even walk out of my bedroom door
The sun burns away every place I can cry
And the moon delivers another thousand lies
How can I ever hope to breathe and sleep again
When every single breath I take turns dreams into pain?
The stains of blood are punishment for all that I said
And nothingness has carved your face deep within my head
Wordless and pitiful, the things I will write
The deepening eternity of every lonely night
The broken thoughts accompany a song that always plays
I’ve lost you forever, but this music will remain
I beg for your forbearance
For I have disregarded my faith towards You
I beg for your healing in advance
For I have disclaimed Your protection and now I’m blue
Do you notice that I’m blanketed in deep distress?
My pillow is soaked externally with unsettling tears
My good memories that bestowed hopefulness
Has been meddled with for years
Has been mistreated and replaced by insecure dreadfulness
I need shelter from the tide of despairs and fears
I’m shattered and I’m seeking Your helping hand
Receive my hushed prayer…from your throne in heaven
I’m begging for Your contentment that’s beyond grand
Receive my muffled prayer… or I’ll be stuck in this tarnished den
Do you notice that I’m spinning mad in the rivers of mystifying visions?
My unwavering boat sinks drastically with damaged gears
My bad memories that departed from my missions
Has been discarding the carefree years
Has been neglected and torn apart by dishonorable decisions
I need Your love to embrace me with jubilation and cheers
I beseech for Your mercy
For I have abused my steadfast hope towards You
I look forward to Your infinite Kingdom favorably
For I have admired Your blessings and now my dreams come true!
In Jesus’s name,
To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)
(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.
Yeah they called him Tiny Tim....so dam tiny he fitted through the basketball rim
everytime they were out yeah he was hiding in
yeah, while they were out he was holding back from enjoyin the young life of sin
but he cared little none for the drugz, the liquor or the shiny gin
all he wanted was someone to care, someone to show him atleast a grin
He was soo dam small people started calling him Nemo without the broken smaller fin
while his peers were out making dough off dope he was out collecting cans of tin
Light shone upon others dreams while upon his hopes the light remained dim
He was hated on because the size and weight of his body, not the color of his skin
half breed yeah he was as he played ball they laughed at how he came to their chin
he was just a young boy living in a world of hateful men
But he cared not cuz he would get the **** back up and try again
they told him he would never BE
that he would never succeed
he would never be apart of something or anything
but with a stroke of luck he doing something
no more hiding and no more ****ing running
People see his attitude and life now aint it stunning
His life shooting off cant you see Tiny Tim with a Bazooka Gunning
But now He living for something and dying for nothing
he made it through high school while most his haters were frontin
staying in school payed off now his life career is out on sidewalks jumping
while he sees his past peers life out in the ghetto life with drugs and alcohol dumping
He was gone for a minute lockdown but make way TINY TIM IS COMING
I apologize, for all writes.
At least once, I broke someone’s rights.
That’s why freedom of press.
Nothing written, make lonely nights.
Words written will always start fights.
Be aware, don’t suppress.
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steadily endures romantic inflammations…
a rash once fought…
until the moral ambiguity slides back
unto tenuous tense and marathon…
as if the end was already soon, or had passed…?
For that as it seems is all too rhetorical in rhetoric,
and misconstrued by puncture floundered fallacappy…
gently top-plead due to intrinsartistic licensing…
twenty four hour raffles, tambala sable…
twenty four hours O’raisin deter…:
‘ Generous Words … ’ 18th Senryu
Love … is A Give-Word
God … is A Generous Word
Forgive … Says It All
An epiphany is actually a Christian holiday that takes place on the 6th of January every year. An epiphany is also a sudden realization of greater truth. It seems that after he or she had said some hateful remarks about each other or whatever, he or she finally has an epiphany; people should accept some changes in their lives. Epiphany is used different ways, especially when it comes to being a Christian holiday, even after Christmas. The only way for people to each have an epiphany is to end their selfish and hateful ways. And the fact that day in and day out, even if these people are moving on with their lives, they should do the same. Some people, like Albert Einstein, were using the word "epiphany" as a scientific term, but it's used to end all types of selfishness and a lot of arrogance. No wonder why epiphany has affected the lives of every human being on planet earth. and just like I said, the only way to end this selfishness is to have an epiphany. The only reason why he/she shouldn't care about him/herself anymore is because other people are as important as he or she is. Without multiple people in their lives, he or she is nothing. He or she must put all negative thoughts aside in order to save themselves from reliving a lot of painful memories. Everybody knows that God wanted the entire human race to get along well. Right now, I wish every human being on the planet each have an epiphany and were to stop being self-centered and start thinking about others besides themselves. Unless he or she each has an epiphany and until he or she ends his or her selfish ways, he or she will likely spend the remainder of his or her days alone.
The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare
I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see
Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground
It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell
Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound
High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing
Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall
Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone
Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation
Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.
Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do,
you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you.
Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful,
even walking around naked around the streets would be cool.
But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again.
No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end.
Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday.
When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay.
Mine has walked away on me,
I was so blind that i couldn't see.
She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be,
but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end.
Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed,
writing this is more painful than getting over screwed.
Writing this is more painful than words,
writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords.
No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out,
the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout.
haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this,
is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief?
The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine,
i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that.
No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again,
if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.
A cheater never a winner was.
An honest man earns his great applause.
Bootlegged words make confidence schism.
Stealing verses denies truth's wisdom.
Writing one's best makes ideas glisten.
Expressive minds hope people listen.
So go ahead, have some gumption.
Live life golden; ascend con's basin.
Deceit never did bring satisfaction.
Observed ideals take positive action.
The harmed forgive, though it is not easy.
A higher order shows loves flows deeply.
One should never choose to plagiarize,
Not while thoughtfulness remains alive.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
A blank page,
A fresh start,
A canvas for the heart.
Simple beauty sustained.
No blemish on reflection.
What future storms rage,
On a blank page.
A Page of apology
A Cake or chocolate
A Poetry of smiles
A Bouquet of flowers
A Shower of reminders
Or just a thought that
I remembered You
What may it take to reply
I SEE THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE,
LOCKED AWAY BEHIND ALL MY LIES.
I HEAR THE WORDS BEHIND MY
BACK, TRUTHFULLY IT'S ACOUSTICALLY
WHEN THE CHORDS ARE PLAYED,
THERE'S A MELODIC HAUNTING IN MY MIND!
LOST INSIDE; THE ENDEAVOR IS BLIND.
STAR-GAZING BRINGS THE TUNES TO A
HIGH, PEOPLE WATCHING TAKES ME TO A
BOXED IN THE WAY I FEEL;
MY PANIC BECOMES MANIC, I JUST
NEED A WAY TO DEAL.
STRAWBERRY GASHES IN PEACH-COLORED
FIELDS, HELPS TO DEFINE HOW IT IS
AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL.
FORGIVENESS SOUNDS GOUND, BUT
I KNOW I WON'T FORGET. JUST
LIKE A GREAT POEM OR SONNET THESE
SCARS ARE MY COMMITTMENT.
SO AS I SHALL FADE TO NOTHINGNESS
NOW; I GIVE YOU THESE WORDS TO
CHERISH - DEATH BECOMES MY WEDDING VOW.
I, the humble soul, unsought and not adored
must endure loneliness as no man has;
longing for desires to complete me and let me die...
I, humble soul, seek consolation in words.
Don't ask me why I have no friends,
their bond isn't as strong as mine;
it's better to let go than hold on doubt and feel mistrust,
for this reason, I live as a bird without commitments or worries.
I, humble soul, should be inflamed for their abhorrent and cruel actions,
punish them as God would, but vengeance
is a strong poison that spreads quickly and kills, making one too vicious...
enough to cause restlessness without a pinch of remorse.
Don't question my hesitation to forgive, a troubled sea
doesn't return to its calm state until the tides recede;
and as it fights darkness, so I fight evil forces trying to defeat me,
and watching the misty moon change phase, I fade into a long sleep.
It is not that I love you less
When first my lines of heavenly Joyes
through regions farr divided
see with what simplicity
see! With what constant motion
Philosophers have measured mountains
Man, dreame no more of curious mysteries
Oh wearisome condition of humanity !
Oh might Nothing ! Unto thee
O Joyes ! Infinite sweetness! With what flowers
Must I then see, with what busie heart
Heare mee, O God!
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares
Busie old fool , unruly sunne
Absent from thee I languish still
O sweet and bitter monuments of paine
Out upon it , I have lov'd
Sweet day , so cool , so calm , so bright
where do these voices stray
like to the falling of a starre
Poet and Saint ! To thee alone are given
A ward , and still in bonds, one day
All my past life is mine no more
How vainly men themselves amaze
dazel'd thus with height of place
Here lies wise and valiant dust.
The broken road to heaven
The broken road in need of maintenance
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn
to our delight
was alight with millions of glow bugs;
evening was another leaf fallen
when I whisper to my friend Richard,
“Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?”
he smiled, “we are yet to reach my home.”
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Your words justified your words condemn their own blood they lay in wait by consent of spiritual things not to entice with them you know what you said Lord knows what you meant For shallow attempts to lead you astray with pretense made their own speech will betray their rock is not our Rock beware leaven true to thyself their own little deity Their so as above is not heaven no fear before their eyes brothers of impropriety they swallow the gravel of sinking sand smooth talk took their hand as pebbles drowning Reaping the foaming shame of a dark land all the while their deeds Jesus is frowning desperate wicked above all things hearts how well you do in the swelling Jordan speak truth in love repent be born again divides asunder the soul and spirit He being Truth knows how to set apart make new hearts not of stone those that fear it
cars or aristocratic
w-/ out figures
an ambigious image
it is easy to concede
behind barbwire fences.
...Years ago ; memory....
sober in the spotlight
are for once
cherished in a world.
just Hold you
a foreign face.
THE BEAUTY YOU SEE IN MY EYES IS,
SADNESS FROM ALL THE PAIN I'VE SUFFERED IN MY LIFE.
MY RAGE IS MY SCARS, FROM ALL THE DAMAGED HEART ACHES,
I'VE EVER FELT.
WHILE YOU SEE ME SMILING OR LAUGHING ON THE OUTSIDE,
MY TEARS ARE CRYING OUT SILENTLY.
ALL ALONE, AND UNLOVED,
AND BARON OF A FAMILY;
AN ORPHANED AND ABANDONED AS A CHILD,
NOW A GROWN WOMEN.
I TRIED TO TURN MY BACK ON MYSELF AS WELL,
ONLY TO BE BROUGHT DOWN TO MY KNEES SCREAMING,
WITH ALL MY OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS RUNNING WILDLY,
INSIDE OF ME.
WISHING OTHERS WOULD UNDERSTAND HOW GRATEFUL THEY
SHOULD BE TO HAVE FAMILIES THAT REALLY LOVE AND CARE FOR THEM;
INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING AND GROANING.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
IF ONLY MY FAMILY SHOWED ME THAT
THEY LOVED ME THAT AS MUCH AS
I LOVE THEM.
INSTEAD REALITY SETS IN AND REMINDS ME ON
HOW CRUEL THIS WORLD HAS BEEN TO ME.
I FINALLY DECIDED TO START ANEW,
AND THIS NEW BEGINNING HAD ITS UPS AND DOWNS;
AND LIFE LESSONS THAT NEEDED TO BE LEARNED.
ACKNOWLEDGE AND APPLIED.
LEAVING ME WITH THE DREAM AND HOPE,
THAT ONE DAY SOON I WOULD FIND MY KINDRED SPIRIT,
OR HE WOULD FIND ME TO LOVE ME IN THE LOVING WAY,
THAT WE BOTH NEED AND DESERVE.
Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and
embrace Inexpressible moments of time.
Reexamine status, prevent consciousness apathy,
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self.
precisely propose to expose fallaciously filtered
fantastical trickery touched theories.
Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy,
structured strands and threads of reality.
Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.
Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.
Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent daring drawn
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent.
Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
reach the heights that sadness fled.
Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent.....
Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor.
Yet each day they commit make their art
when most would be right to quit.
Anyone can become a pro poet,
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can
come close to turning our
thoughts into rent!
up or down my spine..
burning up my mind..
the apple don't fall..
far from the ugly tree..
muttered neath my breath..
damn I'm a heifer..
the anger died..
a swift and sudden death..
what apple he asked
what tree he dared
and I cried..
This is the man that I am
No need for a detective because I have few mysteries
Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind
I put my life into words for the whole world to read
I hope you enjoy what you see
A South Korean English teacher by night
An avid writer by day
A helpless romantic somewhere in between
The smile and joy from my students is priceless
Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well
I feel that everything in my life is finally going well
From my writings you may find that hard to tell
Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables
To convey happy emotions and attract more followers
You are getting my life through my eyes
I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things
I write what I have seen and how it has effected me
My adventures and journeys have been vast
Come with me on this ride
Together we can both be pleasantly surprised
With what I will write
This is the the man that I am
Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
I guess an apology,
is the order of the day,
too many words, written,
taken the wrong way.
The beauty of poetry,
is you can, say how
It may seem right at
the time, when emotions,
having calmed down,
I ask my self why.
I am hot blooded, let
my words fly,
but I swear I wouldn't,
hurt a fly.
This is the only way I know.
to say sorry ,
for hurting you so.
I'm off to nowhere
As tired eyes
Close to sleep
To a different life
I see mist and gray
Void of color shade
This bleak wonderland
Of my heart reflected scenes
The broken smiles
Flashed back picture reruns
Of bittersweet life
This dream tonight
Dark and wet
Pouring tear falls
Here is where I make amends
as Closure speaks
To tie loose ends
My dreams, I forgive
My dreams are places cherished
I begin again
The pouring tears of
Long lost pain
Trips down my memory
Because I dream in Rain
We open our eyes to see the world,
We raise our hands to touch the sky,
We use our voices to sing a prayer,
We love mankind without dispair.
It is our eyes that see the beauty,
It is our hands that heal the sick,
It is our voices that keep harmony
It is our love that builds this army.
She opens her eyes to remain sane,
She opens her arms to relieve the pain,
She uses her voice to kill the shame,
She opens her heart to the holy name.
He used his eyes to see our love
He used his hands to feed our love
He used his voice to keep our love
He used his heart to forgive our vain.
Every sense keeps us here
So forever we will endear.
Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer
God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee
"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key
Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality
Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter
I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Scrabble
Sponsored by: Nancy Jones
Turmoil Of A Sleepless Night
The days are tiring I feel but the night will set me free,
I fall on my bed unfold my legs and again you haunt me!
It’s the end of the month I thought you would speak,
But you didn’t, so my pen, your might I must seek!
I lie on my bed my mind so full of thoughts,
I try to avoid as I remember the words of Frost,
But futile it runs because he spoke in happy verses,
And my heart bleeds in tears - serving as curses!
Your sweet smiling face haunts me here,
I am sleepless, you must be sleeping, I wonder!
The lights have been put off, its devilish dark around,
and my life with my dead hopes mewling on the ground!
My eyes are shut but I see you stand,
Between your hands you hold my hand,
And pressing my little finger again you repeat ‘great’,
Your eyes were the same I inhaled a sighful breath!
You were happy-happy as earlier,
We were together and between us no barrier,
again you talked and smiled like before,
We talked and we read and again talked more!
Just when my life was back like a ray of sunbeam,
My sleep broke and found out it was just another dream,
and again the struggle is starting inside my mind,
I wish I had no dream-I wish I were blind!
And so I sit writing this when my mind is at a civil fight,
to find little fragments of peace in this sleepless night!
Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin blips the cap tu tres papi
living clips the mam or thee ocho
caving snaps the wig or twig thee
oaring water the dig tu sing fall
winter sings the sun of life agua
cellin beans the lit pa wite bose
giving loves the kit su fite rite
spelin fours the pay if tres paso
quedes ledrs the foe is four tree
living lives the tea of fact free
tuGGin grass the Pep si ever mEEn
loving sings the SEA tu AMOR PaPa
bellow rings the til in THEE NOAN
writin green the man tu Over aGIN
pissin queen the tax me seen meAn
lackin picks the sax ol navy SEaL
cadets craps the SOY IN PLAY FOIL
CLAYIN SAVER THE FAD OF COLD CULR
LOSING BLEAD THE DIX IN CORE COST
FEVERN BLACK THE TIX OF FOUR WALK
LOVING LIVIN THE SEX SI CASE TRES
THININ PINNE THE PAC OF MAID TIES
FEELIN FREED THE LIP ES NADA PIDE
LIVING LYIVE THE CAL OF NORA WISE
PRISMS EVENY THE RAX OF KILO WITE
SLIGHT EYENG THE PAZ TU FOUR GIZE
TELLIN SEOUL THE EXA PU EVER GREW
A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.
He tells me what he sees,
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders
Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised
Conquered by all of the hope
of your allies
the few that still dare to
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions
The King best exists in the pretense
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer
I am so happy to see you again,
I wondered where you had been,
Only one problem there is,
We can’t go on like this.
I have to get some sleep,
You have to let me rest,
I don’t want to hear a peep,
I know what is best.
You come inside,
I have no place to hide,
There are rules to be made,
I will not be betrayed!
You have to listen to what I say,
Then maybe we can make it,
Through another day,
But this is a fact,
I am glad to see you back,
But never again,
Can we go through this and win,
One of us will have to go.
Now you are words And I am man,
You have the largest words in the land,
I am still smarter, I know how to think,
And no you won’t, drive me to drink.
You cannot consume me,
Like you have in the past,
Not if this relationship,
Is going to last.
So there you have it, in a nut shell,
And if you don’t like it, go to……
ring the bell!
It must be asked how we ended up here.
For this place is perilous and wondrous and necessary.
Who has brought us here?
Our own self deliverance?
Our own self loathing?
But I believe our way out is still the way in
"How" is the only justification
The only "reason"
The only "why"
This "how" embodies the soul.
Remember the soul?
This "how" embodies the very essence of all
For it is my belief that this "how" embraces the necessary as well as the unnecessary
I embrace the me that should be cast away.
I have held (cradled) the part of me that does me harm and promises the false….
I lovingly hold that part dear and let it fade.
It must be and it shall.
I must be more
but no more than that.
i wondered why
i was smotherd
when you left
hovered over in
afaid of being
when it poured rain
the mount everest
the day you broke
was the best
day of my life
and suffered to
swearing you was heaven sent
i came to find my
stronger and tougher
as each day closed
the day you broke my heart
you blosom a rose
i found my
now i can live
like the person
i'am mister soul brother
Even with your faults
and surprising forgetfulness,
I couldn't refrain from writing this:
you are still loved as you always have been;
I've seen you at crossroads,
searching for another love when you were forsaken.
So sorry for the trails you endured by yourself...
they were the many lessons of awareness
you had to learn to become the real you;
I stood back and watched how you handled your last crisis,
and may I extend my big congratulations to you:
for having been the courageous fighter who changed her demise?
On this Valentine card, I've drawn hearts and kisses:
the ones you deserve to taste on your flaming lips...
it's not that long when we burned with the wildest passion...
making love, breathing the evening air gentler than rain.
Even with your faults,
I accept who you are, or what you did...
because no one is perfect as God is and who should judge
your actions that changed your fate and world?
Even with your faults,
nothing can change...you remain the darling of my young age.
‘ A Poet Goes To War … ’ ( Josh. 23: 10, 11 )
A Gentle-Poet … Goes To War
Oh … How Far … How Far … How Far …
Did You Push A Tender Heart
before Poet Finishes, What You Start ?
Just Like That Musician, Shepherd – Boy
whom a Lion and Bear, Dared Annoy ------ 1 Sam. 17: 37
Trying to Steal Some of His Precious Sheep
Poet, Showed Them … What’s His … He Keeps !
And That Same, Brave-Poet Went To War
Against Goliath’s Insulting, Roar ! ------ 1 Sam. 17: 45 – 51
… But With just One Pebble Fling
That Poet’s, Sling, Thru All Of Time … Rings !
And If A Wise-Poet Goes To War …
That Poet … May Wound and Scar ------- Acts 7: 54, 57
For Words, Gouge Deeper Than Stones
Pen’s Mightier Than Sword … Cuts Clean To The Bone !
But, You made Poet … ‘your’ Foe, with Mock-Chimes
The First Thought … Just Give Them, Calm-Down-Time
But, Know … This Poet Thrives … Behind Enemy Lines
Forgiving and Wishing, God-Giving, Words-Divine !
‘Cause When Peace-Loving-Poets… Go To War …
‘We’ … Must Travel by: The Bright Morning Star --- Rev. 22: 16
and Wait on His Orders … His Way
and I’m Cautious … Like ‘The Commander’ Says … -- Matt. 10:16
So, Before you feel The Need To Spar ---- Zeph. 2: 2, 3
Before… Big Poets … Have To Go To War ---- Genesis thru Revelation
… Know That Such Poets … Are Word–Warriors
… Don’t Make ‘em Go Off … on ya’ !
‘Cause you Won’t Survive … The Tongues of Fire ---- Acts 2: 3, 4
( or The ‘ Lake ’ Either … If You Live Like A Liar … ) --- Rev. 21: 7, 8
Gon’ Wind Up, Locked Behind Abyss’ Bars
… For Making ‘ Poor-Poets ’ … Go To Wars ! ---- Matt. 18: 6
Sorry if I made you worry.
To doubt or question me.
It's totally understandable.
And even I can this see.
Sorry if I hurt someone,
Somewhere in my past.
Sorry if I felt hurt as well.
And the pall it did once cast.
Sorry for your troubles,
So much deeper than are mine,
Sorry for sin and anger
And for those who feel just fine
After tearing hearts to pieces
To fling into the sky
And kill the innocent,
Makes one want to cry
For those we lose, and mourn
Those we wish were never born
Those sick of being sick
And tired of wondering why,
Those who cry to live forever,
And those who want to die...
Life can seem brutal,
Nasty and unfair
Makes you sometimes wonder,
Why you should even care
But a minute of true love
Makes up for all that pain and sorrow
And a taste of unselfish caring
Makes one want to live again tomorrow
Beyond my understanding
Beyond the wisest soul,
Simply beyond the scope of knowing,
Something just a goal
To taste a taunting hint,
To half understand in momentary flash
But never quite get it all
As hopes of such do dash
Upon the rocks of failure
As yet once again
So "Sorry" is a word
Too hard to understand
And far too often flung,
In words that seem off-hand.
Adam ate the apple
he wanted to judge for himself
and we are all his children
Judgements of the judges
the wise judge all things
it would be wise not to judge at all
those who judge will be judged
to judge our very nature
some will judge angels
and how can we judge angels
when we cannot even recognize the devils within
if we profess to recognize devils then sin
how is it that we can judge ourselves worthy
to inherit the kingdom of heaven
into the fires again, Oh man
if we inherit the Kingdom Of Heaven
what will we do when we get there
and how is it that you do not know
we are home
The bee feigns for your honey
I was trying to get it through
Your head that love doesn't cost
Sex or money
Respect cherished my heart
But your stupidity is why
We're not together but apart
Being friends is tough
Being lovers was rough
The desire emerges from my soul
Because deep down our hearts
haven't had enough
It took me to let you go
for you to realize how much
You love me
And now your feelings start to show
But my eyes are refusing to see
Because there's so much I didn't know
We're friends to the end
So my love,care, & support is what I send
MOSES HAD SIN.
GOD HAD TO COVER HIM.
BUT WERE ALREADY COVERED BY CHRIST HOLY BLOOD.
THAT BRINGS US INTO ,THE PRESENCE OF GOD.
JUST LIKE MOSES DID.
BUT THROUGH CHRIST HOLY BLOOD.
THROUGH CHRIST HOLY BLOOD.
WE CAN COME INTO HIS HOLY PRESENCE.
JUST LIKE MOSES DID.
JUST LIKE MOSES DID.
GOD HAD TO COVER MOSES.
HE COULD NOT LOOK ON SIN.
WE"RE ALREADY COVERED .
BY CHRIST HOLY BLOOD.
"Weapons; instruments of hurt
Stones and sticks
Fists and feet
Swords and lances
Rifles and missiles
But the cruelist weapon
Wounds on the insides
Not visible from without
Except in the tears they bring
The despair they birth
The dreams they shatter
The illusions they expose
The bleeding heart festers
Eyes closed to hope
Tears shed in dark nights....
Words- the ultimate weapon-
Hear those words...
Before you speak them
Measure the pain
to be inflicted
before the utterance
Creates the wound
A wound hard to heal
Where time can not help
Speak these words
in great caution
Make sure the deeds
Warrent the wound
The demon unleased
Will last far longer
Than you reason for its use."
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE S LOCKEY YOU CARRY IT AROUND YOUR NECK IT EVERY GET
LOST OR STOLEN FROM YOU.
FRIENDSHIP IS HAVING EACH OTHER HEART IN A SAFE PLACE AND EVER FORGET
WERE YOU PUT IT.
FRIENDSHIP IS A SCAPBOOK THATS FILL WITH MEMORIES AND LAUGHS.
FRIENDSHIP IS A FLOWER THAT BLOSSOM INTO NEW BEGINS.
FRIENDSHIP IS NO ONE GET LEFT BEHIND WE ALWAYS STAY TOGTHER.
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A HUG WE GIVE THEM EVERYDAY JUST TO SHOW HOW MUCH OUR
FRIENDSHIP REALLY MEANT TO US.
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A LETTER WHEN WE TAKE TIME TO WRITE OUR THROUGHTS AND
IDEAS OF HOW A FRIENDSHIP ARE SO SPECIAL BETWEEN TWO PEOPLES THAT ARE
I dont write my words because I'm angry.
I dont write my words because you're mad.
I write what is truly on my mind.
What I feel deep down inside.
It may not make sense to you.
But to me, my words really do.
Every letter of every word in every sentence.
They all work together in harmony.
To say the things I just can't say aloud.
To say the things I just can't allow out of my mouth.
I love you, you know thats true.
But when we fight like this, I can't say a thing.
Too afraid to say things I may regret.
Too afraid I'll say things I don't mean.
I can only tell you that I love you and walk away.
Maybe one day these words I write will explain.
The things that I just can't say.
Somedays you bounce high,
Somedays you barely rotate once.
Sometimes you even get a flat.
But the trip is a long one, And
chances are good you'll get what you want,.
Maybe not all, but a sizeable portion.
Life is a compromise
My only advice is to keep a portion of yourself,
set aside, with no sharing. This is the pure magic in
you, incapable of being hurt or disappointed, It is your refuge
when the ravages of fate strike..
When once again you experience the heartbreak
of disappointment at the hands of others you had trusted and/or loved....
Just remember, keeping a little something of yourself, to yourself,for yourself,
well guarded, does not mean you can't intereract pleasantly with
others. The Soup has the 'Cream Of the Crop"- talent, intelligent, insightful.
People I am proud to be associated with.
the lines of
thought, yet, I
found the way to reflect
have been the
from anomalous wine!
I get cranky,
I get dumb,
I get times,
My tongue was numb.
I see my folly,
I cringe and think,
I should have held
Back that volley...
I'm only human,
I make mistakes,
I wish I didn't,
For heaven's sakes...
But it is what it is,
I am what I am
And though I'd guess,
Most don't give a damn...
I wake, I walk
I sleep, I talk,
I wonder what
The next hour
And all I can do...
Is for my hope
for me to cling
So, when I do
I can assure you,
with no doubt...
I never mean to hurt
I'm not quite that
much a lout.
It's but the
brain dead walking,
The stupid man
I can but try to
From my path
I woke up in the middle of the night, I
thought I was just dreaming found out that
my girl left me alone now I'm on my own and
now I'm going crazy, because I'm all alone,
I didn't think you would be gone this long,
I'm sorry I done you wrong baby, please
come back home, baby I'm so lonely, I have
nobody, baby I'm so lonely I have nobody to
make me smile like the way you do, baby I'm
sorry for what I put you through, I just
want you back in my life, without you I
don't know if I could live this long, baby
I'm so gone, I still can't believe you
would be gone this long, I just wanna tell
you I'm on my own and alone.
The air engulfed by unspoken politeness
and reconciliation softly touched the soul
I’m sorry, my words didn’t come out right
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your night
My mind is panicked
My heart is frantically beating
I just have this fear that soon you’ll be leaving me
I need to learn to choose my words with caution
because my tones never turn out
the way they’re meant to sound
All of what I said,
was just me kidding around
I didn’t want you to worry
and I’m grateful that you care
Just accept my most sincere apology
and believe me when I say I’m sorry
I gotta getaway from Baltimore I got too many bad memories
and truthfully I don't care who's gonna miss me
Lord forgive me but I just love my
lil brother a couple homeboys, & my best friend
and because of that I want my life to end
I gotta getaway I'm dealing wit some emotional sorrow
so I'm living for the moment, forget tomorrow
it seems to me I just wanna erase my past
cause unfortunately someone to love me
is one thing I never thought I had
I'm leaving and nobody is gonna stop me from doing so
why call ya peoples family if they make you feel so low
I'd be better off on death row because
at least I'd be going home
I guess I'm leaving cause I need time alone
I gotta leave for the fact I'm experiencing too much pain
after what I just went threw my life won't ever be the same
my mental mind frame is so messed up
that me just thinking bout it is having me ready to erupt
you can sympathize all you want but you can't feel what I feel
I was so loyal to these niggas I was always ready to kill
I don't know where this journey will lead
just know all I ever wanted out of life was to be free