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Details | Haiku | |

destiny

heights without ceilings
climber’s roster for success
destiny dynast


Details | Ballad | |

What are your Words of Poetry meant for Oh Sage

I.
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah

II.
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah


Details | I do not know? | |

Dream On

  Believe in no obstacles and limitations.
  A sweet song can heal, cure and delivery a massive storm out of your life.
   Shake off depressions, rejections, discouragement, sorrows and tragedies.
   Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on and dream on!
   Doubters are foolish to underestimate your power of greatness.


Details | Quatrain | |

Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


Details | Alliteration | |

Cold Rain

There is no other
as loving as a brother.
I seek admiration
like a promotion
to find me smothered
in an instant, my lover
of life seemed in motion
as a song like a lotion 
to put on your hands, another
love line I write, my mother 
would want to hear this commotion
or, not so much to give out this information.
The rain is extremely cold, above better
days. Just be here for me, as my admirer


Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a message in a bottle.
My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion.
As common at it may be,
the moral to the message at sea is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle.
My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance".
To whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a sponsor less model.
My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral to the model's degree is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
The chances of my letter reaching you are slim.
Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how.
As common as it may be,
It's by chance that one day you might hear me
Sincerely, To Whom it may concern


Details | Free verse | |

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Kwansaba | |

Shiny Minded Stone


"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."

wildflower eyes
                                                                                  ~SIDE-NOTE:  
I reply, "NOW."                                                                    (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really, 

often people become confused                                                    
by such a unique response                                                            
not this one...                                                                                
she's a beauty                                                                       
shiny minded stone                                                                  
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back

~JSLaM


Details | Quatrain | |

wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word


Details | Kimo | |

The Moment Of Truth: Burning Or Refining

As exemplary as a High Priest and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber. Respected amongst his colleagues, reverenced by His subordinates, distinguished, honorable and set apart. Then came the moment of Truth like the refining fire which may burn or may purify. A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again, but a situation to break or to make him. This is Crude Diamond Ore from a glance already anticipating to do it at once creating an allabi with occurrence in France and covering all traces in utmost Brilliance Not minding his activated self-repugnance certainly it will give birth to wealth and public acceptance. If Life gave him more options, he'd freelance. But with this one opportunity, he'd like to dance. Having no qualms; even if he disappoints his fans. He isn't to be blamed if Life is not a balance and success among all has no concomittance. This is the start to his enjoyment galore but can be forever hunted by the Law. The heaped pressure pressing more and more, but what the Hell! It's just one flaw. With a blessing so raw, attached with bountiful Harvest he never saw. Thinking of his glory and celebration and already holding his blessing like a woman in lactation yet a part of him suppresses his whole in castigation making him feel so useless like a man facing castration forcefully taking his freedom and peace in extortion Just about to make the decisive move, he resisted the push and forgot about the groove having in mind, something to prove he signed the blank cheque without adding another "0"


Details | Free verse | |

Tea Bag

Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive 
Time to infuse the aroma
Sigh 
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken 
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth 
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances


Details | Narrative | |

9-11: Never Forgotten

My friend Justin and I want to dedicate this poem to everyone in America and those from other countries who have died, and also to those that lost their loved ones on this most atrocious day 11 years ago.

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In the busy streets of New York City,
Many a passerby made their way to work
It was a typical work day—or so they thought
It was an unexpected day when a great tragedy would strike
Two of the city’s greatest towers would fall in humility
And along with them many wonderful families
Even others from different countries would lose a loved one
In just a matter of minutes, all of what was that typical work day
Became a nightmare—a terrorist’s delight

Everything in chaos and confusion
Cries all through the day and night
Many called their loved ones if they survived that long
Many panicked, but some were dead calm
Knowing there was no way out
They poured their hearts out on that last telephone call, their legacy born
The attackers thought they broke us!
But they failed—we didn’t break at all
Instead they brought us closer as a nation
And the people who lost their lives are with us always
Never forgotten in our minds and in our hearts


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Imagism | |

Why wreck the day


I woke up and toked

Wrapped up the little jokes
-lead the flow of traffic on down the road

I'm not Casper but I sher Boo the mood of plaster

Break cards and stiff narks,
with hard farce
-never gettin' pulled over by the words

Waitin' in giant leaps, 
I can see the next comin' just down the street
if it was company I'd meet
but since they're strangers I creep

Wait in song and sing lead! 

You lead! 

I am a man, 
I am looking at the disease! 

Wasted on my knees

I can wait for eternities

Never caring about the breeze,
the cold shoulder, 
or the person that stinks

Its all just a place
a disastrous phase
earning loads of lore and lies
mainlining out of personalities 

So come up and peek
it could only hurt a little cheek

why wreck the day
when there is cause to play?


Details | Rhyme | |

Friends Akin

Our closest of kin
Could never begin
To fathom what is within
our spirit being...
Such greatness that is within
At once shall begin
To amaze our kin
After first seeing
But faith of true kin
Before we begin
Speaks out from within
Their inner being
Of powers that are within
The callings begin
To stir by friends akin
With gifts of seeing


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


Details | Rhyme | |

A PROMISE THAT DWINDLES WITH TIME

Politicians will do anything to get elected on this coming November second:
from fierce attacks on integrity, sensitivity, character and morality...
and lie they will to win at the polls, promising all streets of glittering gold;
good folks, before you choose those candidates, be aware of reality. 



Every media is swamped with ads with messages that convicinvigly say,
" I approve of this message." Should we endorse and trust them?
The Mayor wants to be the Governor, and the Governor President...
anyone can run for any of these prestigious offices on that lucky day.



In their vibrant words truly convincing...all you hear is changes for the better:
less taxes, more jobs, drug-free streets, pristine cities and minimal crime,
but how can they afford all these expenses, if not on the hard-working tax-payer? 
If they constantly swear: their promise is a promise that dwindles with time.



Details | Canzone | |

THE INVISIBLE BAN

            THE INVISIBLE BAN

I’ve known so many men who’ve left and I prayed they’d never come back
And then there is this one dude who left the North and traveled down south
He carried his meager belongs in a bag akin to Santa’s Xmas sack
He’s a dude who has never learned to shut his foolish mouth

He thinks himself wise yet he’s nothing but a fool
So he stands on a corner begging people’s ear
He uses his mouth as a rusted and useless tool
For he has nothing to say which people want to hear

They’ve heard the same things in a thousand different ways
Like Chicken Little and his assertion that the sky will fall
He begs the people to look up for he is a pious man who devoutly prays
Yet all of these people are wise enough to ignore his call

He’s got big ideas, a big mouth and won’t keep quiet on a bet
No one likes him as they try to avoid what they hear and see
He thinks himself so smart yet he has trouble with the alphabet
And I know he’s ignorant because that man is me
         © 2011.…..Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~



Details | Couplet | |

Human greed

Human greed 
feeds a creed.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Burlesque | |

What is next

I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.


Details | Personification | |

True Confession


           --------

It was a beautiful morning
And a good trip to the Church
           ------
The Church Service's
  Were really good!
            But,
Something happened
     Along the way, 
         ------
This morning something
Was Oh so different......
               ---
Instead of making a 'Tithing"
I had to write an "IOU'

                    GF


      DISCLAIMER:
***Never try this one at Home!


Details | Rhyme | |

THE CHOICE OF ONE'S HEART

Parents are very fierce on expectations by holding the rod....
they mean well, but they crush or ignore their teens' wishes;
not all are meant for professional careers, others choose trades
to express themselves in the best ways they know how.


My dad wanted me to be an aircraft engineer, 
but I rebelled and chose a writing career;
I disappointed him a lot by disobeying...
but as much as I love airplanes, I prefer writing.  


I envision those airplanes as thoughts traveling through space on floating clouds,
and they are lovely indeed...like the fearless birds flying past the hazy horizon;
I wonder how any pilot finds the courage to fly them without looking down...
I peaked through that window: all I saw was a blue Earth with majestic mountains. 


Being a writer is not a guaranteed profession, or a tale from rags to riches...
its the happiest one, but it's full of personal satisfaction and self esteem;
there's none like it, and on that expectation, I've built my childhood long dream,
but the biggest thrill of all is to see your words translated in many languages. 


Sadly, my dad passed away and his bitterness I recall with pain;
it wasn't an act of disobedience, but a matter of choice, or even worthiness,
and the choice of one's heart always seems to be the right one!
Can anyone among you see my refusal as betrayal, or a desire for greatness?


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | Prose Poetry | |

TIME

Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


Details | I do not know? | |

Usary

Usary

Usary on the poor Maybe leagle
but it aint right


Details | Romanticism | |

Trust is Stronger than Silver and Gold

Oh he who walks out on a beautiful maiden,
shall lose everything near and dear to his heart,
for he were true,
he'd leave all the silver and gold to be with his woman.
Love is true,
and truth is courage that tests a gentleman's faith.

Oh love be with me, but without trust,
what is love then without trust.
Living life in a panic and worry,
is not a true life to live.
Truth be told, a true gentleman
shall see his own to be faithful and he shall shower his love
with passion and trust.

Love is trust and trust is love,
be true and love till no time is left on Earth.
be truthful to your love,
and be truthful to yourself.
Love is beautiful,
do not waste such a passionate gift.

.12.19.2013.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | ABC | |

why do we have.................................

why  do  we   have  clouds?
why  do  we  have   sky?
why do  we   have   music?
why do  we    have   computers?
just  think  why why  why!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Repent

We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil

We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion

A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim

Repent
~

Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
Repent!

For the kingdom of God is at hand!

Through a choiced drama

Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!


Details | Free verse | |

Sin

Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp

Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause  all of their deeds were evil!

Shattered
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?

Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun
Sin

Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?

Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God
Sin!


Details | Haiku | |

Please me guide

are you intelligent or wise let's go then  we can decide?
why do we trust to exploit and harass others to divide?
A daughter, son, sister, brother, mum, dad and a friend,
Granny, grand, uncle, aunt and relations we cannot hide.
matters are complicated, why is life hard please me guide?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hard Times Are Here

In this Global ressession it causes many to fall into a deep
pit of depression and fills them with dispair as they wonder 
is there anyone to show they care?

They loose faith and hope, for they simply cannot cope with the
worlds financial scope. 
Although we live in critical times and are hard to deal with the effects
of the stress caused by these situations are sad and real for these ones
we truly feel.

Will things ever get resolved in this financial crisis well the verdict is pretty much 
going to stay like this as the world is in need of a major fix but who is there to 
undo and repair all the damage that's taken place all before our very face.

If people looked to a higher source they could take a positive course as there
is a force stronger than humankind and to many people they are just blind to it
which is sad to say, but for those who do we keep on and pray for one day they 
might say Yes it is true there is a God in existance and believe he will bring about
the peace and happiness to give us a full release from the wickedness in the
 world that will  soon cease.


Details | Sonnet | |

Leadership through trust

The smile of a child,trying to climb on his foot,
trusts the mother to hold on ,and that builds his youth.

the child as a youth moves on every possibility
trusting on his teacher and his reliability

Then the life takes the youth to the next level,
challenging his credibility and making him face hell.

Along with experience he learns the legacy,
that trust is more when there is intimacy.

Slowly by pace the trust grows cent by cent
with gradual involvement and engagement.

Then there's a task and a timeline to keep,
and he finds trust works very well in a partnership

And finally the task is achieved and a smile on his lips,
The glory is great ,and such simple is the skill of leadership.


Details | Free verse | |

The Idiot

Almost 
Shades of pine in derision on the loom/

Generous sway through timeless appease the trees,
Brandished by timely groves chased after wind breeze,
Sullen...
I hit my head on a passing potatoe through the leaves;

The Idiot

Charmed in an almost decadence shattered fragments 
They say that we are young only once on point
Visible
Shattered glass amidst the decorum shredded braid,

Tempted again through the wind/

Blatant 

My head swell as if an almost glow;
Black ash through peach cornerstones
Farmers in delusion there frequent solution
Viable breach of peace 

Sullen fragments out on the pavement floor lest I implore,
Control freeks in sullen apartment dealings fly's on wall
The ocean with sun no fun we run in timeless fight
Shallow scheme amidst the chore a quaint bore of illusion

Fought back the tears with a smile etched in the decorum once more
A tree to loom in timeless bleed
Achieve
Certain factual death?

The idiot would squirm ego burn another page is now turned;
Ass!


Details | Free verse | |

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


Details | Free verse | |

Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?


Details | Light Poetry | |

From A Distance

A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope

In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle
Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle

~
The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place'
Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter,
A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside
Yet who really knew;

In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention
To have a view of nature's beckoning call
There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle
After the warm days the rain comes pimpling

A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio'
From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame'
Water and fire succeed;
The town, the pasture and the weed...

A young finch makes room in their nest
While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test
With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun;
To finally enter into God's heavenly rest,

From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been
With a time well spent in thought;
Through a small lens we can only vaguely see
A pivotal regard toward that of reality

Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended
The death of hope and despair
This is the death of air !


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none

This is gonna be short so my screen don't uff up


Actions 
So easily seen
Easy to forget or remember terrible things
Habits are same
When changed ppl around act so strange
They gesture in things n forget others feelings
Even if i respect it doesn't mean I like the thing
But will go with it n seeing shyt in front of my face I don't jump to guns
I wait
To see if my feeling is true
N if so THEN uff u
Not before from things before n if it looks like chicken stew but got duck in it than what is it to u
Change habits n ppl too
Start off first with hi how r u 
But what's the point of it all if ur most important fan is thru....Not finished but Peace


Details | Monorhyme | |

INVENTION

To sacrifice my time of fate,
inventors urging's commonplace,
the nudge ~ inviolate, but grace,
invention seems to win the race!

That stark inviting quells replace
Lord, nothing else give me to case
this being my worthwhile, my space
and ne'er refusings' stymied trace!

The idea thriving, wholeness ace
at last surviving, millions pace!
I am Invention ~ no escape
Necessities remaining . . . chase!


Details | I do not know? | |

Entrepreneur at Heart

Hundreds of hours for a moments exposure,
When so many doubt you passion lifts helps composure,

Make sure shop looks fit, 
nice and neat,
Bottles straight, 
service cant be beat

Customers walk in
always greeted with JOY
Go the extra mile
No strings attached or extra ploys,

40 hour workweek?
Haha, that's for wimps,
Following a dream makes happiness,
That's a hard concept to grip

Financial stability,
At some point it hits,
The Pros always manage,
They tread along with the grit


Details | Rhyme | |

Reminders of the King

Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
 
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
 
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
 
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
 
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
 
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
 
Ecclesiastes

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Footprints

One set of footprints in the sand

Perhaps someday we all will understand
With both surf & overhead sun
A hand to hold having shelter to protect from all harm
The shelter amidst a storm we run

Having one set of footprints in the sand
Each of us will choose our own destiny understand
With hand to hold its vested energy exposed
One set of footprints in the sand

Shattered glass extending into solemn pier

While then overhead seagulls flying throughout the air then disappear
I had shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
With moments like these filled up in solace then to refrain
Ever present laughter amidst the inner turmoil & pain

One set of footprints in the sand

Child of nature the son of man

One set of footprints in the sand
Hoping someday all will understand
In dire search for want beneathe the tide in discontent
Many as of late our already late on their rent

The economy in trouble & Obama not even making a dent?
In cloven asps filled with tears
In life it often pays to switch gears
To suck it up & swallow your inner fears

We all long for something yet what?

Through the years amidst all pain & tears
One makes you want to even throw up,
In sadness fought against the window pane
As shallow tempers having elapsed with fear insane!


Details | Free verse | |

Poets Are Not A Forgotten People

A poet looks intently at our world through a visible but very delicate lens/
Does all of the wishes that they aspire come true ?
Well ! It all depends ?
Yet through those delicate eyes we derive a most solemn surprise/
For some maybe their grace has not fallen on them ?
I don't think as a poet as a liar per say,
Rather, someone who connects with that half of the brain/
That no one bothers to tap into,
Although for now though dimly,
Yet what one does today will forever be echoed throughout all eternity !
Poetry/ Hits on many topics and aspects of life,
Relationships and material/
There can be no substitute for the real you/
Hence, it's all based upon choices,
For the materialization of the given subject matter,
To equate one's whole being as squeezing the tooth paste out/
Hence their is always still some jizz left in the bottom of the tube !
Still what may be true for you may not be for someone else ?
The poet should have a keen sense of vital improvisation/
Yet to not relent when critics start bashing one's subject matter,
This is a clear indication that as a professional writer/
One must pay real attention to the mere tone of the subject matter,
People could see through the lies/
Lastly, a true poet never dies,
Rather lives on in the many hearts of their adoring fans !


Details | Free verse | |

Gold Leaf

            Gold Leaf

Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls 
They see the glow of heaven at their heels
Marbled floors and altered states of grace
Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars
More gold leaf is needed
Walls must be fed
Outside mold clings and grows
Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty
Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost
Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross 
The priest promises to feed the congregation
Perhaps next season 
Hunger must wait, we understand 
More money is needed immediately
Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries
They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes 


Details | Personification | |

Heroes Are Not Forgotten

Many there be have turn their backs to thee/

No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?

But none the worse for wear,

Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/

In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/

Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
 
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !

We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !

No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,

We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !


Details | I do not know? | |

Pillar

My pillar a dying log, 
had stood firm through tireless tides. 
My pillar a shrunken log, 
her skin depicts all her life journyings. 
My pillar shall break soon, 
She promised not to break so soon. 
With grace i had polish her frail skin, 
Fed her all chance had granted me. 
Her ground cracks and shall stable her no more,
If thee perish,curse the soil and its greedy mammoths.


Details | Alliteration | |

House To House

House to house 
A passing, admiring scent

Hold me...we'll pass 
House to house 
You are still apart of me

Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears

House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?

When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers

Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house

Excited by curiosity 
There will be a house for us
At last

A key to joy 
Let us go...explore this terrain 

We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away

We are definitely here to stay 

House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever 

At last

Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more

This desire
Ruins me to the core

I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend 
Our wanted life
Without 
Passing 
House to house 
Dealing with passing 
To and fro by searching
House to house 

At last!


Details | Romanticism | |

Heavy Metal

The heavy metal series of poetry demonstrates an inner ability to speak words of 
kindness; Toward the resolve of the 1980's heavy metal scene; To demonstrate a 
reasonable high calibur of interest; To the average novice of intellect, It's plausible 
words ring in the ears;

Heavy Metal pt. I

In a torn branch withered in the wind

A silence toward its beckoning call
With a silver dollar tossed in a pool
It pays to stay focused then to lose your cool
The one that has no faith in God will lose their cool

Ronnie James Dio was the first ever to address this rule,

His was to slay the dragon in the rule of the game;
In shattered lined that wound & bind
A silence to its beckoning call;
The child listens then cry's in pain,


In ardent briars close to insane;

With cloves filled wretched stench in sulfur,
Amidst the closet drawer below the offer;
A deadly fix on the mainstream headlong,
Heavy metal in twisted leather chains,

Through shattered dreams within vilest pain,

In its ambiance of shelter amidst its cry;

To fall headlong then to believe its ultimate lie!

Faces in the window with storms in the night;

Having fallen face down in viscous fangs that bite,
Often dripping blood off side;
So easy to run away & hide in the night
With a heavy metal pull ravaged to plunder;

~

Heavy Metal pt. II

In full view of havoc proned to desolation in vile misery

The balance of an equestrian melody,
With pages torn on its new episode
Throgh a whole host in vile lamentation;
In mere brilliance from its setting sun

Amidst certain periods of social demise;

A short fuse in its reluctant quest,
With words spoken in the dark in certain conquest
Has now come into the fullness of light soaring bright
Chase dreams from your hair my sweet child chose the day;

To stand up and shout amidst the inner pain,

Shattered dreams amidst its painted glass yet intact
Hallways filled no one gets off on any free pass;
Faces in the window with storms in the night,
A laborer is intended to enter into its fullest of rest;

Faces in the window with storms in the night !

Heavy metal in the center of its scattered plight

The clear voice in reason is our successful right,
In this life never relent in ever giving up on the fight,
Keep your promises & attire,
We live in a world that is very strange!

They will take advantage & rearrange in the membrane,
Desolate cry's with wounded twisted lies;
Proned to silence amidst the greeting of its beckoning call


Details | Free verse | |

Unbelievable

Brass balls & eyes with a sliver of sin
Hence, where do I even bother to begin?
In fragmentation out on its desolate isle
We will know all the more in a great while

In sesation we get desperate & loneliness sets in
Enflamed by passion from within
Marked on its blotted page yet clearly intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Today I want to soar to a place that is much better then before
Some our eager to contemplate history
The final line embraced in eager desire
Through a barrage of misrepresentation

Yet still today I long to soar to a place
That is much better then before
To embrace the inner swell of pain
While the entire world outside is totally insane

Through a closed window 
Yet for the moment only one can speculate
Through the closed window one can barely see
A very vibrant yet different way of a reality

In swift decisions that must be made

In a painful thrust & shortness of breath
Most only tap into a very small portion of brain
Through a closed window one can barely see
In some sorted variation in a dream

We then wander aimlessly as in some nomadic tribesmen

In desperation flirting with fire in the brain
In pillaged torn rhetoric decorum
Through a closed window
One can claim an inner sense of hidden solitude

We are all in the same cage here
Why do the guilty go free?
Why do the heathen rage?
Why does the sun still shine?

As painted faces lost in time

Were all in the same cage here?

It's just I want to know
How a most beautiful flower does grow
Through its frolic ambiance to unfold
In heights of soaring tears in sight

Still the river still flows out in some peaceful sway
Within tempers on fire yet still some ardent desire
A pilgrims process one can claim
It is so good to know that I'm still in the game!


Details | I do not know? | |

Lose The Weight !

Just as though a person will train in the natural/
God wants us to use his talent in the supernatural !
A thought to ponder,

Many years ago/
A very noble poet had penned,
"The pen is mightier then the sword !"
Yet what was his richest reward ?
This came not from the things given to him by men !

One man had prayed long to God for help/

He went to the doctor,
Shortly after the doctor stated, His prognosis was grim !"
Lose the weight or your going to die !"

In return the man worked out everyday;
Even started working on his tan,
All of a sudden, the man started looking and feeling great !
Time had passed and he was crossing the street one day,
Suddenly he got hit by a car !


In the return the man prayed to the Lord again;

"Where were you God ?"
His reply was,
Frankly with that tan Sam, I didn't quite recognize you !
As the pen was to the sword/

Learn to pull forward to earn God's greatest reward !
One word to the wise,
"Read your bible and stay away from all of Satan's lies !"

The moral of the story may be strange but true !
That God isn't ever through with you !


Details | I do not know? | |

When Bodda Boom ! Met - Bodda Bing !!!

Years had passed still I had every bit of reason to grasp/

That true essence of what he said/
Yet there was many thought's inside my head ?
Like the time I drove my big wheel into the yellow Ollie !
I was speechless in thought and deed

Still I never bothered to take heed/

All I wanted to do was just speed !
That's how Bodda Boom met with Bodda Bing !!!
You all know what I mean ?
I even could hear that sweet little bird sing/

Bodda used to be a good friend until when
Bing came strolling into the town/
Many thought the freekin guy was such a clown
So nobody wanted him around/

Today Bing resides right next to The Jersey Shore
Last I knew he lived with a whore ?
Yet who knew/
About that two timer Boom/

He's the spitting image of Jessy James/
Then with his face I'd like to rearrange !
How could he do that to such a beautiful lady !
She's better off settling for Wavy Gravey !

So it was back to the past,
We had every reason to grasp/
That day when Bodda Bing met up with Bodda Boom !
Yet who knew ?


Details | Couplet | |

Congragulations

Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much 

When something so honorable,
Happens to come across

For me personally,
It was the proposition

From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement

In which I entered in,
And received a letter back

Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level

But that is not all,
Oh no

What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem

In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year

I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"

In the book.
Thank You.


Details | Lyric | |

Our Dream

My wife and I have a dream
to open a hair salon as a team

Some people think it will fail
going to start small then go full-scale

With a shampoo,haircut and blowdry
all we can is do give it a try

It wont be easy, but it wont be hard
I will be making a flyer and a business card

We have set the plan in action
waiting until we see their reaction

With all this red tape, you want to scream
but we can't give up,this is our dream


Details | Free verse | |

Pardon Me

Though I am taking food from you and
Though I am living among you
I did nothing to you and 
I cared only to my selfish needs

What a man i am and 
What a soul is mine
I have not wept for the others pains and
I have not shared others grieving

What for I am living here and
What is the use to my society
Though I am living as a man
I did nothing for them

All the lives except me
Are showing their gratis to the society
Even a little fly gave it's life to us
What is the use of my life

Forgive me and pardon me
To spent your valuable wealth
And call me to work for you
I want to repay my debt right now

Sakthi ravichandran 
An Indian English poet


Details | Free verse | |

A real person, a real destination

God will give you the enjoyment of life
When you do what He loves
Which is taken care of business 
Of His people
His beloved
He is into the business of providing care
So when you share of yourself
Love others
Or do anything of all the wonderful things that He puts on your mind
You will see that life is fuller
Richer
More fulfilled
When you give into the buxom of other human being
Share, my friend
What is on your mind?
That could be what someone needs for today
Make him/her your destination
And not the on the way bypass
To your road of nowhere
Be to everyone
What you would want God to do for you
Not a bypass
But a real destination


Details | I do not know? | |

The Voice of One!

The voice of one is crying out in the night.
Trying to be heard when nothing is going right.
Always trying hard to do their very best,
When sounds all around are mocking you, and
  You’re trying to find some rest.

The voice of one is crying, wanting to be heard.
Sitting in the shadows, trying not to be scared.
Scared of being right when others are doing wrong.
The voice of one needing to stand up and be strong.

One can make a difference when their voice is heard.
When they stand up against their avengers and not bow down to fear.
The voice of one crying in silence can not be heard,
They must come to the front and not hang back in the rear.

The voice of one must stand their ground, 
They must not give in to other’s defiant sounds.
They must stand firm and not give up on hope.
The voice of one will prevail when all others cannot cope.
                 The voice of one….

Can you be that one to cry out for the meek?
Can you speak out for the young and those who are so weak?
Can you be the voice that is wanting to be heard?
The voice of only one..
                                      is all the world deserve.

Ezekiah 22:30 And I sought for a man among hem, that should make up the hedge and stand in
the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none….




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Solace in a Plastic God

their solutions are ready 
but are made of plastic
not even enough sand for glass
Christ was born of homorphadite 
and was bread on fish and wheat
they hung him on a tree
to make an effigy
they spilt his blood 
and took a drink
so of the son of man
they missed his point I think


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Heart

Although a tear drop should fall through the pavement floor

Shades of grass torn in its desirable stregnth;
Fragmentation of a whisper with no mere shoulder to cry.
Then fought back the tears in my head wishing dead
In solace the filter was then drained in its timely hue

Folded hands in glance of maze
Heart 
Through disillusion & mediocre response;
In caring we will know by any means necessary

With a soft shelter to cry amidst the inner sadness & pain
Let me be the first to explain;
Shattered dreams within midnight screams
Amidst the porch bell parchment;

Heart
In sadness the Summer Solstice will notice;
latent dreams inside will scream

Vanquished as if we haven't yet even noticed
A challenge awaits through its sign & gate
Still it is best to live by faith
We rationalize our existence on store bought suds

Chasing crystals in jars of clay
In grand illusion throughout the day
Chase dreams once again through my hair my faithful friend
Chosen asps in sulfur & dessensitization

One would stick like glue then were through;
A lone habitation within its vested spool
Shadows in the rise of morn if their is a challenge its as good as born
Socialized wandering wizards running wild in our streets

In viable degrade;
Shelter lies dormant again amidst its beckoning call
Through the heart we have lit the spark;
To the source we light the candle in the dark

Heart
Shaded grass in its viable mast across the grass;
No peril to hard to embrace its inner guise
The peril or disguise...


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Truth

We each must believe in something to exist

Whether self is king or that in certain vice
To delegate a chance or that in some roll of the dice
Some our content in stoic & mundane
Wile others our frankly mentally insane

For the mighty God has done great things for me

Within pivotal yet fruitless gain or from borrowed chase
A reckless abandonment to an empty corpse shell
An angelic fervor of sorted chasm intact 
For stregnth comes in like a flood

Just suppose we just faintly disagree
This does not negate the real fact of spiritual equality
We each represent a stoic source in truth
Yet devided we sore vex call it a viable truce

Through a barrage in ample demonstrative approach to appease

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With painted stone freshly on the outside patio decorum intact
Tolerance is never an issue anymore
Set in stone its attributes deminish through a slight in hand

Hoping that someday soon we will surely live to understand

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With his mercies endure from age to age
Through frolic in twilight pasture
In ardent song within its smoked filled room laughter

This in effect prepares no one for the great here after?


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Eternity

Hearts unfold to shelter the pain lest I shall refrain,

The shadow pulls an ellusive sweat through viable regret;
In the face of devastation we still see his smile
Cause we know all the great while his blood
Was chosen for the benefit of others;

Blinded eyes to unfold this vested circle of love expressed

With no shoulder to cry in torment to watch us bleed evil deed
Exposed to the elements once more...
In viable degrade of dust to withstand the sweat on his hand
Hoping someday all will understand?

A hand to hold until the very rights to you are sold....

A heart to beat with sweat to bleed;
Eternity!
 Blood soaked sheets in reprise to heat,
Shadows torn fragments stirring within imagination 

Fought back the pain released in its salutation;

Eternity
Blood shed in our streets
Send the troops home...
With no good reason for them to roam,

Still a hand to hold the brave unfold through sad episodes

Eternity
Fought back the pain from within by a little help from a friend
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call drawn near
The fullness puzzled by night sweat from a fallen union!


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The Heat Is On

In valiant days of yore

The most brilliant of vast excursion to emplore;
Through an enduring moment filled with ellusive ambiance,
A glimmer of hope as a beacon of light to a weary world in need;
With time well spent in thought provoking sense,

Yet still marked on a blotted page yet fully intact;

Although the twilight sun had tainted my vision,
We have drawn a paradox forthwith even in the sand;
It is my hope that someday you will understand
When the children cry deep in the night,

A reflection of an image caught in time,

Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric ambiance 

A sought after display of elaborate words in flight;
To forget the night deep within its endless plight,

A single word spoken in its fullest extent;

The heat is on yet I will persist,
Through words frozen in time;
We then mix words through our own agendas
The heat is on so adjust your fenders


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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Broken Promises

The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade
In desolation it's will torn wild
We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters
Strangers
Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest
The more we want so the more we in turn invest
We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy
We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws
We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant?
We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge
In social regard toward difficult matters that appease
We lose sight of love & social need
In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand
In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim
The world outside is totally insane
A casual encounter with a so called friend?
The next day you got Aids, now you got pain!
The choices we make to appease the mind
In columns of choiced red, blue & brown....


Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain
Broken promises  can easily drive a man insane
A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion
Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation?
Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection
The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven
Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light
Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night
Elaborate decorum in want of passage;
We last a minute & grieve as the savage!


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Forgive Me Father

Into the darkness,
where eyes can't see,
only voices crying,
"what is happening to me."
"Is anyone out there,
where daylight dwells,
do you have an answer,
does anyone care?"
Paper stacked up,
with no value at all,
vaults with guards,
behind these walls.
The forgotten word,
from somewhere within,
forgive me Father,
for I know I have sinned.


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Against All Odds

Despite all limitations, I want to make a name for my self, even in Hollywood, California.
Despite all of the odds stacked against me, I'm 100% living proof. Every time I tend to
take a challenge like making good grades in school and talking to girls, I never backed
down from a real challenge life has given me. I even had a lot of nerve for entering
poetry contests, standing in front of a crowd, and attempting to become famous. I'd rather
defy all of the odds and make all of the liars and the phonies out of these so-called
"nay-Sayers" than letting people step on and taking advantage of me. I will do, whatever
it takes, to make sure that I make it in the poetry business and the movie business in New
York City and Hollywood, California. And despite me having autism, mild MR (mental
retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), I will make it to the top and rise
among the rest. I will have the world in my hands, and I will help the ones who have all
of the odds and limitations against them. If everybody is able to follow their dreams,
with God, there are no limitations, not on Earth. With all of the odds and all of the
limitations stacked against me, I will fight them, and I'm going to win. When life hands
you a lot of lemons, you make plenty of lemonade, and when the going gets tough, the tough
go antiquing.


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Whom

Shelter lieth dormant out of its beckoning call

In ellusive tide through loop holes of its proverbial sway
Follow me close throughout a variation in a dream
Soar with me through peaks filled with lavish uncertainty
Shelter me through a shadow vested shade filled with violence

With whom we have to do....

In quaint visitation filled covenant their is vested mercy
Nor a mere shadow to desperately cry out loud
Fought back a single tear without any shoulder to cry
Throught that in neglect of violence taken by force

Shattered dreams left in desolate ports

With whom we have to do...

In planted then plummeted recourse
Some our content to living with social demise torn mediocrity

Others, ponder a specualtion or simply content in making history,
Falling angelic forces negate creatures spotless bridal claim
The appease of the tempter thwart in meager desolation
With whom we have to do...

Where as others reflect, yet haven't a single clue?

A fresh scent of fallen dew billows in great peril a whisper
The establishment is slaughtered for lack of reason or that in imagination
With whom we have to do...
In shadows parade in chasms vent sway

A response to sadness with time reflection

The notion of forgiveness,
Take away the old warm the inner chill
With whom we have to do
Socialized wizards walking among us having vented tombstone for actual eyes!


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PUT SOMETHING IN THE BAG

as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"

the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching

but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life

to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags

so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ


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THE AMERICAN DOLLAR

I vow ALL allegiance to the Monetary Currency of ALL Nations,
Expendable Generations of Fathers, Sons, Mothers and Daughters,
Mother Earth Raped Hourly,
To the Limited Numbers of CRUDE BARRELS,
On Every Street Corner Crooked Politicians,
Profitability EVERLASTINGLY,
The Verdict of Justice Purchasable,
Moreover the Idea of Peace, Laughable,
The Dreams of Hope Categorically Extinct, 
God FOREVER Questioned, Occasionally Observed,
Additionally, Every Man Religiously Persecuted,
Illegal Immigrants are our TIMELESS FOUNDATION.


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The Rich, Poor Woman

You see her from afar
And know her well
She’s that old lady
With the cigarette and unwashed smell
She sits on the floor
A cardboard sheet for her body
Deep-set bags under her blue eyes
Her clothes now grey and shoddy

You turn up your nose
As the stench draws near
She claws at her diseased skin
She was once beautiful and fair
Her hair is now white and matted
Her wide smile disappeared,
Her belongings have been stolen,
But this woman is revered

For with the simplistic natural eye,
You see that she is a no one
The lowest form in society
As all her loved ones have gone
Yet with the Spiritual eye
She is pure royalty, a noble
Yes she is homeless,
But daily she goes before His throne

She is a child of the Most High
Yet people who pass may not see
The business people and children ignore her,
But she is kneeling before His feet
She prays to her Saviour
He hears her soft-spoken prayer
Those who pass make up stories about her, 
Their noses in the air

So before you judge this woman,
On the street homeless and poor,
She already has answered to Jesus
Yet He’s still knocking at your door…

Knock, knock
Who’s there?…





N.B. Just a general poem about the homeless and how you do not know their 
story; where they have been and maybe who they once were and that despite 
their image, they may not be what you expect. But this is based on the 
juxtaposition of a homeless saint versus money-mad business persons.


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A Fact of Living

Earth, Moon, Sun, Mars 
Or any other planets,
Have a same visit? 
They share only a sky. 

Everyone has his gravity,
A small one is cycling 
After another a big one,
Also that has circling.

Everyone has a neutral space,
Nobody disturbs others,
If unluckily dies someone,
The black hole gluts it. 

The black hole has responsibility,
As Rain clears atmosphere,
To clean up the sky,
Who controls them?

Is he a master of techniques?
Is he a master of wisdom?
Is he a master of planning?
Can someone beat him?

It is as parallel as a human,
He cycles in his circle,
Also he has circling,
A small is circling, 
After another a big one,
What’s a fact of life?


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Power of praise

Without him we are lost in sin forever

Without him we are sifted as wheat in its chaffe
With him we can now rejoice 
The power of praise can once again unite our hearts as one
The laborer's our few yet still he is the only one

With whom we have to do amidst the onslaught with caged fury

A court room is out of session so is the jury
Many today our living on real borrowed time can't we read between the lines
Please by all means send the troops home
There is no good reason for them to roam

With casualties that are enormous

For a stated cause that's atrocious
Merciful one, come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting before our nation grows colder!
Let us all look above to the heavenly love

As the sun heats up only time will tell when the soon harvest will boil
With the power of praise engulfed in our soul!


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Go to the Ant

Go to the ant and learn (2x's)
Go to the ant, ant, ant
Go to the ant and learn-  (Chorus)

She digs her house down deep
She builds her house up high
And though she has no king
Her armies stay alive

In the summer she will reap
For the coming winter sky
She gathers everything
Her colonies survive

(Chorus)

Consider all her ways
She's small but she expects
Her people stay as one
And she is strong and wise

So number all your days
Prepare for what comes next
And til everything is done
Let no sleep tempt your eyes

Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's)
Go to the ant  

(Chorus)


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Peace Motion

Nagasaki and Hiroshima, power has a lesson,
A person is intelligent a lesson is a fashion.
Hitler was a ruler what did him right and wrong?
I can rule over the world he has main attraction.

German learn a lesson they smashed down a wall,
East and west come together to condemn his action.
Jews were burnt alive but they didn’t learn a lesson,
Is Israel learning something Palestine has a creation?

Japan has learnt a lesson he has economic power,
A sign of patriotism everyone knows that nation.
When two nations are fighting a power sells power
US army lost thousands Vietnam what has a lotion?

Iraq divided into two nations when Britain was ruler,
Iraqi dictator claimed a war to capture his portion.
But world condemn this action attacked on Baghdad,
Hong Kong is a part of China they have peace motion.


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Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
S H I NE S,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking


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bright teeth morning

remember who, what, and how it happened
and
does it roll over and over
the scenario
in your mind of liquid
minds...
the fear of disaster 
because of the new beginning
and now 
what it all means
if it means anything
@ all
is the feeling of being alone
solo again
when eating
when dreaming
alone

then this someone comes along

she seams all the previous 
if you allow
but it 's impossible
because you can't move on-
another woman
has your mind and soul
hooked like a marlin
on the opposite end 
of a pro-fisherman

so what happens from birth
to present
is the knowledge
that this is o.k.

this progression has existed for
many millenia

there will be times where,
after a point,
the pack mentality
overrides

running w/ the wolves 
makes sense
because
you're tired of being solo

you need the reaffirmation that you're
o.k.
once in a while
while hanging w/ the dregs 
and the people that 
will accept you
for the dirtbag 
you truly are
until you come to the realization
that this new crew stinks worse
than any previous
so
going back home
and finding yourself ...

smiling into a hot pillow
counting the minutes
to expel the nonsense
just to wake w/ 
yourself
once again
and finally
moving forward
sans 
judgement


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Trying Of Your Faith

Many people today walk all over each other

Just to get to the top
Yet when they get their it's the top of what

Others take in pleasure from a certain existent vice

As if some creed that's caged animal that is in a tiny hole

While we wait in eager anticipation to reach our destination
The trying of our faith

Embraced in sullen laughter fixed in casual fear
For I had shed a single tear to numb its pain

With spoken words in sadness

Then faltering sadness gives way to ample gladness
The trying of your faith with certain grace

Through its quaint vibrant breeze that's sifted through the trees

In vibrant shallow expense
Filled in breeze in quaint isolation

A shadow lurks in its etched beckoning call
With hooks & loops supported after it all

A cause to reflect on faint hearted restitution 

The trying of your faith marked on its blotted page
Longing to recapture a torrent stream

With a flash on the screen of your life amidst
Painted faces abolished in its nearby stream 

Enchanted spaces filled up with myraid faces leaving traces

In the dire silence of its beckoning call
An impulse to touch the solemn exterior

The madness in caged fury resistance

To need a shoulder in which to cry on to lie against the fall
Stand tall from a papal vow to a torn rhetoric decorum intact

The trying of your faith works patience yet for some it can give them a heart attack?


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Life's Considerations

We all have bad days, in so many different ways.
Could it hurt to be polite, when in public sight?
Choosing, field of service, you shouldn’t be nervous.
When in the public eye, you should not sigh.

Say yes sir and yes ma'am, not words like ****.
Cursing shows no dignity, showing others indignity.
Those who lack the skills should head for the hills.
Those with no better tool should have listened in school.

If learning you lacked, you should have been whacked.
Civility is showing kindness, not your soul’s blindness.
If politeness you cannot give, then your heart is a sieve.
So learn some self-respect, courtesy will be the affect.


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Zaphnathpaaneah (Part I)

(Potiphar's Wife's Flattery)

Come lie with me,
For the goodman of the house is not at home;
He is gone on a long journey:
He hath taken a bag of money with him,
And will not come home until the day appointed.
Come lie with me,
For I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry,
With carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
Let us solace ourselves with loves.
Come lie with me,
For thou art goodly and well favored.
Lie thy body nest to mine and be close to me.
No one will know of the stolen waters we drink,
Nor of the secret bread we eat.
So, hold me; taste the sweetness of my lips,
And see that my mouth is smoother than oil.
Take my peace offering;
Come lie with me.

(Joseph's Wisdom)

Behold, my master hath committed all that he hath to my hand,
And there is none in this house greater than I;
Neither doth he care what is with me in the house.
He hath kept nothing from me but thee,
Because thou art his wife:
How can I sin against God?
Or why would I be ravished with a strange woman,
And embrace the bosom of a stranger?
Can a  man take fire in his bosom,
And his clothes not be burned?
Can one go upon hot coals,
And his feet not be burned?
How then can I do this great wickedness?
How can I sin against God?
For shall I be as an ox to the slaughter?
Or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
Till a dart strike through my liver;
Or as a bird that hasteth tot he snare
And knoweth not that it is for his life?
A wound and constant disgrace most assuredly I would get,
And my reproach would not be wiped away.
For jealousy is the rage of a man:
Therefore, he will not regard any ransom;
Neither will he rest content, though I give many gifts.
How then can I do this great wickedness?
How can I sin against God?


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BE A THINKER

aiways thank
don't sank
or complain
and  don't be 
here's the key
drink but not a drinker
be a
THINKER


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Zaphnathpaaneah (Part II)

(The Mockery)

Come lie with me,
For none is within the house but me and thee.
I take hold of thine garment,
So draw near to me and kiss me.
No!  I will flee fornication and get me out!
Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  Thinkest thou hast behaved thyself wisely?
Thy garment is within my hand.

Men!  Men!
Potiphar has brought an Hebrew to mock us.
He came in to me to lie with me,
But I cried with a loud voice, and he ran out.
Yet, his garment he left with me,
Until his lord come home.

Oh Potiphar!  My Potiphar!
The Hebrew servant which thou hast brought to us
Cam in unto me to mock me:
And I lifted up my voice and cried,
That he left his garment with me 
And he fled out.

(His Lord's Reply)

Joseph!  Joseph!
I take thee to be put  with the King's prisoners,
For my wrath is kindled against thee.

O my Lord show me thy mercy,
For I have behaved myself wisely.

Verily, thou hast behaved thyself wisely,
For thou didst flee fornication and got you out.
Though she spake to thee day by day
You hearkened not unto her; neither did thy heart decline
To lie by her, or to be with her.
You lusted not after her beauty,
Nor were you taken by the eyelids of her brazen face.
For she is an adulteress woman,
Who eateth bread and wipeth her mouth
And says, I have done nothing.
She hath cast down many wounded;
Yea, many strong men have been slain by her.
Her house is Hell
Going down to the chambers of death;
But thou hast hearkened diligently unto My voice.
Whatever you do I will make it to prosper,
For I am with thee
To show you mercy and give you favor,
For thou, indeed, behavedst thyself wisely.

Scripture Compilation					
	
Genesis 39
Proverbs 5:3,20; 6; 7:25; 30:20; 9:17


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Rich Young Ruler

      "Eternal life, please."
  "Sell all, give it, follow Me."
       Away he went sad.


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BE A THINKER

aiways thank
don't sank
or complain
and  don't be 
here's the key
drink but not a drinker
be a
THINKER


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Render to Caesar

What do you have that belongs to another?
Tribute?  Custom?  Honor?  Fear?

Whose image and name is on that thing?
Friend?  Stranger?  Leader?  Brother?

Where is the due that you should bring? 
Near?  Afar?  Hoarded?  Covered?

When will you owe only love for another?
Today?  Tomorrow?  There?   or Here?


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A Bridge

Strengthen your stakes
Lengthen your chords
On the right and left
Ascend, break forth
‘Bove sea to land
Stretch forth to it
Extend your reach
Get over it
Just like a bridge
To barren cities
Rejoice and sing
When inhabited
Enlarge your tent
Lengthen your chords
Strengthen your stakes
Ascend, break forth
‘Bove sea to land
Stretch forth to it
Just like a bridge
Get over it.


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Innocent Killings

11th September,
Twin towers were on target,
Terrorists has revenge,
Against a democratic system.

11th September,
A black day for mankind,
Thousands innocent lost their lives
Only to reward justice.

11th September,
A democratic system,
Starts a search against criminals,
And killed thousands innocents.

11th September,
A search against criminals,
Turned into a clash,
To attack on countries,

11th September,
A justice promoting family,
Was targeted on their travelling,
To pressurises justice system.

11th September,
Turned into a clash of religions,
A holly Jihad or a justice seeking group,
Opens fire against eachother.

11th September,
Where Citizen has fight,
And challenged their national security,
For their religious belief.

11th September,
Got an opportunity of poverty,
To use poor children,
For promotion a human bombs.

New York, Washington, London,
Madrid, Philippines and Egypt,
Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq,
Palestine, Israel and India,

Nuclear Bombs are on top list,
To stop a danger in future,
But a terrorist network still alive,
After thousands innocent’s killing.
  
11th September,
A war on terrorists is continue,
Turned into a war of intellects,
Where mankind has innocent killings.


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BUSINESS TAKEN TIME UP

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 Subject: BUSINESS TAKEN TIME UP   Today at 10:32      

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BUSINESS TAKEN TIME UP


Someone once said “Great men are made of time taken up by themselves” that 
man was CHARLAX the poet [{hint} { hint}] ewe may quotation mark me [OH wait] 
the vernacular is “Quote me” the alien that eye become is not sure of his 
sintaz??? Syntax of course business is just time taken up usually by the mee but 
sometimes by the ewe and when she is taking my time up from me it is the best 
present of holiday ever given to the mee most of my time is now given to the 
poetry and ewe and mee time taken up by the business is free no walls no bars 
holding mee until the end of life coming so fast the end gets nearer with each 
struggling breath relax gentle reader its poetry true nothing is wrong just making 
a rhyme and filling my time just for ewe just business taken time up 
 
           
 
 
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Talents and Treasures

Do not be unfaithful with another man's treasures,
Or you will not be trusted with what truly belongs to you.
Do not be angry about another man's inheritance;
Invest your talents and your treasures will increase, too.


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Where you were last night and why were you there?
Why do you do that, are you not stopping my care?
You can go anywhere if you have no personal matter,
If you have personal matter before to go you need share.

You are a family person this is your responsibility,
If I mind and objecting to do, don’t feel you are guilty.
I am securing your time and providing a good support,
If you have spare time you can read something and write,

Why do you think you are only wants to enjoy time?
Why do you ignore me always what did I have crime?
If you have job for money I serve you for my honour,
Respect is a common matter you will understand it sooner.

I am n’t objecting only you have right to grow your skill,
I am asking only to share that’s a gap I ask to fill,
Relationship is a base of trust, try to upgrade image,
I like to read you: please try to write a new page.