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Details | Free verse |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Narrative |

"Evil Twin"

"Spiritual Narrative"

After life began,  appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’  naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated

Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created

Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine

Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth  cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
 
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial,  `Tis non swerve able

Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win

Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will,   lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well

12-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


Details | Rhyme |

What is it like to be misunderstood?

What is it like, when no one can see the roses blooming in your heart When no one 
understands you When you are two worlds apart  When everything you say they take the 
opposite way Saying that you are evil That you are a menace to their day  What is it like 
when you continue to pray  then nothing but evil comes your way Trying to go forward to 
achieve  yet constantly being hindered by traps and schemes  So called friends taking away 
their laughter and hugs  When you call on the name of Jesus, they say you are on bad 
drugs  Being misunderstood happens all the time  Darkness seems to be clouding your 
sunshine   Rejection seems to be the cause of much pain  What is it like when their love 
turns vain  Sometimes it feels like i could of  would of  should   That's what it's like to be 
misunderstood


Details | Rhyme |

Out of the Darkness and Into the Light

Lost and alone in habits so dark,
Trying to move forward but stuck in park,
Blinded by temptations and evil desires,
Always falling short of what was required,
Caring about no one, only myself,
Refusing to believe that I needed help,
Drinking myself to sleep every night,
How will I ever come out of this darkness and into the light?
Neglecting my family and breaking their hearts,
Not even realizing my life was falling apart,
Breaking the law and ruining my name,
Playing with life as if it were a game,
Killing myself slowly, wishing I would just die,
My heart so cold now that I can’t even cry,
My plans and dreams pulling out of sight,
How will I ever come out of this darkness and into the light?
Sinking deeper and deeper into this dark hole,
Desperately searching for someone to save my lost soul,
Losing all the people that are closest to me,
I now know I need help can God be the key,
How can I be chosen, who am I,
Just another addict that wanted to die,
Taking a hold of me with a grip so tight,
Have I finally found the way out of the darkness and into the light?
Being delivered from all my evil ways,
Wanting to live for many more days,
When I am hurt He is there to heal my wounds,
Singing Him praises to my new favorite tunes,
Although I was lost, I am now found,
Never again to be pulled back down,
I was once blinded, but now I have sight,
I am out of the darkness and have found the Light!


Details | Free verse |

Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.


Details | Alliteration |

Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


Details | Quatrain |

I Serve The Lord

I serve the Lord
	By the things I do
            	I am his servant
                       		 These words are true
My eyes have seen things
          Only evil men know
          		My heart has lived places
                       		 Only evil men go
My mind has thought things
	Only evil men think
            	My lips have tasted things
                        	Only evil men drink
I have lived places
	Only evil men live
		I have gave orders
                       		Only evil men give
I once traded my soul
	To live in a flask
            	I lived in the shadows
                       		Adorned with a mask
My truth is my honor
	My words are my plight
	 	I serve the Lord
			By the words that I write
I no longer grow old
	By the light of the moon
            	No longer is my soul
			Swimming in a spoon
I serve the Lord
	By the things that I do
		Have no doubt in your heart
			These words are true
Once in a miracle
	Through the words of a rhyme
		A sinner found Christ
			And stopped doing time
Set free on a mission
	To enlighten your soul
		I follow the Lord
			In search of my goal
The man that I was
	No longer exist
		He died the first time
			My wife and I kissed
Inside of a box
	I decided to pray
		Stepping out of the darkness
			  Embracing the day
I serve the Lord
	Through the words I write
		Your soul is my mission
			Serving God is my plight
I don’t criticize or judge
	That’s just not my way
		I simply bow my head
			And for everyone I pray
The prayer is quite simple
	It’s a spiritual bath
		I just ask the Lord
			To enlighten your path
The brighter the light
	The lighter the Son
		When this life is over
			This job will be done
I follow the Lord 
	He guides my path
		It’s all very simple
			No complicated math
I serve the Lord
	In all that I do
		If you wish to know why
			It’s because I love you




Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Game

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played, 
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.

The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.

I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,

So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth, 
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.


Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.


I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.


Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.


The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.


The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.


So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.

That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.


The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.

more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Rhyme |

Put On The Full Armor of God

Put On The Full Armor of God “12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God." Eph 6:12-17 NIV Put On The Full Armor of God, So you can stand against the Devil’s schemes. Our struggle’s not against flesh and blood, That on the surface seems. It’s against the powers of darkness And the Spiritual forces of evil, So Put On The Full Armor of God To protect you from the Devil. Buckle the belt of truth Right around your waist. Guard yourself with the breastplate of righteousness, By your heavenly Father placed. Adopt the gospel of peace and love, And take up faith’s shield, So you can extinguish the evil one’s arrows— Never more to yield. Put on the helmet of salvation, And place your sword by your side. The sword of the Spirit is God’s word, That provides you power inside. Pray in the Spirit continually— Your armor to protect. Be alert and pray for all the saints, That they may be circumspect. The Full Armor of God is essential To protect you from the unseen foe. Make sure you wear it continually, Whatever you do or wherever you go. You are the Lord’s ambassador, So be fearless in your armor. Allow the Lord to fight your battles, And He will show you favor. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | Rhyme |

Prayer 2013

Almighty, as we begin 2013 a new year,
Speak to us daily,YOUR words we want to hear,
On the road of life,safely steer,
Open our eyes,of evil beware,
Relieve us,of all our fears,
Encourage us to do more,the world needs care...

Almighty,2013 a new year we begin,
Hold our hands,through thick and thin,
Help us to search ourselves from deep with-in,
Encouraging YOU,to wash away our sins,
Let YOUR light,run through our limbs,
Putting evil on stand-by,no time for him...

Almighty,2013 our lives please bless,
We will chant YOUR name,YOU do the rest...



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