Repent, and you shall be forgiven
And hopefully, reinstated
If you are conscience-driven
It’s much appreciated
No need to come up with objections
Just humbly take the charge
Accept all stupid allegations
Before they grow too large
The astute will suspect you’re kidding
Those will be a minority
Most of the judges will believe you
So blessed by their authority
You go whatever way you see
It might be not the same
You walked before, but you are free
To start another game
It is a gaming world, all play
Whatever game they like
In games of war for peace they pray
In games of work they strike
Of course the wise like to pretend
That only justice meets their needs
But at the high stakes it depends
Forgive the hypocrites.
What do I really miss?
Unpredicatable points of view followed by aggressive tones
The upset, anger, the constant moans
About...
Working late or having no time
The evaluation, "I'm fine, I'm fine"
Squabling about nothing or over exaggeration
Never any words of love or adoration
The continued sleep late in the morning
The ever so present statement, "It's boring."
The frown and the growl, the lies and betrayal
The realisation our marriage will fail
The jealousy of me, my job and my friends
Of relationships with family, the list never ends
The way that you shout obsenities and cruel words
Controlling, coercieve, manipulation just taking turns
The drinking of vodka late in the night
It changed your appearance and bought about flight
The allegations, the cheating, the narcissist ignorance
Leave us alone, we want rid of this sequence.
As apes that muddled the streams rather than quenching their thirst
Pharisees went to the temple for mischief; not to pray.
Like death-stalker scorpions, in stinging, they were well-versed
In the man with a drooped hand, the predators found their prey.
Compassion, like nectar from the herb, dripped from Jesus.
He saw the withered-handed, by psychic worries, stranded
Empowered by the heavens, to reform the egregious
To him, to stretch his hand, he compassionately commanded
The hypocrites, as though the crane that found a fish, arose
They brought the Sabbath laws that stood always with them, like guards.
They shot allegations at Jesus like brutish arrows.
With a sun-lit smile, he looked at them with loving regards
Do not clog the flow of the streams of love of the divine.
Isn't abundance of love, the divinity's design?
No one can feel the pain of a molested female
She cries from her soul
She is alive from her body,but her uniqueness, her authenticity, her desires get annihilated
She gets besieged by the allegations of society,
Ultimately she is rewarded by the tag of "Culprit"
And harassed mentally to the point where she decides to quit by suiciding
Is a female, mere a material for the men to fulfill there so called sexual cruelty, to show there masculinity
Whenever she is raped
It shatters all her dream and independence to fly high..
And all her grief is mere a joke for the so called"MALES" who has dilema of being a god of a female??
I remember when I was a young man,
My manager has a sense of some place to go. He was a er, a screw head, a person that would not take it anymore. A man that stood up against the scum, the s the dogs, the filth, the . After meeting a person with allegations of guinea pigs and a court date for molesting his sister.
I watched my managers head, explode, because in an email the probational officer never said “hello, Hi, or my name”, “its “so ing rude” as she “makes me want to ing leave, I dislike her and can't work with her”! “SO, SO, So MUCH I'm thinking of quitting, because of HER”.
Some days I get bad ideas in my head. Next, I’m talking to the receptionist, and I tell her about a date tomorrow.
I told her my reservations, regarding meeting someone “she has two children” and “It' was hard to get over one boy”. “Dave, you have not met her yet, don’t think about the end”. People are cold and distant.
I smile as both the movie and life is true.
Forgive me, children
For walking through the desert
Thinking the world was dry and barren
While lying on the wet, dewy grass
...limited vision
Forgive me, children
For focusing on used clothing
Thinking new is necessary and natural
While being fully covered in skilled threading
...hidden desire
Forgive me, children
For preventing control of rules and ways
Thinking soil had to be free from contaminants
While covering the ground with fertilizer
...mangled roots
Forgive me, children
For not leaving you in the care of others
Thinking love was limited and untrustworthy
While flowing in the process of healing
...unsubstantiated allegations
Against the Creator
Forgive me, children
For my experience of life
Thinking out was in
While being, now, where I've always been
Alive...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/28/2022
I love you, she questioned?
The words, an inquisition,
at least in the early years.
Will you care for me?
Will you be faithful?
I love you? Do you love me?
Could I have done better? Could I be happier?
Have I made a mistake?
Have I made a mistake!
I love you?
I love you! She accused,
no gentle touch, no kiss,
no tenderness,
only allegations.
The words said so many times a day,
I love you, unfounded innuendo,
suspicion in her voice,
recrimination in her eyes.
The pain of that beautiful phrase,
I love you!
I love you, she deluded,
trying to convince herself,
to convince me.
Half hearted and trite,
No emotions exuded, only allusion.
I love you, Forever,
indifferent inscription inside of the ring.
Peck on my cheek,
fading, until it’s whispered no more,
I love …..
03/02/2022
You don't have to see this:
You don't have to stress the eyes
Cause you won't understand
Yes!
You would not
You don't have to...
Nothing is wrong!
You don't have to read my poem
You will wither into my pain
Please don't read these lines
You could be caged in.
Please don't go further
Tears may freely roll
Eyes may freely swollen
Hearts may easily bleed
If you continue with this write
It may read the truth
Yes!
I said stop!
I have been accused
I have been depressed
I have been blamed
I have been chained
I have been bullied
Raped
Ignored
Used
Betrayed
Mostly for zero cause
I can feel your concern
Yes!
I can!
But you should not...
Life is funny
And I have seen it
You don't have to see that
You don't have to think that
Cause nothing is wrong
Do not worry
Do not think it
Do not stress it
I am fine
Forget the allegations
Forget the interrogations
Forget the accusation
I mean forget the...
I am fine
Nothing is wrong
Just let me be
I need to be alone
I need peace
I need rest
Please, leave me in the dark
I am fi... ??
Where peace and kindness do a waltz.
And your friends as towering pines grow.
Accepting you, respecting you, as you are.
Velvety true, not for a second, false!
Oh, no, my girl as God lives in you.
Friends lift you above false allegations.
These rare angels, having not any love
limitations.
Blessed be their soft souls.
Absent any recriminations.
Just joy and love’s gentle laughter.
Not a whisper of recrimination.
12/13/2021
Persecution
Your spewing blasphemy like a teenage rhapsody.
Full of spite, while you delight in the atrocities of vulgar and hate.
Nobody wants to be your mate!
A false bravado; like Watergate.
An obnoxious image trying to intrigue the nations.
While your entire family goes under investigation.
There is no liberation.
Just a low rate politician wanting more recognition!
While everyone suffers, and the homeless community rises.
There is no immunity in your words.
People fly away from you, like a flock of birds.
Do you understand? How absurd?
We are discharging waste matter through your lies, and allegations.
As you're full of it ; standing by the ditch filling up the graves with Jews to persecute.
I don’t have the abbreviations for your biggety behavior; as you victim shame women. We were handed a great big lemon.
I heard…
he was higher than the starry sky he painted
a genius’ stroke with a sable red brush
dipped in white opium dust
of pain hidden from the mirror’s occupant
agony twisted darker than the starry canvas
concealed behind glistening constellations of doubt
to live or die
the artist painted Vincent’s Sky
I know…
the piercing pain of abandoned nights
allegations echoing the deeds of a sinner
bearing track marks on rawboned arms
chained to opium’s ether
blinding sodium vapor stars
broken asphalt lulling my dreams
to live or die
straining to enter
Vincent’s Sky
She got more fame from marrying a Prince,
I have no clue if the allegations are nonsense.
Is this her Oscar-winning performance as well?
With time the truth comes to light with a loud yell.
There are no allegations that
My birthright is of a monster
Nor is there a pretense that I am beast
But one of the brutes
Is hibernating
In the recess of me beneath
The etiquette of a queen
Is to be poised, decent, and unique
But there is a leviathan
That has aspirations to be unleashed
For many decades past and future
This monstrosity continues
Pondering who or what will be
On life’s menu
Please take a step back
I can’t be responsible if there
Is a consequence of a full lethal attack
Read the signs and beware
There is a hellion in my soul
That desires to be disimprisoned
And it’s portentous
Because it’s gasp is only within
A few unsafe measurement of feet
Exacerbated with thought
by the subtraction of calculation
a frustrating calibration
Tongues twisting and turning
Computing images of relations
extracting time and patience
withdrawing from allegations
telemarketing frustrations
With calls of aggravation
Irritating the mind,
Hanging Up
" a light tongue twister lol"
Doth my eye's deceive me
Or is that an Orb you are gripping
in the palm of your hand
Glowing effervescent scarlet red
Like the colour of the blood
it was written in or the sparks
igniting from it's fuse
Waiting for the smoke to clear
and heat to dissipate
Until it's orbit spinning settles
pointing in the direction of the
guilty party
And the atmosphere turns
borderline electric with
recriminations, allegations
Only to find ourselves right
back at the finish line where
we started in the beginning
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