Best Conviction Poems
harsh adversity
brings forth determination
tulips in the snow
Sweetened dung is shoveled down
gluttonous throats with eager appetites for
alleged misdeeds skillfully spun
into a frenzy of sensationalized hype
by media-seasoned reporters.
.
Seduced by speculation and hearsay,
a jury of pseudo-intellectuals assembles
neatly with moral turpitude tied
smug and tight around rigid white collars
stained heavy with sweat and anticipation.
She stands alone as the eyes of
the court pierce through her appraising
her posture and expression while
the echo of charges being read dissipates
with the smell of type ink and old mahogany.
Fragments of truth embellished
for shock-value and dramatic effect
spill forth as vomit
from confessional mouths
reeking of rot and fermentation.
Vulturous prosecutors rise in fluid
motion squawking accusations in
expert execution of closing arguments,
pecking apart flesh, unconscionably
scattering the meaty bones of her defense.
Blinded conviction,
Inceptions with deceptions,
Inversed repentance.
He put his hands on a little baby
His thoughts and actions, total impurity
Does things that, to us, are so obscure
The kinds of things no one wants to hear.
His 9 year old son,
To his head- Dad holds a gun-
"Now you do as I say," trying to
convince the frightened boy,
"You'll like it, we're only going to play".
He has found his mark
Breaking into her home,
he planned to embark-
in the middle of night
the coward rapes her in the dark.
She is almost eighty
has always lived in love & safety
A happy life she has always lead
Until he beat her over the head
Spread his seed and disease
leaving her for dead, he simply fled.
Immediately thereafter,
He was caught,
his life now a disaster!
Behind bars they want him,
for "Some kinda social sin."
A sweet talking lawyer
convinced the jury he "had problems"
"No need for prison, sometime in a
Mental hospital"
"Conversion, not conviction."
"After all, most testimonies are
pure fiction."
This is the reality we, as a society,
face every single day.
Forget converting these freaks,
sexual predators - molesters
and child **** geeks.
I say fry 'em all
and let them know what it feels
like to be so helpless, so small.
A. Green
Trafficking
Infront of her they called me a
bloodyfool
When my heart called her beautiful
Lies she was told in their alibi
But she told how she felt them as a
sweet lullaby
When they said she was to mourn
her bereaved cares
She said she fear not in the pain of
her cares
For she gives care to the pain she
would bear
As she showed lament in all her tears
For my tears not to be of swear
Then i mourned all her bereaved
cares with bliss of tears
For in her love she exercised caution
Opening my heart handled forth to
come
For i saw the roots of caring for
someone with constant attention
As she stood as a pilla made of cedars
To rafter the house my heart
The Holy Spirit
Instilling within your heart
Gifts of Finest Wheat
One.
There could never ever be
No greater love than I have for thee
Destined to meet and so it be
Because I am just as much part of you
As you are you are as much
Part of me
As one together
We walk Life’s highway
Hand in hand
I hope I make thee feel
A special woman
As you make me feel
A special man
A reflection of each other
Hearts bonded
With a a warm true love
Araldite inseparable and invincibly strong
Our love a perpetual circle
A gift from God
The Angels sweetest song
Commitment
And contentment
Forever will be
The pillars of the rest of our lives
Shared in eternity.
Peter Dome©2019.
When a child looks you in the face,
and says "please don't cry,
It'll all be alright."
And he believes it,
Even if he cant tell you how or why.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
and I've watched you pace these halls
Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to loose, nothing to live for,
nothing to fear.
Thank you, for your invitation . I'll be sure not to leave your side. We will become very fast acquainted. My naive child, theres no use trying to hide.
I should probably introduce myself. I am your very own addiction. But, you can not be angry with me. I am your own self-conviction.
I bet you feel rather stupid, falling right into my trap. I'm a master at manipulation. Youll never escape my world. How does it feel to dance with the devil? For he and I are one in the same. God, has completley abandoned you, so you might as well stay in the game.
Are you honestly going to try and beat me? A useless battle if you want to know. Go a head and make an attempt. Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show.
I guess you think your special. But your not ; you cant hold your sobriety long enough to stop! I'm still around every corner, In the back of your mind. I'm your greatest fear.
I'll always be your dirty little secret. I won't disappear ; a visious cycle, that's what your thinking. I'm satans weapon of mass destruction, and a silent killer of America!!!
It's genius when you think of it.... I am your Addiction!!!
she was hooked on drugs part of her life
but has a son to help her fight
in life we never know the road we may take
but changing the course is never too late.
he had taken the same road as she
main lining and pills was all he could see
addiction is a hard price to pay
but something happened that changed his way.
I know the lifestyle all too well
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell
then he had become drug free
and a drug councilor he would be.
he had gotten many on methadone
and good results it had shown.
now as you go through the withdrawal pain
think of how much you have to gain
withdrawal is not an easy task
do you want your life back? you must ask!
do you recall the birth pains that you went thru
and his life was fresh and new.
wasn't all that pain worth your while
that you had such a beautiful child.
there is no pain that you can go thru
than the pains that a mother knew.
you have to be willing to make the change
otherwise your life will stay the same.
these words are from a concerned son
the choices you've made can be undone.
(1/30/13)
louis rams :
Life,
is not fair
or maybe it's
death
Deprivation
from ones we love
sorrow is it's
present
Sickness
in our minds
our bodies not in good
health
Bothersome
are the days
but the memories serve us
pleasant
Unsafe
thoughts cross the brain
by knowing you those thoughts are
Stealth
Conviction
painful with you gone
remembrance is the
penchant
Looking down the barrel of a weapon of destruction;
I have been bitten by the venomous deceptions of a reptile;
And once again I have concern for my ability to recover.
And beauty my friends is truly only skin deep
And with those eyes much like those of an angel;
She dwells far beneath the many layers of deception.
And from her mouth untruths hurl as if it were undeniable and I shudder;
At the twisted propensities of my own self as a man
Love being displayed as proof positive flows smoothly as if rolling down hill;
And all appears as tranquility of a well-oiled tool of entombment.
But death one must assume only comes after;
All ability of defense has long ago fallen to the evils of torment
So I’ve told myself don’t get caught trying to please that which seeks it not
I’ll never win nor can there ever be harmony or acknowledged self-worth
But this time-escape has illuminated a portal of escape and I make my plans
So I dust off my sandals and accept happily that she’s not my style anymore.
Are there spires of salvation
tearing through your sin
anchors of admonishment
splintering hypocrisy to wood
Would you die for your beliefs
beaten bloody and religiously raw
mocked as a penniless sycophant
crucified before a mother’s love
Do you cry for the suffering
like disease ravages the poor
dressing their weeping wounds
with the righteousness you abhor
Do you believe in blasphemy
the absurdity of an ethereal grace
judging a man’s convictions
for the apathy in his wake
I am drunk on a very strange wine
A potion of potent ecstasy.
Stars are spinning around my head
As I run in my day dreams full of lucid daisy fields.
A restless burden is holding my heart hostage
In my long nights alone.
All I can do is say his name
Again, and again, and again.
My love, my lover
My man with emerald seas in his eyes.
In his drunken gaze is where I drift
And swim in his maze
His labyrinth of erotica, mysteries
Jesus Christ, and Lucifer.
He repeats these words a bottle full of times with his drunken lips
" I love you. I love you. Don't you know that I love you".
I have visions of us dancing naked in the desert
Under a midnight blue sky
Laughing like happy hyenas
And making love like angry lions.
I want to anoint his long body from head to toe
With my sweet perfume, for I worship him.
I want to grab his dark hair
As our lips touch with wild hysteria.
Let me stand on top of the mountain
And shout my great conviction!
I want no other man, and what a freedom it is
To be bound and chained to him.
I will win his heart.
Like Columbus, I will discover and conquer his land.
No more shall my love be afar
No more shall his heart be locked from mine.
I stand above all harems and hopes
Of all other fair maidens.
My name is Victoria
My name speaks for itself.
I may be small and fragile
But I stand tall with a sword upon his heart and body
As he surrenders to me.
Tomorrow may be a cruel joke
But tonight I am drunk in a strange love.
I am petrified to pieces.
Lover, please don't do this.
Don't pull over, and ask me to get out
Please....
The road is dark
And the air is cold.
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!