Best Reconsider Poems
You had better think twice before using that knife;
You won't be protected because that guy is well connected;
You are first on the list the minute he is missed;
Want to spend your life as some hairy man's wife?
I think you ought to know you won't run the show;
You'll have to PC up from the grave he'll erupt;
I think you need to leave or for life, you will grieve;
Reliving the day when you gave your life away
In a moment of doubt you pulled your weapon out;
You bullied them around & tried to hold them down;
I want you to know they'll still run the show;
Even if they go down you won't be around
You reap what you sow as you always show;
Doing this deed still won't quench your need;
Berate and dominate when it's yourself that you hate;
Claiming that its love but truly love can't be judged
It's your mind that creates scenarios that are fake;
Maybe take a tip I think you oughta quit;
Before its too late to stop your mind rape;
There is no excuse for constant mental abuse
Stories you make up another excuse to erupt;
Then plan your attack when no one's fighting back;
You push them around & throw them to the ground;
Consequences are severe for those who instill fear
Today I have to say you can't always have your way;
Straighten up your act these things you can't take back;
Take the knife from his back and throw away your sack;
Before its too late and you seal your own fate
Those past discouragements
and unheeded advices
made everything harder for me,
to reconsider love more thoroughly...
Did I ever find that true somebody,
who would have believed
so blindly in my unquestionable sentimentality,
and not in my loyal feelings living inside;
have I been so selfcentered
or put on a face of insincerity?
I eagerly searched for that perfect woman
with the urge of an irrational man;
unfortunately,I misjudged those wanting me
for their pleasure alone!
Oh,I could have been
so venturesome and silly,
and enjoyed the intimacy
so intensely desired by me!
Unexpectedly,I'm forced again
to reconsider love more thoroughly...
He was worth more dead than alive
Told himself they’d survive
He didn’t think it was sin
To violate one of the Top Ten
Thou shalt not kill included himself
It was in the dusty Bible there on the shelf
With an empty heart and lost soul
Life had become out of control
Last ditch effort to ease the pain
He put a bullet in his brain
Now his heart doesn’t beat
But his spirit feels the heat
Envision continuous raging fires
Feel the smoke burn your eyes
Smoldering sulphur in your nose
Flaming furnace without a hose
Before you pull the trigger or ring the bell
Imagine an eternity spent in HELL
When the light looks dim at the end on the tunnel
GOD is the one to get you out of trouble!!!
DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE?
It makes one wonder, it makes one think
It makes one’s heart begin to sink
Is He, will He, does He hear?
Does he consider a child’s fear?
I don’t know and may never will
Is He something or is he nil?
Is He someone in which to believe?
While a child’s mother is given to grieve
I am weary, I am tired
While in the muck of misery I am mired
Headlines scream but are silenced too soon
While I mourn yet another midnight’s moon
Where is He whom so many know,
while my fear and queries grow?
My questions mount like mountains high
Is he a fairy tale or simply a lie?
It makes one wish, it makes one pray
But where is that missing child today?
Newspaper clippings grow yellowed with age
As I highlight the words inked upon an aged page
It makes one’s hope fade like that ink
As one continues to wonder and think
There sit I amidst the pious in pews
As I begin to believe He must ignore the news
Some are found alive and some are found well
Alas too many are lost by the hands of a born-again hell
Too few of the damned ever hear a jail cell slam
And if He is real then I wonder if God really gives a damn
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DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE?
It makes one wonder, it makes one think
It makes one’s heart begin to sink
Is He, will He, does He hear?
Does he consider a child’s fear?
I don’t know and may never will
Is He something or is he nil?
Is He someone in which to believe?
While a child’s mother is given to grieve
I am weary, I am tired
While in the muck of misery I am mired
Headlines scream but are silenced too soon
While I mourn yet another midnight’s moon
Where is He whom so many know,
while my fear and queries grow?
My questions mount like mountains high
Is he a fairy tale or simply a lie?
It makes one wish, it makes one pray
But where is that missing child today?
Newspaper clippings grow yellowed with age
As I highlight the words inked upon an aged page
It makes one’s hope fade like that ink
As one continues to wonder and think
There sit I amidst the pious in pews
As I begin to believe He must ignore the news
Some are found alive and some are found well
Alas too many are lost by the hands of a born-again hell
Too few of the damned ever hear a jail cell slam
And if He is real then I wonder if God really gives a damn
© 2010…..free cee!
A time to stop and think
A time to behave and try again
A time to sit and relax
Of those negative attitudes of yours
A period to think about your failures
A period to try again in that lost hope
A period to relax and make a decision
On those steps you have taken
A moment to give all your best
A moment to decide whether to stop or continue the race
A moment to let everything go
So that your future will not injure you