Best To Cast The First Stone Poems
I’ve decided to have me a seat and tell you what’s on my mind.
The following words are original, they are nobody else’s but mine.
They may not be very polished, and my grammar might not be just right.
I will never be a great poet, but I sleep quite well at night.
This is not some artificial intelligence, it’s just my fingers on keys.
These rhymes are just for fun, kind of like the birds and the bees.
There is no one I seek to impress, just hoping for a smile or two.
My grass will never be greener, and my sky contains the same blue.
I might write a little about faith, or maybe my incredible wife.
You might hear a line about gas or some of the truth in my life.
Feel free to turn up your nose, you will find that I really don’t care.
I will always be true to my friends, and immune to each snobby stare.
Go ahead and copy my words, you can even pass them off as your own.
My walls are all made of glass, so it can be you to cast the first stone.
Feel free to do as you please, our admin will not even look.
The dishonest will continue to plagiarize, then brag about writing a book.
You think this is the way I wanted to live,
I’ve been through a lot and yes I have
Sinned,
But tell me are you perfect?
Tell me you have never sinned before?
All my life I’ve wish to go through a different door,
But yet I am stuck here searching for happiness
And all you do is judge me,
I know I’ll never be good enough I know I’ll never be the best,
And yet behind all of your anger and rage
You too have felt pain,
Saving stones you’ll throw some other day?
But if you haven’t sinned then be the one to cast the first stone,
Maybe I like the idea of soothing your sadistic crave,
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You compare it with the rough touch of a man's touch on my body?
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You think this is just my little game?
And you think I play it well?
You don’t know how much I cry.
When you yell at me “I pray you burn in hell”.
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear and make it all end.
Then I met a man,
Instead of judging me he said “go and sin no more
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone”.
Who was he?
He was no ordinary man he despised those who had judged,
Instead he understood me with a heart filled with love.
from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening
if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us
filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms
virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall
the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so
for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to
notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone
that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear
dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on
© Goode Guy 2012-08-02
An excuse we need
to ratify this evil
in existence is,
so many hide behind God
here just to cast the first stone.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Silence prevails
as earth drinks
from the chalice
of the condemned
blood seeps
into the ground.
A bruised face holds
evidence of violent force
dull unseeing eyes
turned to heaven
as if beseeching
an answer
to why?
Are we so righteous?
have we no sins?
to temptations
don't we fall?
so how can we justify
and condemn
who among us has the right
to cast the first stone?
TODAY I TOOK A LOOK INTO MY BROKEN MIRROR
IT REFLECTED BACK THE IMPERFECT ME
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PERFECT THAT THE IMPERFECTS DON’T WANT TO KNOW
CAN I AMEND THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY MIRROR?
I FORGOT TO PUT ON MY LIPSTICK ON MY WEEDING DAY, GOSH MY HUSBAND SAW THE IMPERFECT ME
THE CAPTAIN JUST TOLD THE CREW HE FORGOT TO BRING ALONG HIS COMPASS
THE IDEALIST STRIVE FOR PERFECTION FROM THE FATHER ABOVE BUT THE TRUE SON OF THE FATHER ONCE SAID “HE WHO WAS PERFECT WAS TO CAST THE FIRST STONE”
BECAUSE OF OUR STAINED SOULS, A UNIVERSAL DETERGENT WAS POURED ON EACH SOUL TO BRING PERFECTION DEFERRING THE LAWS OF AFFECTION
THE HEART OF MAN IS FULL OF CORRUPTION CONSTANTLY BLEEDING OUT CONTEMPT WITHOUT CLOTTING
BUT WE NEED TO FIGHT EAGERLY AGAINST EVERY UNCERTAINTIES WITHOUT HESITATING
NO MATTER HOW HARD WE FIGHT THESE UNCERTAINTIES EVERYONE WILL DIE TRYING
MY PERFECTION IS LIMITED BEFORE MY IMPERFECTION AND THAT MAKES ME PERFECTLY IMPERFECT SOUL
It’s about to get conversational and just as much adaptational to the developing minds
that thought it was true.
A subjective classification, I’m speaking about an overwhelming domination.
Of synapses, deeply rooted in the pills of prismacation, of all colors, red, pink, purple
and blue.
I know I’m fragmenting your bones. I know I’m confusing the wrongs
But let me tell you it’s only to cast the first stone that many have threw.
Can I introduce you to the next level?
Shuffle your cards, so you play better.
Hold my red queen she’s been waiting for you.
She’s been giving me the ability since year one.
She’s been harvesting me with everyone.
So now I’m not just a part of me, I’m a part of you.
Now I’m posing the question with the help of a friend. Who are you to give the world
structure? When I have been given a blue valium for your sins.
Last time I checked your blood was just as tainted as your moment of truth.
No.
You’re wrong this will just always be a game for me.
Battle your heroes to see the shame in thee.
Am I making you angry?
My fellow man, my fellow woman, my fellow child.
Don’t take this all so seriously ….
Literally was meant for me.
And I’ll keep doing this, while you cry in denial.
Everyone says no
It is not to be so
Down that road you are not to go
For it will only be paved with pain and woe
Everyone seeming to know what's best
Rantings and ravings leaving no time for rest
Patience and respect being put to the test
Indifference and lack of trust lead to a life with no zest
A life once ruled by arrogance and pride
In him is now hope and does the saviour abide
A rumor falsely started can make you want to hide
And lead you to think twice about in whom you can confide
No life is not writtled with regrets from the past
And yet the first stone people are all to willing to cast
A sinless life can no human make last
Like a ship in a storm with a broken mast
If Jesus is Lord and in your heart does he live
Why do people find it so hard to forgive
For the Son of God came to earth and did live
And for ALL of mankind his life he was willing to give
If to him you have given all of your heart
And your old life you are willing to depart
He will lift you up and set you apart
And give unto you a new start
I wrote this for a friend of mine that i grew up with. He moved away for a few years, and
lived a rather trouble filled life in that time. Recently, he has come back and has asked Jesus
to be his Saviour and Lord of his life. He is a changed man, however people still refuse to see
him for the man he is now rather than the person he was before. I understand that sin not
only leaves you with scares but also on those around you, and sometimes it is hard to
forgive and forget; However, that is what we as christians should do. We are to not hold
somebodys past above their head and begrudge a person the forgiveness that they so
desperately wish for. We need to leave judgement in the hands of the True Judge.
Those amongst us, walk and talk, to relate,
whom they, really are; however, is not known.
Even thou, you believe, they have, your back,
they are, the first ones, to cast, the first stone.
For they wait, for you, to assume, of them, the best;
putting you, to sleep; pulling the wool, over your eyes.
Even thou, they may seem, to be kind, to you, at first,
they are, the ones, of which; you they, then despise.
For they, are ready, to take, what is yours,
and behind you insult you, while they, are loathing.
Beware of the origins, of the people, you confront,
for there are, wolves out there, in sheep's clothing.
please allow ample delivery time
per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence
can render an accord shared
via exchanging calumet peace pipe
initially invoked qua
piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity
upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity
mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking
a voodoo likeness doll (of me),
though this claim could steeped
in utter contrived artificiality
fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity
asininity admitting absent attentiveness
as ska walking a fine line
betwixt asexuality behooves
rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree
upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity
implicating with asperity whore err roan
nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity
inducing me to cast the first stone
of apology, and self awareness
totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice
redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone
role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone
regarding, where associatively properly went
assumability, anonymity of the internet vent
ting modality adopting immunity,
viz virtual community tent
revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability
avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent
to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority,
authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent
ting availability, automaticity, accessibility
asper automobility to scale tenement, pent
house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity,
avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent
aim to amble along xy feigning tubby
with minimal audibility clark kent
information superhighway
axiality grid via galavanting gent
can be activated swimmingly
with less overt axe said dent.
Like pebbles on a shore you surface me,
like a tide in the sand you set me free.
Like dew drops on a rose I complete you,
and after all the hell we've been through,
we shall shine as bright as a morn so new.
When I am full of stress you let me be,
when I am blinded by pain, you make me see.
You are the reason for my creation,
as you give me a longing sensation.
Never again shall I weep alone,
when in the wrong we always atone.
We never have learned to cast the first stone,
for we bring each other sincere alleviation,
throughout the rough days of trials and tribulations.
You believe in me like no other has ever,
I will find another lover, no never.
I cannot love you more, I have confessed,
for with you by my side I have been blessed.
Last night it was the way you caressed
my skin so soft and barren; please stay forever.
January 6th, 2018
As an outsider looking in,
My opinion means nothing, yes;
But the collective soul of a nation,
Has me watching with distress.
Who amongst to cast the first stone?
This immigrant nation to boot!
Where fear and loathing and lies shown,
How easy suddenly to recruit.
And what band wagon to become?
This nation and its collective soul;
The fact that such a man can run,
Upon one's sanity such a toll.
Till to their senses one can pray
As I watch poll after poll;
This great nation to bend and sway,
Has it lost its collective soul?
Who has the godlike hand to judge
Who has the right to cast the first stone
Who may stare at me and say ... you die?
Pull the trigger
You think your hurting me?
Your killing you
Eyes close, your dead
The person standing above you ... killed you
Oh, its not human
Its a bug
An animal
What Right do you have to kill it?
Like a disease you have become a murderous thing ...
Killing "things" around you that beat with a rhythm
You are a disease
Yet, you still live
Who's gonna kill you?
Who's the malevolence that seeks revenge and says you deserve to die now?
Cold In The Soul
I feel cold in my soul - for frozen has been my heart.
Just for a misunderstanding that has caused me great
pain and kepted us apart.
My heart has been wounded and my eyes have cried of
sadness and pain. What was it that I did, that I do not
understand?
Dear God up in heaven help me - please take this cold of
my soul and give warmth to my heart. This cold that I feel
I can not avoid it.
Please give peace to my soul and melt the ice from my heart.
Come quick and help me and let me feel your love.
The cold that we feel in our bodies - that we can overcome.
But the cold we feel in our souls - that's the one that can
make us cry and tear us apart.
It is true and it has been written, that whoever is without
sin, to cast the first stone. Is it you that feels cold in the
soul, or is it me?
Maybe it's you and maybe it's I. Let's give one step forward
so we can make peace. Do you want to start, or do you want
me to go first?
The important thing is that we start and end this cold that we
have in our souls, so that we can have peace once again....
06/20/2013
Written by lucilla M. carrillo
When your word isn't worth, the only air it traveled through,
You may quickly realize that fear and fraud don't accrue.
Then as any and all hope is halted, and faith does not exist,
The sight of all those broken promises, is there to persist.
At that point you're left upon an island, naked and alone.
With no one left to listen, no one to cast the first stone.
So now you're on your own, with your lies and disbelief,
As those you knew, now avoid you, and you're seen as a thief.
Can redemption even exist now, for all the lies that you've told?
Or has time passed right on by, while you've grown lonely and old?
These may be the final questions, to answer or even hate.
Finally seeing if you realize, you can no longer fabricate.