God created the earth
everything has a logic
A gorgeous place, but
affected by blameworthy choice
Lend us clean air
its touch so light
Breathe... the lungs satisfied
a gift so dear
Life-giving water stream
You fill your glass
a matter of course
Several different water qualities
The red fire blazes
is it for love
or is it hate ?
Eyes with tender tears
Forgiveness ...
usually has no beginning
and an end that is equally so,
where self admonishment
resonate from errs
hollow search for resolve,
when blameworthy
takes center stage
and the fault claims clueless
to absent wisdom,
tethering furtherance
of the unresolved,
as more clouds
obscure the wholeness
of the picture,
that only the passage of time
enjoys the moments of its waste,
and all the while
at the far end
of a darkening hole,
the edging of a tunnel
stands a true friend
who has a name ...
... waiting.
Disobedience is such an awful thing
it says no to what is indeed right
but the first act of such disobedience
brought about full darkness of the night
The world died at that moment
when Eve the first woman took that fruit
and as scripture declares she ate
sin then entered this world at it's root
But she wasn't blameworthy on her own
Adam took the fruit he indeed ate
so those two brought this world down
for sin to rule making such awful state
Since that day mankind has sinned
every day so many times it's done
but refuse to admit they're at fault
blaming all else except self bar none
But only God can open blind eyes
sin cursed eye lids unable to see
showing that His son paid sins price
so from sins curse Jesus sets free
('So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate, and she also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate.')
Genesis 3: 6 (ESV)
Check mate I win again...
How funny I aways lose....
Shameful aren't you
A piece you
never
Get back....
How unprincipled...
A petty game
Though blameworthy
(Partially)....
How about a new
Game
No....
Im afraid once
something
Is truly lost
you can never get it back
What is the point?
To make such a big hue and cry
Check inside your heart
and see what you fried
You shall reap
what you have sowed
Nobody will do wrong
unless you have done something wrong
All blameworthy plea their innocence
only God is the witness of their virtuousness
May be their ego rule over them
behind the smoke screen they dwell in helm
O Baby, please don’t cry, do some introspection
Before time is up and repentance becomes high and dry.
HYPERGRAPHIA 4
Ragged winds drag
shadows. Dreams harp
in their ruins. This
is the landscape of
a brutal mind. Slung
between cradle and
deathbed. Beyond the
reach of compass. As
gypsies light hearts fly
home and astray. In
empty jars lie surplus
remnants of rust and
decay. Watching minutes
of time chimes delayed
and fade. Into sixty
seconds of sunset on
any given day. Pulling
lead weight away. Taking
phrased articulation
displays. While I keep
the rest of my next
at bay. Crossing lawns
lined laminating. Bread
bores .Fields of cotton
versions of the same
poem. Ashamed borders
blameworthy displays.
© Kim van Breda—16 November 2015
she has big broad eyes
killer eyes,many of them traumatized
we are blameworthy