On fair ways of life what can wind not,
Counterfeit coins their way can find not.
Your shadows do if find the sun strong,
Sure, with me the way would ye wind not.
Hardships hover on all human life,
Sans tough tests man’s today defined not.
How will ye change the ways of this world
If the set-in-stone kind, ye grind not.
Even on chasing this heedless time,
Today nor morrows may we mind not.
How strange--maybe this is His revenge
That fair fruits of deeds man may find not.
Is it fair, faulty, gods only know--
Ways to cheat self have they divined not.
It’s justice that those with wayward ways
On straighter ways their way can wind not.
O beware, coins may be out of way,
To ban notes crooks would be inclined not.
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Ghazal |04.07.2025| people, life
Note: The poem is set in anapaest meter.
serpent in Eden
artificial intelligence
Father knows best
A man of peace, will go to the throne; after much war.'
Through avenues un-known, Abrahams descendants
Will set the stage.' a (glorious temple is to be manmade)
All the earth will groan in pain, yet a remmenant will
Stand, under great strain.' Witness to such powerul
Signs, although indeed false; many will find persuasion
To worship under force, of (death laws) when life and
Choice 'the Door' the only One the only way.'
When the dark god reigns, yet approches the day.!
Let the heavans fall, let the sun be black.' A bloody
Moon; the whole globe wracked. The end of lust the end
Of ire, no world dominion.' No fierce fire; for those He's
Ransomed.' On the Rock will stand' un-shakable soldiers
Of the 'Great I Am'
Staring down inside -
Seeing worms around me
Couldn’t see -
What you lost in me
My heart Isn’t counterfeit
I’m laying still now
Beneath the ground now
Trapped inside my mind
Can’t seem to crawl out
Beneath the ground
My heart isn’t counterfeit
Take me away now
Where sunshine shines
Under the moonlight
Staring up in the limelight
Catching fireflies
Until I die
My heart isn’t counterfeit
It’s not plastic -
It’s real
Something to heal
My heart
To heal
They aren't my family
Even though
we are related.
They are competitive
in a one man race.
They pretend to love you
Even though
I know it's fake.
Their actions
give them away.
They take and take and take
Even though
they are full.
They lack empathy
A vital tool.
Science may surpass mankind
And the universe
But even with an x-ray
We see only the organs and the skeletons
We can't see any truths and logics
But with a book of religion
We will gradually see with our naked eyes
And the book is copyright
No one can pirated
No one can stain
Science may surpass mankind
And the universe
But even with an x-ray
We see only the organs and the skeletons
We can't see any truths and logics
But with a book of religion
We will gradually see with our naked eyes
And the book is copyright
No one can pirated
No one can stain
Imitation, unauthentic, superficial why? Create
associations and link ups that causes distress on one another human being for sport frankly
Where's the trueness or loyalty? For gain for this reason Counterfeit, Betrayed, unhealed childhood 's traumas.
Survival of initiating fake friendship is it one's
goal to distract? And expeditiously obtain substances for one lack of and approval or others or lack of void of mere beggary.
The true color of red flags is rust,
where they utter love it lies beneath;
Faded, repainted, and insincere
still there hoping you fail to see it;
Left in disgust over lack of trust
false words atrophy with broken teeth;
Vet those you allow into your sphere
aim the first punch for the hardest hit;
Accept what you know when it is clear,
fool’s gold will always be counterfeit.
I make money that is not real.
I love to make counterfeit bills.
I have a contact who steals the paper that the government makes.
My counterfeit money looks like the real thing, I make no mistakes.
I counterfeit fifty dollar bills.
I have talent and I have skill.
I make fifteen million bucks of counterfeit bills every year.
But something has gone wrong, the Secret Service is here.
They just busted down my door and I'm being placed under arrest.
It's a pity that they found me because when it comes to making counterfeit money, I'm the best.
I thought my operation was fool proof, I didn't know that I would fail.
I underestimated the Secret Service and now I am going to rot in jail.
Loyalty brings even the fortified few to falter somnambulantly in succession
As if tranced to commit, their convictions are true yet skewed
The blind emotional outburst of bigotry and cynicism conveyed
Is but a microcosm of what pain these individuals likely feel
Something of an atrocity to be used and told when to kneel
Although the accused has seen duress they gladly contride the thoughts of madness itself
I feel that you deny me reproof yet I will not pity that which cannot choose
As sad as it seems to me I see I've held on to honesty gleaning
Were supposedly a friend you said having talks breaking bread
But now that I see that your truth is my lie I know time will determine the test that was cheated
The sad part I'll say and to my dismay is that there wasn't discussion, just conceded
Hope it's enjoyed, misconception eroded have the seat that keeps you yearning and teeted....
Counterfeit Dreams
Tom
11/19/2018
Don’t try to live another’s dream,
For God gave each a life to live.
Use your talents for Jesus-don’t scheme,
Giving Him, all you have to give.
For in God’s eyes everyone matters,
Whether talents are little or much;
Another man’s dream God often shatters,
Because with Him it’s out of touch;
Be who you are and give God all the glory
Tom
airbrushing ~ counterfeit perfection
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Does your smile convey true joy?
Or does it mask a secret, coy?
Do your actions speak of heart, or
From all honesty, depart?
This, a world where shadows move
And rainbows dance in changing hues
Alongside clouds of smoky blear,
A world where water disappears.
Nothing here will stay the same
No one born here, free of shame
If without a mask you be,
Soon, in solitude be seen.
Words you speak must always lie
Deeds performed, discreetly sly.
Nothing honest, here, will thrive
Truth is unfit to survive.
Welcome "home" where "heart" belongs!
Join a choir of crooked songs.
Counterfeits, we all are born
By gems deceptive, stand adorned.
I'd like to say it was just a dream but it was real.
The cops arrested me for passing counterfeit bills.
My bank gave me twenty one hundred dollar bills that were counterfeit.
When I found out, the police had to use tear gas because I had a fit.
After I cried like a two year old, i was thrown in jail.
I had to sell my body organs so that I could make bail.
But now they want my organs even though I'm not dead.
They don't intend to wait, they want them now instead.
I have no money to buy food and I feel light headed and giddy.
My electricity was cut off last night, those bastards have no pity.
Because I haven't eaten, I sure have gotten bony.
And it's because of that money that was phony.
When I can't pay the bill collectors, I constantly get hit.
Don't do business with my bank or you'll receive cash that is counterfeit.
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