Masked
We are all sinners,
?Marked by quiet guilts
?We tuck beneath our ribs.?
The only difference is?
How sweetly we excuse ourselves?
While pointing trembling fingers
?At another broken soul.
We polish our halos,?
Pretend they gleam,?
Pretend we are untouched—
?Yet deep inside,?
A devil paces in the dark,
?A creature we refuse to name.
We call ourselves flawless?
Only because we lack the courage?
To kneel before our own truth.?
The light we claim to carry?Never reaches every corner—
?Some rooms stay locked,?
Dusty with silence,
?Heavy with the stench of what we hide.
And maybe it’s fear—
?Fear of the shadow lurking within,?
Fear of the chaos it could wake,?
Fear that one slip,?
One crack in our mask,?
Would let the darkness spill
?Until it drowns the last good in us.
What if it grows stronger??
What if we become the monster?
We only whispered about?
?What if one day?We cannot bear
?To look our reflection in the eye?
364.
My Fear of Purgatory
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the garden of agony for unclean spirits
Where I will be chastised for all of my guilts
Like a lowly worm being fed with s!
To the garrison of misery for heavy souls
Where I will be tortured with burning coals
Like a war captive overwhelmed by troubles!
-03/20/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
Bother less,
If you are denied deserving glory,
And their obsession you can’t guess,
Since their thoughts are dark and gory.
Keep forging forth your brilliance,
Let them keep dancing in their guilts;
They only strengthen your resilience —
Keep making your work gleams with gilts.
Your talent they can’t entrap;
In time, it will escape their greed.
Their arrogance your verse will sap,
Since myopia forms their creed.
The more your gains, the more their pains;
So they find salt to rub into your injuries.
Tie down their conscience with long chains —
Not too bad if you, too, sour their gingeries.
Your heart bleeds, already pale,
Yet they wrap their wickedness in scorn.
Their envy too tall for truth to scale —
So unleash your wrath — and make them mourn.
I look at the sky as an ocean of freedom, a realm of boundless flight,
where birds sketch their destinies on the blue canvas of infinity,
and I wonder why I remain where wings are just unlived dreams,
but the mirror shows me the answer, a truth hidden deep in my heart,
for my wings were never broken, just taught not to open.
Every time they flutter, a voice whispers to me of gravity,
of duties and guilts dressed in the cloak of false love,
carrying in my chest cages built from old promises and unspoken rules,
their doors have always been open, but fear shouted louder than the wind.
I have grown roots in places I should have left long ago,
I called them loyalty, I called them home, but they were just the comfort of familiar pain,
and now, I lift my gaze to the sky with longing, not because I cannot fly,
but because I have not yet learned to believe I deserve to be among the stars.
There's so much more to life/
Than wasting it/
On drugs, alcohol and crime/
Which steals your life away/
Things can get out of hand real fast/
Spur of the moment/
Can cost you your life/
Life is too short to fight/
If you care about life/
Take the time/
To think about things/
Before being stupid/
Life is powerful/
Anything is possible/
Life is the limit/
Make something of it/
Enjoy your life/
Don't live in the guilts of sin/
There are always reason
why we change seasons
The reason that changes day
to night and days to months
and years, why it unfolds.
I find reasons why we have
to prepare for the new year.
To stretches ahead with new
experiences and adventures,
new friends and fresh opportunities.
Embracing new chapter
start with cleansing,
from throwing old and broken
stuffs..and before making plan
ahead , make a serious
self-evaluation to start anew.
In order to see what
needs to get rid of.. like
old habits, doubts, guilts,
regrets over past failures
and sin stained heart.
It constantly changes
moods, decisions, opinions
characters, depending on
every situation and persons but,
still promises to do what’s best.
©aroque
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The wind stroking my eyebrows
As I try to assuage my sorrows
The guilts of my past
Lie await in my path
My yesterday has become an assassin
That exterminates the enthusiasm of my tomorrow
My today whiffs with the redolence of sin
As all my drives are engulfed in sorrow
(C) PoeticLord
Away now pure soul
This world of strife and pain
Like a loose noose enclave
Untamed maned unashamed brave hailed praised
In the depths of your disdain
A new life with insight
With strife proofed frames
And a burnt bush cane
To fight through sinister nights
Till their darkness burst to flames
May your name be proclaimed
May your joy be the stain on the face of the shamed and wicked enslaved
That are chained
By bitter guilts crocheting their quilts that causes their light to wane
Away now pure soul, upward and away
To all the lonely people out there feeling deserted,
to those whose joys were cut short,
to the unloved, unsought, unknown.
to those who wait in vain for love,
longing for relief from their pains,
to those who had to walk alone
on these dreary paths of life,
to the castaways, reviled and shamed by men,
to those judged and misjudged,
unable to voice the conscience's truth,
to you never given a second chance,
to all accused with no guilts and those admitting wrongs
now banished and abandoned to die,
to those whose friends are now accusers,
and those from whom family withdraws,
to you whose friends have become foes,
and relatives have turned into strangers,
treading the lonely path without a happy wish,
To you I say,
quit your inner pain,
come to the banquet of friends alike with love,
for we are many so despised,
It is but a phase,
a passing phase in time,
leave em all to time,
who dresses all aright.
*Image of Queen's Corgi Whisper by MetroN.
A Dog's Itch
Sepulchral presence seeps a dream,
Nightmarish thoughts spirit the theme,
Fortunate beseech blest pleasance,
Seeps a dream sepulchral presence.
Endless priors fruitless outcome,
Undying fail roughly succumb,
Deathly hallows a field day fires,
Fruitless outcome endless priors.
Zenith star wilts forsook expressed,
Powers that be affect possessed,
Imagined ills astir the guilts,
Forsook expressed zenith star wilts.
Subdued impulse like a dog's itch,
Favors the nine saved timely stitch,
Daydreamers revive to repulse,
Like a dog's itch ... subdued impulse.
2022 September 12
Swap Quatrain
~~Emile Pinet
*RZ & HMS; 8 syllables per 16 lines.
Being a Mother
Is about being unsure
This choice and that choice
It can be such a blur
How can I make
This child do good
And no matter your choice
It's misunderstood
So you just try your best
But then sometimes you don't
Because other life things
They don't stop, they just won't
Then the morals, they come
And the guilts there to stay
Until you wake up and get up
And fight through your day
See, being a Mother
Is about being unsure
Until your child surrounds you
And their arms are the cure
Death twisted history,
guilts conferee
the liar unmasked
revenge by decree
His legions unfurling,
their flag through the smoke
the volunteers hailing,
preserving all hope
With dark days upon them,
no fear to be found
the women, the children,
in place underground
Around every corner,
behind every door
their liberty sacred,
today—evermore
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
THE WELL
The emptiness inside,
unfathomably deep,
indescribably wide,
a void that will not fill
though pack it tight we will
with endless striving:
relationships, places, things.
Hauntingly, the space remains
a vacuum.
There is a well, a living spring,
meant to baptize everything:
the emptiness,
the blank charades,
soul voids that hunger,
pain,
sorrows that wrench,
guilt that gnaws,
the Destroyer’s grasping claws
feeding his own emptiness.
Plunge in the Well, the flowing spring,
immerse the soul,
drink fullness, clean,
Christ alone, the water living,
fills every void,
all forgiving:
haunting guilts,
all crushing sorrows,
blessed hope for each tomorrow.
He fills us, fills us ever
that we thirst again
never.
Copyright January 5, 2022
A lot of ways to disguise
Beautiful dresses conceals ugliness
Makes us feel confident
Happy and proud
Arts reveals the beauty of the surroundings
Concealing the destruction of man to the nature
Adds pleasure to life
Music, the melodies from heaven
Concealing the sound pollution of the surroundings
Beautifies life
And reveals the inner beauty of man
Literature
Praises or criticizes
Find the meanings of life
And the inner self of man
And the real state of nature
Speeches from the mouth can be everything
It narrates, it speaks out, it advises, it praises
Or it cheats, it exaggerates, it slanders
We may enjoy disguising for the time being
But a disguise may not be successful sometimes
As our hearts and wisdom know everything
And we'll carry the guilts to the last destiny
A bribery
Can be great or small
Even sweet as the cake icings
Enlightened as the rustles of the night worms
Stonely silent as the night darkness
Secret murmuring as the stars
Unmoved and unconcerned as the bright moon
But suspended and burdened is your own heart
With a prolonged confrontation
Amongst your secrets, guilts, reputations, expectations, greeds
And the truths of life
Your choice will be your destiny
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