Walk down the old path that many have walked
But I walk down a new path the path that I once balked
Death is the deliverance from sin
Death ends the battle within
I would rather die than submit to Your will
I would rather die than swallow the bitter pill
Don't wallow in your guises and guiles
Don't relent, don't remain in your sin and your trials
Until the day that you die, you will die
Shaking your hand at the storms in the sky
To all the sapient sentients and ye obstinate serpents
Repent, repent, repent, every morning filled with a new sense
We are reluctant to preach even though we are a priesthood
A peculiar one at that, making idols in our minds and of wood
We often walk away from the open door of a Gospel chance
We would rather revert to the old path of least resistance
Instead of the new path, it's not happenstance
That we are guided by the Providential and Chastening Hand
Don't harden your heart, do your part, count it joy
God does not plod, even though we scheme and ploy
Jonah's anger was Jonah's defeat
Get on your feet (feet that are effete)
Lord help us to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
So we can walk down streets of gold, our new paths
Home
has the guises
of where.ever
and when.ever~
Homespun~~
Love meets us where we are
and sees through
Our disguises
Our guises
Our performances
Our nuances
Our expectations
Our innovations
Our convictions
Our contradictions
Our excellencies
Our inconsistencies
Love greets us where we are
Sees right through us
and does not run away
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good could come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise;
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay.
Dawn collapses Night, the stars disappear,
the crickets fall silent, and Sol rises.
And ebony bleeds with a scarlet smear,
as Nature dons one of many guises.
A sea of blue washes across the sky
as sunbeams color clouds candyfloss pink.
And as dragonflies flex their wings to fly,
shadowy silhouettes silently shrink.
While twittering songbirds sing to the sun,
butterflies fly from flower to flower.
And on silken threads that a spider spun;
dewdrops gleam in the early morning hour.
With one turn of Earth's planetary gear
Dawn collapses Night; the stars disappear.
?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good would come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise...
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay!
TO WHOM DOES THIS COME
Daily and for all time, I can enjoy
A life of pleasure and satisfaction
My telling lies is really not so bad
You can see my grin, I’m not sad
I do expect your envious reaction
But I can assure you it is no ploy
Look into my eyes, and see trust
What you imagine, it will appear
I know I can adopt many guises
But what is life with no surprises
Winds are blowing hot down here
Dispersing doubts in a single gust
It could all be yours, for eternity
You only must do one easy task
Just a fingerprick and then sign
All the riches that one can mine
To whom does this come, I ask
Well my friend, it comes to me
Cod bless ye dead folks
God bless each Soul
Those good lucky Dead
Over those evil has no control.
Cod bless ye dead folks,
Those too that have cause to cry
After all sundry sadness
They've seen to go by.
God bless ye
Ye sleeping beauties
Ye sleeping booties
Ye prizes
Death's pleasure
God's reward
Despite sombre guises
God bless ye:
Ye buddies
Ye Buddhas
Ye Friends
Keep loving and blessing
Till the end of the ends
My spiritual journey has been a weary walk
Into the unknown where sins talk.
My next step I can only see beyond my nose;
In the dark, I crawl on my knees and toes.
Beyond walls painted with indecency
I tread on, hoping I am on course.
Voices of deceit call on for me to see
How gloomy where I was heading was.
I took another route, one less taken
Covered with guises, goodies but mistaken
To be work, for it's draped in overalls
Especially when the divine messenger calls.
Now halfway to the place I seek
Where morality and godliness peak
I walk with vigor and purpose
For to the promised land I'm close.
ADAGIO
Do not ask why sad music is slow
Reverence should never be rushed
For those memories looking back
A certain thoughtfulness is correct
Allowing remembrance and respect
For all that has now faded to black
And all voices that now are hushed
Yet the river Styx continues to flow
I can’t turn back the hands of time
As our lives must all now move on
Embracing tomorrow not yesterday
Feelings can be seen in many guises
Face a future with its own surprises
Autumn leaves all get blown away
What’s to come, not what has gone
Even if sounding like complex rhyme
There’s always the room for a smile
Grim expressions can’t last for long
Despite whatever the heart may feel
Sadness is not a permanent fixture
We are each made up as a mixture
If the day is cloudy, at least it is real
An occasional look back isn’t wrong
So, remember, if just for a little while
Enthusiasm, a fickle friend,
Illumining the soul, or chasing an end.
A trumpet call to start the race,
Run with heart, or without a face.
Honoring the master’s call alarming,
Or setting the ego dog to barking.
A sailor’s wishing for the wind’s gifting,
Or a soul’s salve in the stars twinkling.
Enthusiasm entices in all its guises,
A forest of virtues as well as vices.
When Apollo's prowess gleamed,
Cupid's arrow deceived
A hero's budding heart,
Fate's victim,
Among the leaves.
Aspire to enthusiasm's enduring aims,
Our Halcyon spirit to exceed the waves.
Mere anarchical obstinacy
Is their sad anthem all over;
Stubbornness steeped in lunacy
Is their sole claim to fame.
Who can stand their inane guises,
Their thoughtless mouthings tolerate?
Verbiage for verbiage’s sake is their vibe;
Sheer affection for baseless hate.
How much do I know
of how reality plays?
Can I touch the sun
always on a fine day
Can I see inside you
perhaps using X-rays
Can I skip a heartbeat
if she comes my way
Can I fix the future
it’s best to make hay
Can I reflect myself
damn mirror broke today
Can I overcome fear
so far so good anyway
Can I know what’s true
of course by going astray
Can I justify reason
much easier than dismay
Can I show you God
maybe it’s best to pray
Can I define reality
only what my mind betrays
Can I be immortal,
in death, time goes away
Can I rise up again
in endless guises, I’d say!
Break the mirror Poetry Contest
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03/05/23
Be aware of the enemy.' it is in many guises and
Disguises
The time is here; and has indeed been for four decades
To find your familiy in church, not by denomination.'
But by there love and actions, that come from Christ
(For by their Love you will know them) I have thought
And said for the last thirty years like spirits should
Forge alliance, and tear away from artificial division
Made by men and women, I noted a remark from
Graham Hood, that he was in company not as he would
Have expected to be in before that (plandemic,,!)
Some weeks after, the realization came to my spirit
That this shadows the teaching of the Bible..'
For two will be in the field.' and one will be taken
Two will be grinding, and one will be taken for God
Will pluck up those He chooses, and this will be really
Unexpected.' Just as Hoodie remarks on how unexpected
His allies turned out to be.' Be watchful and pray.'
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