Death,
Come not in haste!
For You are monstrous Mighty;
For your hand were deep, Long over our innocent hearts!
Death,
All your paths
Shall breed mournings!
Upon man’s endeavors in the sun, Above their presence;
Mission and vision.
Death is a great ocean!
Words in Haste
Written: by Tom Wright
1/16/2013
Sometimes in life, I’ve received some flack,
For expressing thoughts that I didn’t weigh;
Words once orated that I couldn’t retract,
I could stand by them or my tenants betray.
I’ve never been known to be overly diplomatic
I’ll relate so that you’re sure to understand
Never done in a way to cause collateral static
Perhaps a suggestion, but seldom a demand
My desire has always been doing what’s right,
Not stepping upon the feelings of others.
But at times I’ve forced my words to flight,
Though choosing not to, if given my druthers;
But each has ownership of thoughts on things,
And while some bite their tongue and just fret.
Others launch to air their opinions and dings
Only later to experience remorse or regret;
My soul weeps and my heart bleeds,
We seem to have lost our core creeds.
Youngsters are now in a very hot haste,
not to wield wealth, but to wine and waste...
Character has been cocooned in a coffin,
True beauty gasps for breath in a bin.
Our ladies are weapons of mass distraction,
Men's rod roam around for mass destruction.
Women, weed and wine are the new normal,
purpose, purity and passion seem abnormal.
Men of integrity are long gone in deep sleep,
The one who upholds truth is now a black sheep.
Power, possession and prodigality now prevail,
money, music and madness seem to avail...
integrity is stupidity when men with money speak,
nobility become nonentity when rascality peak.
Hen now crows because cocks are silent,
Giants bow when greedy ants get very violent.
Wake up folks, the battle line is drawn uphill...
We shall win this war till justice stands still..
Invest in
Haste is
A Total Waste;
Nay - a Misery Taste.
Test,
Rest and
Reap the
Dividend
Best;
Value Invest!
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray
and counteract our fond expressions.
In a flash we use expressions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
'til we pull back from the edge,
and fulfill our fondest wishes,
indiscretions pass us by,
close to danger, indecision,
glad to smile and not to cry.
OFT TIMES I DO NOT WANT
MYSELF, HEAR TO SPEAK
FOR WORDS UTTERED IN HASTE,
ARE OFTEN REGRETTED AFTER
TO WRITE WORDS DOWN
ON PAPER, IS TO GIVE YOURSELF TIME
YOUR WORDS AND THOUGHTS,
PUT TO ORDER, FOR REASON TO SOUND
FOR WORDS CAN HURT
WHEN SAID AT THE WRONG TIME
IN TRYING YOUR WILL TO ASSERT
THEN IT IS BEST STILL TO STAY, SO THAT PEACE CAN CHIME.
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray
and counteract fond intimations.
In a flash we use expressions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
lest we pull back from the edge,
and fulfill our fondest wishes,
indiscretions pass us by,
far from danger, indecision,
glad to smile and not to cry.
1 My fellow, my friends,
We are gathered in ends
To our formerly path
Of individuality
And each one share now
A lane of their road.
2 Oh, the array
Of trails we display
I view them all,
As gold threads sewed
In the clothing of Awe
3 For I am aware,
Hence we shall beware,
That even majestic architectures,
Do hold the prone to be clawed
And be designed by those
resting black crows.
4 Every walk we tread
We are getting not far
To be gathered again
Then bid bitter farewells
Going farther towards,
5 The love that linked
Our paths from the past
This do not deserve
to be compared
For ours are the best in its kind!
-oOo-
As I fly away through broken dreams
The reins pull fiercly at my grip
For everything is not what it seems
As these words pass by mothers lip
She gives me all her words of wise
promises me them I must use
As my journey takes me to the skies
All I have learnt I must now disuse
For all those broken dreams
Were only waiting to be chased
I open my mind to my supreme
Life must not be lived in haste
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray
and counteract our fond expressions.
In a flash we use expressions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
'til we pull back from the edge,
and fulfill our fondest wishes,
indiscretions pass us by,
close to danger, indecision,
glad to smile and not to cry.
i wonder when will all these nightmares come to an end
i breathe but i'm not happy
i just fight with everybody i come across
what i see in their eyes is mock and ridicule
i feel weak,not to speak to my dearest ones
what is it that made me who i am today?
is it my past or my ambitions for a bright future?
it's clear that my future is not promising
it's because i turned down the only thing
that many people think it would have made me
the man they always wanted me to be
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