I'm blind to the fact that that I know absolutely nothing.
2nd guessing my every first thought. When I'm more then certain
That both can reside in the same idea. Meaning that the 3rd option must be covered in gasoline and caught between two match sticks that can go on strike at any moment. That's combustible thinking with a placard that states I am not to be trusted within 200 feet of an old flame for fear of heat and friction reigniting a smoldering past that lied dormant from lack of communication.
If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure.
If you're longing for a lover maybe?
My love is to impure.
Impleaded fantasy's
I'm sick and you're the cure.
Materialistic lament,
hypercritical that's for sure.
Under a blanket of infidelity,
obscene and obscured.
hearts are devoured,
blood thirsty, and I want more.
A monster lives inside of me.
Indecisions and he not sure,
If I'm the cause of all his debility.
I refuse to feed him more.
A loss of all my faculties.
He is obscene and I'm obscured
I’m too young, I’m too old
I’m too thin, I’m too fat,
I’m too tall, I’m too small
Please base this on facts!.
This worrying mind
And it’s all mine,
Keep telling myself
It will all be fine.
I’m not sure it will?
I’m not sure it won’t?,
I’m not sure of anything
Do you agree? I don’t!!
The calendar’s schizophrenic,
in such constant indecisions.
Ten times a day the weatherman,
gives me his forecast revisions.
Snowflakes fall with claps of thunder,
rain will be mixed with frozen sleet.
Mornings it will be frigid cold,
afternoon brings us burning heat.
Eupora something you look forward
Captivating incisions trauma puzzled
Visions armed with indecisions durations
Completions inner visions peace is hungry
Let it be fed less discipliness bleeds, it's coming
Coming to a head there is a new nation called... Heaven
And Jesus is the King, let us relish and all come together
In devotion in praise and worship Him
10/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Verse 1
Standing in the middle, just unravelling the riddle
Won’t you stay with me a little, I’m lost in time
Resolution ever-ready, indecisions never steady
No I can’t be secondary, just want to make you mine
Chorus
The essence of courage, with leaves swept away
I’m journeying forward, don’t stand in my way
No greater price to pay, it’s not hard for me to say
The truth that I love you
Verse 2
Unfolding revelation, I’ll await anticipation
With a rising elevation, I’m drawn to you
The glowing of your favour and the moments I will savour
I’m not inclined to waver, I will see this through
Chorus
Bridge
Your undivided time is exactly what I’m searching for
With a love to find, of the moments that we met I’m sure
Be acquainted with, the unfading love I’m bringing forth
And I’m so into you
Chorus
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Should I ever rule this World
Where thousands of Worldians
Inhabit so free;
I'll pray to God that this planet
Be as he first designated it to be,
Free of chaos and indecisions.
Under this rulership there'd be
Free will to choose
And to give glory using gifts and talents.
"Be fruitful and multiply," he said,
First to Adam and then old Noah.
God does love families.
Love your neighbor cordially,
Take care of lower creatures and plants
Have respect for the older folks.
If I only become Ruler of the World,
The poor would be taught how not to be,
Benefactors would give freely as received.
Good roads in all areas asphalttedly paved,
Good schooling for richer or poorer would reign,
In a grand and healthy therapeutic milieu!
We have toiled for long
Our forefathers have trend the path
And made their mark
And the rest is history
We have had our share of sorrows
We have had our share of victories
Battles we won, battles we lost
But amidst all these
All we see ahead is our bright future
Although our dreams may be over shadowed by
the wars we are still battling within
Our hopes may be limping by indecisions
Our stability may be wavering
But we aren't giving up!
And definitely, we aren't bowing out!
Truly, Nigeria has had her own share of war
We aren't retreating!
And we surely aren't going to surrender!
And with every painful but purposeful step
We are claiming our position back
as the giant of Africa!
Nigeria is beautiful
and her people, her glory
Maybe slowly, but definitely, God will heal our land
GOD BLESS NIGERIA
GOD BLESS AFRICA
GOD BLESS THE WORLD.
Certainty's excess, nor revelations stress
is empathy for rule, not ingress.
A sacrifice so willing must suggest
the option of forgiveness not complex,
a savior ranking forward as our crest.
In torment's indecisions we have lust,
and so endanger others pathways thus.
Contention must be free and motives just ~
in order that our battle . . . . changes us!
old isn't when you can't,
it is when you don't,
and thy pain is from within,
when without -
life is not a plan,
it is a chance,
intention is a puzzle,
breathing in irregular pieces -
thy beginning is the end,
and thereafter,
thy power is no more,
than hollow laughter -
determination is ego's frustration,
and we cheer,
silence is not golden,
rather beholding to thy fear -
practice requires perfection,
to save another's life,
intervention requires belief,
in anything -
a story is not permanence,
or truth,
just a bending of perception,
thy infinite youth -
to like a thing so much,
will diminish its allure,
sweat is passions motive,
not a reason to quit -
there is no clean,
we are hypothetical dirt,
conflict is not an inner battle,
it is indecisions potential -
superior is not being better than,
it is the realization,
of something other than,
seeing and believing -
faith is not religion,
play for truth or pretend,
feel nor fear,
there is no, the end -
-
turn and walk away from lifes indecisions
why pay the cost for oppressed dogmatic religion?
why do we give in without question without resistance?
why should we live a shitzophrenic existence?
why do we induce guilt and fear into our own hearts and minds?
why do we attack and destroy the flesh of our kind?
why do we live in a world full of hate, greed and decpetion?
why are we so eager to follow popular conception?
why do we worship the images that are bestowed?
why do we feel like something has to be owed?
why is our god full of jealousy and wrath?
yet demands that we walk a very narrow path?
im sick and tired of the lies that are told!!!!
an authortarian belief system that loves to control.
they bond the spirit with the chains of oppression
while the few know the truth while the others keep guessing
knowledge is power but many misuse it to their advantage
yet the stench of preachers and pastors run repugnant and rancid
if death is a gift a release from the flesh
then let us put these preachers and pastors to the test
Indecisions like puddles.
Do I step over?
Or jump in?
Quinzain (Verse) contest
10/25/11
by Michael J Falotico
If every single rainbow
had its own pot of gold
how much would we know
before we grew old?
All the decisions we make
and indecisions we have
Just plant a seed
and watch it flower
then tear it down
within the hour
Hope that all
has not been lost
Just give up
there’s too much cost
Empty words are promises made
Lies, the gifts they all gave
What actually happened
in the spin of those struggling years
was nothing worth mentioning,
just being hopeful and not really giving
of myself; and that secret remained untapped
until I became aware of wishes...
An entirely new me
makes my presence real, not elusive,
when a murky night vanishes
through the full moon's luminance...
not to impede, but to appease
any emotion felt instantly!
If instincts could teach me
to avoid the dilemmas I am caught into inadvertently,
I would make those sudden changes
to get rid of all indecisions;
and as need never urges me to set limits,
I must show confidence and courage!
An entirely new me
challenging tomorrow without impatience,
living to the fullest of my desires...
to grasp that moment with eagerness ;
and what will proceed great joy,
will not be comparable to what I will become!
An ode to Mondays
One seventh of your life
A workaday deja vu
Memories of weekend
Coloring and shading viewpoints
New Year Resolutions echoed
Into rippled indecisions
Forgotten last minute moments
Of Friday’s rush to deadline
Waiting under rug edges
To be dealt with now
The guy in the corner office
With two window views
Yes the one who makes
Everything look and feel easy
Actually only works
Two days a week
Mondays and Fridays
And given the choice of one
Mondays
Did you ever wonder why?
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