More and more US politicians are talking openly of Jesus.
Fewer and fewer people in the US are going to church.
Fewer and fewer people are thinking about how He sees us.
More and more politicians leave us in the lurch.
It's sacrilege to question someone else's faith...
when we can't see into their heart.
It's sacrifice to question our own motive...
when we can't see past the tiniest part.
It's opportunism to turn the world upside down...
and hold the Word upside down.
It's opportunity ev'ry time it comes 'round...
ev'ry two or four years to turn things around.
Every home has a
sunny side
a shady side
sometimes it's a reflection of what goes on inside.
A homeless soul also has
a sunny side
a shady side
Everything is out in the open
the rants, neglected skin and prayers
everything married to a single piece of air.
Walls are adept at containing the prayer and rant
of the sheltered.
I'd argue that structures without walls are
thicker in spirit and more sincere
than those that have the luxury of walls.
If you don't mean it,
I'd rather you'd not say
Anything to me
If it's not said sincerely
Then let it be.
Your body language
Say's it all,
And your tone of voice is rough.
I do not need an apology.
Your expression is enough.
Please do not say you're sorry
In a dismissive haughty way
If you don't mean it
It is a useless word to say!
I always try to think the best of people
Believe their intentions are genuine and true
Though today I’m questioning sincerity
Are hidden agendas behind what they say and do?
I am of a gullible nature ,soft hearted as well
Easily drawn in by friendly and nice
Never contemplating an insincere reason
Or that I would have to pay a price!
I get terribly disappointed in mankind
When insincerity slaps me in the face
By inauthentic ,selfish humans
“Who wound” leaving no visible trace!
Take a look at me
And declare your intentions to me
My heart bleeds
Yes, it daily bleeds
Of the substance that goes in there
Which the eyes daily encounter
And the ones that tint the ear.
How best can I cry?
For that this generation is making us to dare.
Loneliness is a bad game
But it's better than being with fake souls.
They make you laugh
Just to satisfy their gluttons and urge
And when the oil is dried, they're gone.
My daily cry for love has grown than Mount Olive
Even at this age, non is set to wear the crown.
Not that my life is made to be a clown
As our guys do make good of them for prey.
Sixteen abortions gone: I'm not ready for his vow
As he mutters in a sweet voice, I love you
We're destined to be together
While a saint is set to walk down the aisle.
Oh this is a crap!
As it's getting on my nerves
What then makes sense either to be honest
Or not to be but have them in tens.
No I can't join the league
For every act done is a seed by the river
Awaiting the period of harvest.
I found you gal
And felt so grand.
I placed a bet
And played my hand.
But I was suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
I still remember,
Way back when,
You upped the ante
Once again.
The stakes were higher
Than I knew.
I lost my soul
When I won you.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
You had me fooled
For a few years,
Then I woke up
And drowned in beers.
Now clean and sober
I can leave,
And I won’t even
Stop to grieve.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff;
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
The Jerusalemic platy households-
The gigantic bungalow,
In the middle of a plural city
Staring at monumental poverty-
Stricken huts,
whose dying glowing through cracks
Pecked from eggs of darkness
The drank yolks of discord.
A house to which underly
A di-nozzled doorway-
A larger and thinner one,
Entered the divide humanity
Through the mono-eyed,
Pyramid gate.
The narrow gate congested
As the thicker one vomit fire
Congenital dances of the tongue,
of-
Material surrounded kings
In the royal platters.
The house whose rooftops
Meant with innocent souls
Spirits ghosts of contestants-
Painted by and blood coated.
A bungalow whose narrow age
surfaces and the bases-
Came down on the average
Of the contestant incumbency.
The truth in life is lost with insincerity. A lonely life is gained once you accept insincerity. Fake promises, unattainable, unsustainable, draining on the soul is insincerity. Among millions, one cannot pretend, words do not make or break friends, it is insincerity. Actions alone, hold truth to reality, words like “how are you”, “I am sorry” “how is your day” are empty when you live with insincerity. kindness must be natural, must be real, it cannot be selective it cannot be surreal. I do not live by illusion, if I ask I mean it, to me it is not a reflex, a false inquiry, to me it is a genuine interest with no date of expiry. When you really do not care please do not insult with me with false pretense, fake words, pretend interest, just treat me normally with no interest, and be fair, a simple hey, a simple yo, a simple what up is suffice you know. Leave genuine interest to those who care, be real, be genuine when you feel it, be it, see it, then you are true to yourself. Insincerity has no place among truth, no life among friends, it is an illusion a life of pretend…Poetry by Dean
To those who simply try to impress
I whisper Lord, cleanup this mess
the more they brag and I pretend
I feel so stupid ........ joining in!
Why do I smile when I don't care?
I feel so guilty... standing there
As diamonds sparkle on their hand
My love reflects a thin small band
It's time to change and avoid the fool
been a long time since middle school
So now politely... I walk away
"Good to see you! Have a nice day!"
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