I’m judged by nation, and I can’ help smiling
Reading the sophistry that tells it isn’t so
Although it’s true, I can’t avoid assigning
To propositions that expose me as a foe
Who benefits from this, keeps it low key
Despite that Bible warning, people judge
Way bigger than they know, they do agree
To disagree about subjects that seem large
But I’m not judging in response, being detached
I have enough to deal with on my plate
Generalized, historisized and tribalized
I’m not that recognized for one’s sweet hate.
Words
Words
Words are simply a gesture of emtions
Words are simply thought processes elaborated
Words are simply content enriched by human responses
Words are simply an sad fault exposed response eloborated frivilous conjecture of tides of waves collected in text books
Words change only when used by judges judging lest we be judged ourseleves.
Why is it so hard to be an adult when it's finally my turn?
Why is corruption so wrong when none of you seem to learn?
It's only wrong when I do it, suddenly you're all in pain,
Yet when they do it in style, there's silence no shame
And sometimes it makes me question my worth when I vent,
Of all people, why me? What message is being sent?
I've caught them off guard more than once, I bet
But that one time I slip, I'm the traitor you won't forget.
Oh what a mockery is the church of England..With its un-holy trinity.' Has
Beens..Or never beens in fact? where
A man, called a king is the head.'
Was andrew the second in command?
With an arch-bishop the third person
No wonder the whole thing is dead..'
A festering mass, of false teachings
Leperous liturgys; and sour coffe
mournings.!
It's so disappointingly beautiful
when you are judged
by someone who feels like a judge
so precise, infallible and supreme !
As if all the thoughts of the judged
are pure waste
and the thoughts of the person
who dons the role of the judge
are the most tasteful sugar and cream !
(02.04.2025)
Judged
1.
They are all liars,
Talking about others
Behind their backs,
Thinking they are better.
2.
But everyone has
Their own faults.
They don’t see
The pain a person hides,
Just because they’re smiling.
3.
A day will come,
A day when they are judged
For all the things
They have done.
4.
All I feel for them is pity—
Pity for the words
They’ve spoken,
For the things
They’ve done.
5.
Everyone has
Their own flaws,
Yet they still judge
Others for theirs.
But I am no better
Than they are.
6.
I prefer words said to my face,
Rather than whispered behind my back.
They’re all hypocrites—
They smile at you,
Then stab you in the back.
They change colors
As quickly as a chameleon.
Being judged is rough,
I start to wonder,
did I do it right,
will the judge like it !
The judge may be published,
and have excellent writing credentials.
Or be just like me,
a Premium member who does contests,
yadda, yadda !
I have been in the soup a long time,
been humbled over the years,
Is a win the ultimate goal?
Or is it the writing that stirs my soul.
I think, I shall enter and take a chance,
after all what is the worst that can happen ?
Oh yes, a non-placement could be my reward,
but so what, I still wrote and loved doing it ...
in the end ...
Strength is womanish.
Beauty is womanish.
Nature is womanish.
Each start and end of love, faith, and
creation is womanish.
Besides that, women are still being judged
for their profession, nature, and work.
"Maa Sita" had been judged for their purity.
What changes have occurred until now?
If we can feel, we can know.
There is still much need to be more
womanish in heart and mind to
understand womanism.
There is a root behind it.There is shade behind.
There is a lap behind, Behind those memories,
There is love behind it.
Another turnover makeover the hope,
One chapter opens, another is closed.
I shouted, I shouted, I shouted aloud,
All in me, all of me, I grabbed it all and threw it loud.
A diagram, I made, a hope, I made pragmatically.
Theorems I learned, but they should be understood
for being learned; how it comes to get something
another is a must.
So if you want to see your soul, you should make
your mirror free of dust.
Acceptance and rejections, solutions and hurdles—that is what we call surviving; that is what we call living.
For some, it is hell; for others, it is heaven.
But we can't judge the book by its cover.
There is accuracy and imperfections in between the chapters. Read it, accept it, but deny the judging and
accept the procedure of enjoying.
All these years she envied me,
she envied my looks,
the way I walked,
the manner in which I talked.
My courage was envied,
my strength could never be toppled,
her dream for me to fall,
was crushed as I stood tall.
From afar I was watched,
not because she cared,
it was a jealousy that took hold,
like a madness when one seeks out gold.
We don't even know one another,
yet she blames me for her life,
she is guilty of a lot,
there are secrets she keeps locked.
Pitiful is the only word I could mutter,
as I see her from afar,
out shopping one day,
I did not stay.
I feel sorry for her some how,
as If she was ever worth it,
maybe I should give it a try,
never, no never will I.
Maybe someday,
maybe someday,
no way,
no way.
I’m over Siri-ous,
I’m over-charging,
My screen time is up,
I watched at p0rn again,
My audio volumes are up,
I’m searching stupid things,
I’m not closing all my circles,
I haven’t walked long enough,
I don’t stand at all the right times,
I may be an online shopping junkie,
I’m spending too much time on Tiktok,
My heart jumps around the wrong guys,
I’m looking at bright screens late at night,
I’m getting too many calories from cocktails,
I’m not taking full advantage of my subscriptions,
I need to upgrade my hardware, software and my attitude.
Even good persons will be judged for their character
for not having done enough when they could have,
ah, the judgment of the condemned will be harsher;
some believe it's a bluff, and they continue to misbehave.
There are different ways of giving,
it depends on how a heart is feeling,
the most generous give abundantly
and those less kind give meagerly.
Then who should be judged harshly?
The ones who give out of their kindness,
and are motived by the eagerness,
or those who are cold and show no mercy?
In the eyes of God generosity is delightful
when a hungry mouth devours a meal and is full;
be generous and give away some of your riches...
if abundance has blessed you beyond expectations.
Even good people will be judged for their character,
they might be humble, but their joy is undeniable;
everybody doubts that opening hearts has its rewards...
won't they feel a tenderness that is louder than cheer?
Even good persons will be judged for their character,
for not having done enough when they could have;
ah, the judgment of the condemned will be harsher...
some believe it's a bluff, and they continue to misbehave!
There are different ways of giving,
it depends on how a heart is feeling;
the most generous give abundantly
and those less kind give meagerly!
Then who should be judged harshly?
The ones who hesitate to demonstrate kindness,
and are motived by their eagerness,
or those who are cold and refuse to show mercy?
In the eyes of God generosity is very delightful
when a hungry mouth devours a meal and is full;
be generous and give away some of your riches...
if abundance has blessed you beyond expectations!
Even good people will be judged for their character,
they might be humble, but their joy is undeniable;
everybody doubts that opening hearts has its rewards...
won't they feel a tenderness that is louder than cheer?
Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…
Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…
Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased vision taints one’s view
Cold hearts remain unthawed…
This cycle culminates in pain
And humankind’s demise
Such senseless acts full of disdain
Place heartache on the rise…
Let not these prisoners of hate
Destroy our unity
In time, these simple minds of late
Will face their destiny…
You and I can find the peace
The love that’s colorblind
These acts of cruelty must cease
Embrace all of mankind…
Submitting to A Strand 1070 Contest on 02/10/2022
Sad but true
People are quick to judge, they see my tattoos, my personal art on a canvas of what was me before all the crap has drug me down to the deepest the depths, and yet I manage to always emerge from the pain, loss and heartache. The doc says I have PTSD and bipolar depression from it, although I somehow manage a smile to passersby even if it is fake, I attempt to make others days a little brighter. Drug addiction alcoholism couldn't even hold me down for long because I know I am better than that some days it's a struggle to force myself out of bed but in my head, I sing broken because I gather the shattered pieces and glue myself back together. Sad but true disturbed is my mind in my dreams just a little stronger every day. Purple haze smoke enters my lungs as I lay back listening to sitting on the dock of the bay wanting to be their pole and my toes in water, wondering what tomorrow holds!
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