Once more I failed the truth;
What is TRUTH;
In accord ;
I'm found lost in truth;
Destroyed;
I found discernment in Truth;
Matters in fact;
Realities stats,
non - lies, alibis;
Once more I failed the truth;
I've been mistreated and turned loose;
Constricted by thorny lies-roots;
Reply realize such "JUSTS" beliefs;
I've been railroaded and cheated in truth LONGEVITY BRIEF;
Where's my abandoned absolutes;
No Nobel false hoods;
Known truth makes you free;
Truth is real to me;
Truth can set you free;
But why do I feel the need, I have sinned ;
Once more I failed the truth;
Therefore, once more where's my truth;
6/30/21
6th Place Placement in Contest
For Contest Once More I Failed the Truth
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
St.John 8:32
Categories:
justs, analogy, confidence, engagement, trust,
Form: Dramatic Verse
mr.X may have said,"By any means necessary." In elaborating, I'll say,"By any means necessary which is sensible, logical, rational, ethical, and most of all moral." Lately, all I'm starting to see is a Dead Sea. I'm in no way God. But I hired him. He's doing a terrible job. I should fire him. He justs eats potatoe chips, drinks beer, watches too much t.v, and certainly plays with himself too much. But , I keep him because it is constantly getting harder to find someone willing to work, like me? Well , you know work may be the most obscene four letter word in the English language. Let us pray. oy vey. ( in memory of my maternal 1st cousin Peter. born 1949. died circa 1971. He was the oldest cousin on both sides. I the youngest. born June 30, 1964. The exact same day Ms. Florence Ballard of motown supremes turned 21, the age of Peter, and the age of my maternal 1st cousin Simone. born 1960. died 1981. let us all pray. all the way. thank you. with love.
Categories:
justs, autumn,
Form: Blank verse
DESSERT TABLE
Yes, it’s a beautiful spread
A tantalizing sight
With not Cezanne depth or solidity, but
Our hostess’ fond delight
She’s gathered not justs -
Not just cakes, cheeses and fruit
But a famous pot of snowball flowers,
A tall bottle of ultra-expensive wine, to boot
Now witness her many noted guests
Completely sated, become indecorous, loud,
A regular old-times gathering –
This flouncy, pot bellied, gut roaring crowd
And there are eager eyes, thrust noses
The sober might spy
Peering through banister slats, through cigar smoke.
For just one taste they would die
A wedge from an extant white, coconut cake,
Circus of green wrapped sweets,
Strawberry shortcake, cheesecake
An invitation what they seek
I fear, though, this luxury shall go elsewhere
The pastries, cheeses, fruits gathered all,
The youngsters, discovered, sent off to bed,
And cookie, chauffeur and butler shall have themselves a ball
Categories:
justs, life,
Form: Free verse
The pain of a young widow....
Her husband has just died and she can still smell his cologne
She can still remember the last words his beautiful lips spoke
"I love you.."
She cries and cries
Shes upset with herself...
Shes upset with God..
And shes upset with everyone who has happiness...
Shes upset with her friends geting over his death so quickly
She thinks"why'd he have to leave me"...
She stays home and looks at the window hoping that it was all a dream
That her new husband would come home with flowers and joy.....
As she sits she neglects everything.....
Her health......
She neglects her baby...
Her baby gets taken away..
She justs waves through the windows at the trees imagining and hoping....
She sits and waits...until shes tired of waiting...
She goes back to life thinking that she still has everything,....
The widow lost everything she wasn't young anymore.....
The pain of what used to be a young widow...
Categories:
justs, death, depression, faith, pain,
Form: Verse
one day here
one day will b gone
just another person
this body and soul torn
just a faded memory
one not really known
heart of what heavens
sins haunt and scorn
seen and felt
the good and bad
my sorrow justs melts
the cud beens, the had
been used, abused
torchered and revenged
manifested and fused
left the sins that fumes
whats done is done
whats said is said
the result of this
will become after deathen
Categories:
justs, hopeday,
Form: Rhyme
I know you can't see me
And my appearance you barely see.
Striving for your attention, is like being lost at sea.
You can't find me on the map or you compass.
Because being with you, I know its justs being traceless.
You know I always care about you and wonder when your sad.
So what not give the feeling back, so that so bad?
Categories:
justs, love
Form: Rhyme
Sadness JANE
just a lonely heart
who couldn't play the GAME
Whispering I don't CARE
To no one particularly ANYWHERE
She is a pretty Sheep
always prays to her God who KEEPS
Her light shining on while she softly WEEPS
Nobody can remember her FACE
Gone from school,vanished without so much a TRACE
I hear somebody gently FALLING
is it Jane,how sad..who justs keeps CALLING
to some person per chance to here her MOAN
He might be saying "Please my Sweet just turn around
and keep running HOME
MY MY my little Jane who looks to the SKY
Play with me before I lay my body down to DIE
Comforting angel choir sings the BLUES
Trying to tell her that there is always good NEWS
An apple pie is baked in her NAME
Just come back to us while we remain just the SAME
I am so tired,low and WEARY
Nobody can make this Daughter once again CHEERY
Balmy girl is closing those EYES
Putting something near her Head
BANG!BANG!
and now she LIES and silently DIES
Categories:
justs,
Form: I do not know?
Nameless faces in fog walk in dark
Known well identity hidden in mask
Morning to dawn ritual runs in cloud
Rushed to fly set free nowhere
Become ritual explore itself against all hate
As seen as dream flooded matter in sequence
Crisp in horn tender and loud and despair
Once mist to thrown and give itself
In a moon of herms as follow back dark ship
Coincides joining land in dreams
Come back to and shine its sight
As its own shame reflects one world
Dank of water as called in moon stars never shown a face till dance
Over thousand indeed open verses washed shore
Nameless faces washed in streets
Yet walk with wished dream unforgotten in steps
As we all walk and crush in given unknown
Purity justs its self as walk through to the same path
Categories:
justs, life, dream, dream, moon,
Form: Epic