Born frail
Through my wonder I wander and become pained
and rover subtly these days
Time polishes my brain,
Wisdom lies in the grave
Fairy tales delight
White Pretty Horses with horns
Lies make me Dizzy
Ingredients:
1. One pinch of sugar (Honey can sub)
2. A dash of what works
3. 1/2 teaspoon of table salt ( Or sea salt )
4. 1 large egg (Egg whites for real)
Instructions:
1. Mix them together until light and fluffy.
2. Flatten the lumps out, soften the sharpness
3. Blend until the texture mellows the taste of reality.
Secret sauce: Seven spices to taste.
Just don’t tell what they really are. EVER.
A silent scream spreads through the night,
A bittersweet joy in the darkness,
In a world of sour sweetness,
Joyful sadness waltzes bright.
A deafening whisper calls us near,
While noisy silence fills the day;
Jumbo shrimp and icy flames,
They play their little big matches.
Living dead and peaceful strife,
A false truth in everyday life,
An awkward relaxed grace, a surprise,
Truthful lies hide in plain sight.
With cruel kindness, we laugh as we cry,
with open secrets that`re not hidden,
A false reality touches the air,
An uncertain certainty spreads apace.
In shameless honour, a giggle grows,
As chaotic order settles,
Across untimely time and space,
Where grave funny oxymorons lie.
Pray for all of Abraham’s children, pray for the world, for all who seek love and truth.
Pray for all to have peace, to live in the place that makes them feel whole and happy as we walk through this life.
Pray for freedom, freedom to learn, freedom to choose, freedom for life, freedom of information and more…
Pray for the end of forcing us to be who they want us to be, God gave us freedom to choose good or evil paths.
Pray for our Justices to support freedom, freedom to discover truth or lies.
Pray for all the ways that evil tries to destroy us, seen and unseen tricks and evil ways that make us die.
Remember the path home to God, to heaven, to happiness, is long, is sometimes negative, but we can achieve a happy end of our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Come you zionists of israeeeeel
I can see through your mask
I can see through your lies
I can see you are committing genocide.
Come you people of earth
I want you to shout
I want us to stop the horror
I want it to be no more
Come all you human beings
I know that you know
I know that you care
I know that you are well aware
What we are seeing
Before our very eyes
Is more and more lies
To cover up a genocide.
So we’re punished and estranged
Would it make us better?
So how sweet was the revenge
Does it really matter?
It’s like noting white on white
Maybe green on green
When you come, I dim the light
Blinded by the screen
As the evening soars my eyes
I calm down a bit
Thinking it’s the useful lies
Naked truth can’t fit
It’s like permanent repair
Of a thing unfixable
It’s unfair, but we didn’t care
Everything is mixable
So we turn out quite the same
As we were last night
Only now there is no frame
But just white on white.
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By Poet: "Words are very cheap. Actions are worth their weight in gold. Look for actions, Not words."
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating makes for a magical day.
I help her then she helps me,
that is the way friendship should be.
She called me sister,
what an honor that was.
Then one very sad day,
I had an epiphany.
She was filled with lies,
I had been deceived.
Must be off there is a tomb
Most of what remains of whom
Much loved by me so still lies
My heart with her slowly dies
Must be off to earthy throne
Making sure she's not alone
Mourn us both for we have gone
Lies, the woven webs, of those who practice to deceive,
oh the lies that’s told, to whomsoever will believe.
Lies work hard, to take your heart earned trust,
then behind your back, it’s under foot, in dust.
Lies, like little white lies, oh the lies that be,
even at the most, the lies through the centuries.
Destroyer’s with words, and killers of the heart,
and in this, have we not all, played our part.
Lies, they kill, they steal, and destroy you see,
appearing to be good things, then brings forth their misery.
Just like the spider, their webs, they never leave,
and the first ones fooled, is those who practice to deceive.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Do not lie to me at all.
For what you show me as me,
Is not true at all, you see!
Don’t be fooled by what you see.
The world’s mirror shows not your reality,
Look beyond the reflection deep within.
And find the truth that lies therein!
Copyright © 2017 by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought', which is available on Amazon)
One night I 'met' someone I thought was meant for me.
We 'talked' for hours while our souls aligned perfectly.
Each night brought our minds to blissful sync.
Sometimes I worried, "What does he really think?"
He adamantly professed his love for me
And beguilled me with ethereal poetry.
His silver words so mystically divine,
I thought them from a higher realm than mine.
He captured my heart totally in his net.
When the scam was revealed, I only felt regret.
Alas, nothing on the dark web is what it seems.
Just another deviant low-life crushing dreams.
Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Unseeking Seeker
Caught in your white web of lies like black flies
Each dream a bubble bursting destroying lives
He said “I do” to more than one blushing bride
In more than one state or country claiming wives
Was watching TV when the glass ceiling broke
Illusion of solidity was a phantom a green ghost
Pictures of the women the children they tote
Your house of cards falling down a jaded joke
Fool me once silver shame on you
You made many fools saying “I do”
WAS VANDALS FOR SURE
I DO NOT LIE I AM PURE
TRUMP SOUNDS SO COCKSURE
Opening with complete ignorance
With a loop like tolerance
Most likely with Vengeance
Lace with an effect of balances
The choices of no obedience
No room for obvious clearance
Noting that there is no more chance
The thought of evil romances
Leaving a thought that may
An equivalence of being a prey
When things come with hope that say
A final abrupt stop in decays
The final outcome of a dream
The flow of beautiful stream
Then a burst of angry steam
Things never are what it seems
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