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theres a demon running towards me
in the refelction in the mirror
and the closer that he comes
his intentions becomes clearer
as the shadowy figure draws near
with every step he makes
the rythmic beating of my heart pumps fear
with every breath i take
like the devils tools and instruments
i hear a drum and violin
because in my ear rings influence
for all i've done in vial sin
and as this cup i drink becomes and overflow of shame
each thought that i think manifests itself in blame
but who am i but a tainted soul
who has not yet tasted life
a coward growing very cold
a sinner with a heart of ice
the world can never understand the thoughts that i create
because my thoughts are simply not for man but somewhat more for fate
many put on a facade
and play the role of being nice
i find that very odd
using deception to entice
can i defect from this world of lies?
or must i go with the flow?
no one answers my question why
but everyone "seems" to know
they are just as confused as chickens without their heads
the blind leading the blind into the land of the dead
We had a debate where the candidate
Was supposed to communicate
The direction in which the united state
Yes, state how we can become back united
Yet however, more lies than truth were cited
Remove the blindfold so you can see
All that is hidden under the oval tree
There were lies told with little truth to unfold
Low and behold, they both awkward and old
But how can we relate
When the great grandfathers are not so great
Trying to tear each other down when both have flaws
Yes we definitely need changes, time to change these laws
Will an age limit make a difference in the performance, I guess
But right now we are dealing with one big, hot mess
The country is doomed, or so I assume
But what are we to do when our only choices are these two
It’s like the blind leading the blind
When the ages combined together is one hundred fifty nine
Oh what a truffle, this country we ruffle
Sounded like an old bickering married couple
Doesn't say a lot if this all we got
It’s like we have to decide who we gon marry
Cause on their back, this country they carry
Because when we vote, we are saying, “I do”
Meaning, you do believe in your choice
Yet by not voting, are you silencing your voice?
Dear God,
We have a problem!
Don't abandon us
We are poor, blind creatures, like rats in a maze, looking out for number
one, fighting over limited resources.
Don't abandon us
We are the blind leading the blind, both falling over the precipice
without a safety net because others told us to do so.
Don't abandon us
We are wicked people who have forgotten or ignored Your divine law
engraved in our hearts and our DNA.
Don't abandon us,
As we cry out from our crosses, the crosses of our own undoing or from the
cruelty of others.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani
Lord, do not abandon us,
for we are your wayward children, but your children nonetheless.
Do not let us die next to the thief, shamed
but rescue us like you did the repentant one crucified next to you,
let us hear those soothing words, "Today, you will be with me in paradise."
so our burdened hearts can be calmed and reassured of your love.
Lord, don't abandon us
Let your greatest attribute shine,
Let your mercy, penetrate the dark clouds that
threaten to engulf us.
And even if we are destined to die on our crosses, do not abandon us as
we follow you to the other side.
Lord, we trust in you.
Dogma and doctrine only hide the Truth
that is our birthright since the time of youth.
We have all been led to believe the lies
which the authorities show to our eyes.
The passage of time often does the rest
and makes sure curiosity fails the test
to uncover the truth that's been hidden
by all this dogma and doctrine ridden.
Ignorance is a strong, powerful force
that stalls investigations in due coarse
when people begin to suspect the wrong
they have been subjected to all along.
Authorities try to keep their power
with the dogma and doctrine they shower
onto the people who look up to them
quelling the light of truth that they condemn.
Nowhere else does this happen as often
but in religious faith which can soften
the hearts and minds of people to believe
that something else is just there to deceive.
A sad case of the blind leading the blind
which is one of the follies of mankind
who are led to believe what they're given
is the truth being like victims driven.
This doesn't mean that something else is true
unless it has been proven so by you;
through personal experience that stays
in your heart or mind and the doubt allays.
Take for example those few converts who
formed the body of the early church new;
what kind of experience each one had
making them join up and feel very glad.
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Based on culture we believe,
form of God as scriptures weave,
affirmed by pastors who preach,
though truth remains out of reach.
Our faith helps us to go on,
when at night we wait for dawn
but it’s but a crutch we use,
to stand strong facing abuse.
When tested, faith is shaken,
for unless we awaken,
facing fear we’ll crouch in fright,
since we have not seen God’s light.
Burn the book, is what we say,
making love our heart’s mainstay,
that as opposites dissolve,
in time we slowly evolve.
Faith is a function of mind,
like the blind leading the blind,
so instead let us be still,
our soul aligned with God’s will.
Simply feeling, not thinking,
our awareness unblinking,
focus firm, let then bliss burn
nodes within mind-body urn.
Breath by breath imbibing grace,
of ego there’s left no trace,
whence we see God in plain sight,
in our heart’s cave, light soft white.
Back to basics, to be free,
the face of God we must see,
since words offer not the taste
of God’s love, tender and chaste.
She took a step back from the world
what it wanted her to be
She wasn't who she was anymore
what they once did see
She saw things differently now
Her eyes were open wide
She was broken open
To things she could no longer hide
Every where she looked she saw ego
She saw hate for mankind
People who judged and criticized eachother
The blind leading the blind
Only caring to be right
Only caring to be heard
Never stopping to listen to anybody elses word
She released her self from the facade
She released herself from the rat race
Knowing life isn't a competition
And no one wins first place
For life is a journey
Not a written consent
Not a place to throw shade on others
Not a place to vent
She wanted to live for humanity
She wanted to live with a humble heart
She knew changing and healing herself was the best place to start
Her eyes were now wide open
They were no longer a blur
She now sees a world that needs benevolence
That was the becoming of her..
No one gave us a roadmap,
no guide to navigate the twists,
the jagged turns of life’s unknown path.
They filled us with hope, with dreams, with promises.
Tales of a future, bright and clear,
a mirage that fades just as we reach for it.
Lies.
We whisper it to ourselves
as reality sets in.
Life, a test we never studied for,
yet we’re forced to take.
Dropped into the deep end,
flailing, fighting, drowning,
no lifeline to grasp,
no safety net to break our fall.
Our parents, worn, weathered,
cling to wisdom that no longer holds.
They came from a world where work was steady,
where machines didn’t steal jobs,
where effort meant security.
Now they depend on us,
but we have no answers to give.
We are sheep without a shepherd,
Lost in the storm of uncertainty,
Our steps faltering, unsure of where to go.
Answers slip like shadows through our fingers,
leaving us with only time,
heavy, unyielding time.
We improvise, we stumble,
writing our syllabus in ink and pain,
forging our path through trial and error,
through blood, sweat, and tears.
Life needs a memorandum,
a guide to show the way,
a blueprint for the lost,
a light in the dark.
Yet life offers no memorandum,
only questions left unanswered,
and the blind leading the blind.
Into the warmth
of a bleeding heart
A chain of daisies grow
Around the soul kiss heartbeats
The willows silver tears turn gold
daffodils dance warmly flowering
On petals of your loving touch gently
flutters with the butterflies dream
Leaves a warm footprint forever softly caring
bitten in the long grass I stroll alone with hope
Birds in many airs mix tunes so sweetly with grace
Picking a dandelion smiling thinking of the roar
Looking of into distant sunsetting faraway wonder
Golden the sky orange to gunbarrel grew clouds
Life is loving every minute gifted with purity
Because feelings of you don't disappear
Must be a dark shady path at night
Blind leading the blind trips
Into chaos check in
RELIGIOSITY
To truly be a Christian, saintly woman or man,
Not to have just a religion, but to be born again.
A new birth truly happens in the inner man,
by the blood of Jesus Christ though some if can’t understand.
Meats refrained, keeping the Sabbath, it doesn’t bother me,
Whatever makes a better person, or brings you liberty.
Respecting people’s differences, in each rightful place .
their beliefs and their diversities in each given race.
True religion is to truly love, God and man,
it is the faith of Christianity, the rock which we stand.
Win the heart and not the war, should be our only plight
Proclaim to show the Way who Jesus is, Truth and the Light.
God justifies the humble, not who think he is right.
It’s by my Spirit says the Lord, and not by power and might.
So why focus on the mote making your brother cry,
When you can’t see pass the beam that’s in your own blinded eye.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.
Not condemning one another for their inherent belief.
Yes the wheat and tares they grow together, if you please,
Spiritual battles to win are won upon your bended knees.
When the blind leading the blind, no one can really see,
When love is absent, all it is, re-li-gi’osi-ty.
where do you go for the truth
if you don't believe what they're telling you
wearing shades over their eyes
so you don't see the lies
false prophets in present times
i'm not sure they even know
everything they're being told
is a far stretch from the truth
would things really change if they knew
satan has a hold of you
in this topsy turvy world
it's hard to believe a single word
time after time, after time, after time
it's the blind leading the blind
spoke of in the end times
makes it really hard to trust
any of these and all of the above
in today's world all you will find
is lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies
when will that truth you realize
I keep seeing all the crazy nonsense going on from all sides in the world today and don't know who to believe anymore...
Which always leads me back to The Way, The Truth, and The Life which is Jesus Christ. Who puts my heart at ease.