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The Veil of Vanity
In the depths where shadows weave and whispers sigh,
A macabre waltz beneath vanity's gilded sky,
In a realm where shallowness reigns supreme,
Beneath the mask of pride, empty souls scream.
Behind the façade of vanity's guise,
Lurks humanity's core, where ugliness lies,
Each face adorned with entitlement's cloak,
Concealing hubris, in shadows bespoke.
Witness the visage of mortality's might,
Embrace eerie allure in decay's pale moonlight,
Obsessed with beauty's ephemeral glow,
Chasing illusions, as time's sands flow.
Lift the veil, unleash truth's mournful wail,
Reveal the depths where narcissism sets sail,
In a world devoid of character or grace,
Where souls chase hollow praise, a vain embrace.
In this dance of light and shade,
We find ourselves trapped in grand charade,
For what is beauty but a fleeting dream?
But a fickle flame, in the silver moon's gleam.
Beneath the surface, behind veiled eyes,
Lies the truth, a truth we dare not recognize,
In our quest for validation’s embrace,
We lose ourselves, in vanity's maze.
So peel back the flesh, behold the truth,
In this realm of fading beauty and youth,
We are but mortals, frail and weak,
Chasing a life that’s fleeting and bleak.
-Edward
I have to keep reminding myself
“Thy Will be done – not my will”
It is the best way to pray I would say
Because His will surely is the right way
I find that when I pray for His will
I pray for the things that He needs
Me to pray for with a heart that is true
To give all the best that I have inside
I know that when I pray for His will
I am praying for the best there is in life
And whatever comes I can know that He has done
What is best for us all with His ultimate sacrifice
I believe that praying for God’s will is enlightening
Bringing about good things that inspire me
And encourage me to give with all my heart
From the depths of my spirit with real compassion
I feel like when I’m praying and I pray God’s will
I’ve given my very best to the prayer that says
He will take my best and improve it in each test
That reveals what God needs from my heart’s core
I sincerely hope that God’s will shall always be done
In my life and in those lives that surround me, too
For it is His Will that helps us to go on in faith and hope
Toward brighter moments, places where we can grow
I doubt that I’ve ever prayed a more sincere prayer
Than the one that asks for the will of the Lord to be done
Because it is this prayer that guides me to true wisdom
Reassures my heart and soul and gives me love unconditional
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
In the depths, where shadows loom,
A tale unfolds of a vicious cycle.
Where poverty and despair consume
And dreams crumble amidst rotting isle.
From the ashes of broken dreams.
A spark of hope flickers and gleams.
In the darkest corners, where agony resides,
A glimmer of light and solace lies aside.
Amidst the chaos and relentless plight,
A spirit rises, determined to fight.
With resilience and strength, they break free.
From the chains that bind yet disagree.
In the midst of the storm, they find their voice.
Speaking out against injustice is their choice.
No longer silenced, no longer confined,
They rise above, leaving poverty behind.
Through perseverance and unwavering faith,
They defy the odds and conquer their fate.
No longer victims, they become the change.
Breaking free from the cycle—a cycle so strange
With every step forward, they leave behind,
Shadows that once loomed—are now blind.
Written: June 15, 2023
Sometimes..
Life can be a silent serenade,
a sequence of
sentimental eyes
and
deep sighs..
Contemplating… Why?
I guess..
It is just another sad poem,
but with a different pen -
bleeding
sorrow,
afraid of
tomorrow.
The atmosphere is a contrast,
between black and blues.
Trying to let go of
reminiscent hues,
an artificial smile,
hiding a regretful persona.
In solitude
when you sit
and listen,
you can hear -
a crumbling heart,
and uncontrollable tears.
Lost in depths of despair,
surrounded by the smell of bitter fears
and
I don’t care,
about the songs mad birds sing
only my silent
serenade.
I ALWAYS KNEW
From the early beginning of mortal bound time
As the first heartbeat struck the chords of my soul
In the second the spirit held hands with my mind
In this moment
My being was sacred and whole
I subconsciously knew every secret
Every divine plan created for me
Of who I would meet and encounter
Who I'd love, and who would love me
From the echo's of choir's in heaven
To the tears of this clown here below
In the time and place God had planned for me
I'd be In touch with my heart, feel It's passionate growth
From the time of the end of the sorrow
As the last heartbeat of life is to cease
I shall recall from the depths of subconscious
Who I should of loved, and who should of loved me
You shelter me through tempest storms – indeed, you are my friend.
You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend;
I’m free with you and you with me, and neither will offend.
In spite of fashion's etiquette, your care does not depend
on ways I dress (or part my hair) - I’m not a passing trend,
and in my need you comfort me till twists and turns unbend.
We needn’t don thin masks of clay or otherwise pretend,
and when I sometimes act the fool you never condescend
but try instead to steep my views in eyes that comprehend.
At times I dwell within the depths, you smile and I ascend
to levels of tranquillity which others can’t transcend.
You never ask, demand or take, you give and understand,
and when I’m lost, a frantic child, you lead me by the hand
through castle gates in mirrored walls throughout a fairyland
where fears and worries linger less than tracks in drifting sand.
With you my words are ever free, they trickle out unplanned,
and fearful feelings I possess you seize as contraband.
Your laughter flows upon my woes like waves on troubled strand
which leave behind within their wake a calm and peaceful land.
Not everyone is pleased, I’m told, that you and I are friends.
The world outside... they envy us... that you and I are friends.
We dare defy the green-eyed storm... for you and I are friends.
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.
He knows about my very worst sins
He sees my heart – my wretchedness
He knows the depths of my spirit
He sees the darkness within me
And, still, He gives me a second chance
When I can’t even understand His grace
He whispers hope into my heart
He sings of light, love and more
He knows my weakness and my thoughts
He brings me a sweetness and joy
And, still, He never forsakes my soul
When I can’t comprehend His kindness
He knows about the feelings that destroy
Feelings of doubt, disillusion and sorrow
He colors my dreams in cheery belief
Awakens my heart to the sincere promises
Of a Father who loves unconditionally
A God who is filled with absolute peace
He shines His sun down on my soul
He pierces my heart with His unchanging love
He guides me through shadows of despair
He reminds me that I have His strength
To encourage and bolster me during worries
Reinforce my praise of His unending mercy
He lifts me from the darkness of my pain
He inspires me to believe when I think I can’t
He urges me to just let go of my dismay
He nurtures me with a love that is alive
A love so beautiful it delights and enlightens
Reminding me that I am someone He stirs
He moves my heart and soul to believe
He rouses my faith with His unending peace
He motivates my smile and my laughter
He rains down His love so that I catch His
Wonderful creativity and insight into hope
With Him, there is no doubt or dissuasion
He favors me with blessings that are so warm
He lifts my painful depression and discouragement
He promises me that His love will last forever
He guarantees His redemption is my salvation
I will always feel like I am someone worthwhile
Because of Him, I know that I am God’s child
UNVEIL THE LIGHT WITHIN
~~~~~~~~~~~
From the faith that resides within me deep,
A guiding light, in times when shadows creep.
An unwavering belief, summoned me from sleep,
Just as trouble awakens the Superman in Kent Clark
It boost the strength against any evil attack.5
With the scriptures stored up in my heart,
I stand tall, take a stand against the fiery darts
In the midst of life's trials and strife,
There's a truth that brings me back to life?
For in the depths of my soul, I've come to know,
The source from which my strength does flow.
I know where my strength comes from, you see,
It's not from worldly power or vanity.¹³
Like Wonder Woman, I am daring and true,
With faith and power, there's nothing I can't do.
In the pages of scripture, I find light,
The hero within me, blazes blisteringly bright.¹7
Donning my suits of corporate might,
I unleash my power within as I take flight.
Like Clark Kent with his secret guise,
I unveil my uniform, ditching disguise.²¹
I am the modern-day heroine, fierce and true,
With every step, I'll always blaze through.
In the holy bible of my Father's design,
I find my purpose, and my light will shine.²5
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
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