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Victory was yours
Prizes were lures
You screamed like a kid
when I became yours
This game is not your first
But you’ve been through thirst
I pour the love that you need
So, I placed you my first
Glory was our upper hand
The trophy was a grand
We were too perfect for a “match”
It was exciting beforehand
Rules have quickly changed
My shimmer made me estranged
“Don’t you like what you see?”
I see everything has changed.
Communication matters
Our mosaic shatters
Should trust be our issue?
If love is all that matters
The bout ends with no closure
I destroyed my composure
An explanation should not be a ghost
I need proper closure.
So young, too young, to project such dejection.
So young, too young, to shoulder such depression.
Confidence decays as the soul wanes.
Brightness fades from the constant drains.
Without support it is hard to grow,
Even the small child seems to know.
"Am I doing this right?" "is that okay?"
Begging for praise day after day.
When none is offered, Doctor takes note,
The child does for himself, not meaning to gloat,
What he hoped any adult he knows would,
He pats himself on the back, "I done good".
"Worthless, insolent, stupid boy"
I remember well the tools you would employ.
And while feeling the words and matching blows sting
I could already hear them in the future continue to ring.
Years have been lost to the lies you have told
Because I let them seep in and take hold.
What you did and let happen destroyed my childhood,
So for as long as I remember I have wondered, "am I any good?"
I have risen and I rise due to a skill I now possess.
I have found how to draw strength from my past distress.
Stronger, smarter, better than even I believed I could be,
I find I agree with twenty years younger me.
The sad troubled child who wanted to believe what I now should.
Despite the turmoil, heartache, and trauma, I have thrived.
"I done good."
God, why is there disease and
evil in this world,and why is there no justice?
these are questions I yearn to know
can you enlighten me please
"It Is Because Of Sin And Greed
Why These Things Occur
I Gave you All Free Will To Choose
But The Devil Has Corrupted All Mankind"
When will the end of this system be?
and who is the Beast of revelation?
and what is his mark?
can we survive without it?
"Those Answers Are Sealed In Heaven
The Only Way To Survive Is Not To Get The Mark
Some Will Know The Beast When They See him
Be Strong And Be Steadfast"
What does an Angel look like?
"Many Have Entertained Angels And Did Not Know
I Send Them Down From Time To Time
To Test Mankind.....
The End Is Near, Be Faithful And Never Fear
The Devil Must Be Defeated
And Destroyed Along With Death"
Thank You Lord
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By: Joseph May
May, God bless you in finding treasures within,
Made alive in Christ, leaving the death of sin.
Storing up, not to be destroyed are taken,
A new spiritual creation that can not be shaken.
May, God comfort and bring relief unto your soul,
Unveiling, the true beauty in the scroll.
To achieve the crown of life is the goal.
May, God guide and direct your steps in light,
Protecting from the evil that lurks in the night.
Awakening, the window to the soul, a new sight.
May, God fill you with peace, joy and love,
An overflowing, of the Holy Spirit from above.
To be purified into the likeness of Christ,
For, Jesus valued your life at a costly price.
Yo,
I was in an empire, part of the rebellion,
I was luke and han solo,
Takin' photos, of a world in love with chedda'
Prayin' all day for things to get betta'
Askin' Yoda in the sky for some wisdom,
Sherley Chism, and Rosa Parks were my idols,
Strong, black, beautiful, brazen, blazen, amazen, silos,
Of a song my momma taught me,
Lift every voice, express my choice, and drop bombs of knowledge,
I went to college, battlin' brains insane with myopic fits of schizophrenia,
With my pen, rebukin' sins of the fathers,
Puttin grandma's in chains, and straight killen my father's manhood,
Knowin, we could, we should, we would strive higha,
Christ's fire ignites me,
I gave my life to the almighty,
Cause in my sight he, fought for the downtrodden,
Rotten souls oppressin' billions,
Takin' pills and smoken' pipes for just a moment,
Of escape from rapin' carpet baggas hatin' saggas,
But just 5 years prior,
I heard a man with mad desire, for a chryos explosion,
Straight fusion, taken hatred and morphin satan into fury,
Hope was his cure he, took his orders from the savior,
And he made a, believer out of me and my whole country,
All at once he, took the reigns of insane branes and made us lighter,
Like brighter, with a burnin' burden like phroto bagins in the shire,
I walk this ring, of light and dark within my conscience,
But after months this, whole thing is startin to make me higher function,
I got this unction, to tell you about a pending celebration,
Elation has caught hold and now a nation,
Is about to be free of race and miscegenation,
Straight up star wars in this joint,
Because the deathstar is destroyed,
I trust the force, and soon my boy,
Will have his moment,
On mountain's top and God straight smilin'
Stylin' profilin' cause yo, a change is comin'
Start Stumin' new songs, of like redemption,
Cause we makin' marley proud and I got shrouds of evidence,
This fence is fallin' like back in europe,
Like the moons becomin' suns we makin runs to polls and soon guns suns they will be smokin'
Mad open, people get ready,
Straight steady, kill Freddy, cause this nightmare on wall street is ova,
Move ova George W, and sing a new song,
Straight Star Wars!
"A use of physical force so as to damage or injure; passion, fury, distortion of meaning, desecration". Such defining words is the meaning of violence. Let's imagine giving the microphone to Mr. Violence, providing him a voice and an audience to see what he has to say:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. If you have never met me, count your blessings. If you should never encounter me, you are among the most fortunate of earthlings. My name is Mr. Violence, but feel free to drop the 'Mr.' because I am not an honorable entity. I strike fear in both the public and private domains. The insides of my being is itself a war-zone with which even I cannot make peace. I bid you not be surprised that I am dominated by fear and indeed I am the coward of the planet and controlled by evil. My rein of terror roams throughout the earth, and my thirst for blood is never quenched. It's not just this planet, but I am universally mobilized as I crash and burn throughout the galaxy. You are constantly making gallant attempts to combat, curtail, and in every way you try to control me, but I cannot be stopped or destroyed until my day of doom has come, and it will, perhaps sooner than later. Until then, I'll keep wrecking and ruining, making war, and consuming".
Mr. Violence had his say, but what say ye? There appears to be a culmination, a mad rush to who knows what, and in Mr. Webster's words, 'a distortion of meaning'. But what say ye? Let's take life by the hands and live, love, and laugh, never allowing Violence to hold us hostage, realizing that in the end, we win. Let's stay in tune with God, not only to survive with our heads down and hearts filled with terror. Let's return wholeheartedly with a drive not to survive but to thrive.
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Why did I care what would happen,
If I sent him the message verbal or written.
He provoked me after what he did to me unfairly.
I just wanted him to get my message.
"I said no more too.
Not because of your threat to call the Police,
But simply I have nothing left to share and care about this friendship.
It is a shame it ended like this"
Remember, it was me who first suggested to terminate it.
You never replied and I had no idea what you wanted.
I could not read your mind nor know what you have decided.
Who did you thing you are?
Exploited my caring nature.
Remember, to me, you are just a guy with excellent IT knowledge.
Not only you had spoiled the friendship,
But also destroyed part of my life journey.
You have changed completely into another person.
Since I first met you at your second home.
Rather pity and ashamed what has happened.
I was born in the beautiful country called Zimbabwe,
Now it is devastated by the tyrant Robert Mugabe.
It was once a land full of milk and honey,
No this poem is not going to turn out funny.
But once this African came into power,
The whole country turned sour.
Don’t get me wrong not all Africans are bad, I turned out well,
Well besides the underarm smell, what the hell.
I remember when everything looked new, we were happy souls,
Now we have ten trillion dollar bills and the roads are full of pot holes.
Yes this is the country you need two wheel barrows full of money to but bread,
There's no welfare so you got to beg borrow and steal or you dead.
We had beautiful scenery, like Matopos (the balancing rocks) and Victoria Falls,
But this African destroyed it all.
We used to call the Falls the “Rain that thunders,”
Now I think it should be called “The nation’s tears caused by one man’s blunders.”
I now live in the UK where my father was born and where I will be
But as the saying goes “You can take the monkey out of the tree, but not the tree out of the
monkey.”
I miss my country the lovely Zimbabwe
And so sorry one African can mess it up, the African Robert Mugabe.
*Africans' attitude Contest*
Why have they escaped horrible tyranny
and have come here to profess hypocrisy?
Haven't they bled enough
and clung to denied clemency?
What was built by patriotic hands
won't be destroyed by a threat!
How beautiful is to live
in a Land of fairness and prosperity
without a set of boundary,
we can own what we wish and crave!
Every dollar needs to be earned,
no laziness builds character:
in struggles we thrive:
the stronger helps the weaker:
no traitor is hailed and honored:
he'll pay for his crime!
How beautiful is to live
in a Land of fairness and prosperity,
without a set boundary:
we can own what we wish and crave!
Ameica is the blessed
country of absolute freedom,
our belief is based on wisdom:
all patriots should be praised!
Parting my curtains that bright sunny morning
I took in the garden, my mood took a hit
My facial twitch surfaced again without warning
My lawn had acquired a nocturnal zit
They don’t stop at one: No, lots more were pending
An underground demon had just declared war
He’s munching my worms which needed defending
I’m having that critter... I’ve done it before
I picked out the nastiest, most evil trap
Designed to cast moley asunder
A trap meant to mangle that pointy nosed chap
... A trap that he simply dug under
I set a new trap filled with poison and worms
To kill him as soon as he found it
My wife tells me now that I’m King of the squirms
For that bloody mole went around it
I grabbed a big hammer and sat by a hole
A time to be patient... not slow
I was quick but inaccurate whacking that mole
And the hammer came down on my toe
I’m frantic, I’m livid, I’m limping around
To the shed where the tools were all put
Then, thrusting my garden fork into the ground
I stick it right through my good foot
I grabbed a grenade (which I googled and made)
I shoved it and crawled really fast
My lawn was destroyed like there’d been an air raid
I wasn’t quite clear of the blast
Two weeks have gone by and I’m head to toe plastered
My wife wears a mask against germs
She tells me we’ve still got that velvety bast*rd
And so she been buying it worms.