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Why am I losing grip of reality? Tragedy cuts me like a knife
Trying with my might to believe…that peace will prevail
That God’s Rain can relieve the heartaches of life…and eventually, it will drown away the strife…
Ashes are floating in the sky…
The ashes of our love
The ashes of our love
I treasured it…
Now, I’m crowned with regret...blushing blue
Breaking bit by bit
Honestly, upset…I want the best for you
Reminded of the past when I should be the future
Tortured by the voices in my head
Tortured by the voices in my head
They whisper lies in my head
They whisper lies in my head
In the dead of night,
I feel like you are so far away from my reach
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
Easily led astray by the mindset of “I don’t care”
All I do is drift away…as the music scars my heart
I don’t see you, dreamily going along your way
My dream is to be the happiest guy…and make it in life
I’m going through yet another phase of yesterday
What’s worse – my soul is shattered cuz it’s brittle in your hands
Reminded of the past when I should be the future
Tortured by the voices in my head
Tortured by the voices in my head
They whisper lies in my head
They whisper lies in my head
In the dead of night,
I feel like you are so far away from my reach
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
Easily led astray by the mindset of “I don’t care”
All I do is drift away…as the music scars my heart
Its delicateness has transformed into this…miserable mess
Wipe the crimson from your lips and sift away your fury
Immediately, you and I stride away into the nostalgic night
Complexion has masked my desires for sonorous singing…quit your straying
Astonished by your magnificence…your mesmerizing
Conspicuously, you flatter me with your swaying…quiet yourself and keep on praying
Craving your stinging stinginess…I shudder, making up my mind quickly – your outlandish nature is hypnotizing
Disengage yourself from your pleasurable passions
And your misleading fashions…
Elated by your excitable exuberance
Solemn silence intensifies and time flies
You ever wished you knew someone off your job?
A young sheep, now asleep
Awaken in due time
In the arms of the Father
Enormous size man with strength packed in a human form.
Yet small spoken I’d never saw him angered
A quiet voiced, heaven choice
Tall enough to roar like thunder, make the earth shake,
Yet, his voice, his words often have you wonder?
Soft spoken Giants are proof that intelligence is more important than size
O’ giant quiet lamb
Praise God for the meek at heart
Raised arms raise let’s chat
When Kingdom comes in glory’s gates
Giant Quiet Lamb
He’s a Sheep gentle, quiet,
He’s asleep yet awake with the Father
He didn’t give shepherd Father
a lot of problems.
They are easily led.
Always least around me very quiet and gentle,
Holding himself aloof from the world.
In a herd, a brother I wish I knew him more
O’ giant quiet lamb
Praise God for the meek at heart
Raised arms raise let’s chat
When Kingdom comes in glory’s gates
Giant Quiet Lamb
Beloved by mankind.
a gentle or weak person.
Dave’s great, great, great, a thousand times great grand
Mother Eve,
Him whom was conceived
A man name Dave
Sometimes you need to just be a friend
To those you work with
Because when you or them are gone
You suffer a miss (missed)
A brief hello and taunt goodbye
A morning wave unto the skies
When you find a lamb (this means everyone)
Get to know them (everyone)
O’ giant quiet lamb
Praise God for the meek at heart
Raised arms raise let’s chat
When Kingdom comes in glory’s gates
Giant Quiet Lamb
For alas he’s not dead
He’s now asleep
He’s at rest
No more pangs, no pains
Heat beats and breathe
Given by the Father
God now given back to Him
O’ giant quiet lamb
Praise God for the meek at heart
Raised arms raise let’s chat
When Kingdom comes in glory’s gates
Giant Quiet Lamb
4/29/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
A Gentle Lamb Giant We Shall Remember David R Bintner A Dedicated Verse-
a Chief School Bus Company Employee Displacer
The Godliness of Adoption is...
Or is it not?
…A beautiful spring sprung floret of rose. A rose brought home from humanity's colorful garden of trust? Yet, it was not all that long ago when each cut stem, entrusted to its own gardener's worthy and caring hands?
Hands, now too soon stripped and emptied. Hands that were easily led astray by the coersions of now self-appointed zealots. They, with hands marked with ever stained bloody thorn pricked fingers, which now present each torn stem of rose on heaven-like sent pedestals; until met is a king's ransom; these thirty pieces of silver, being the ask of many an angelic bible-toting broker.
Adoption is...
Or is it not?
...An act next to Godliness when these disguised angels are loosed to search in the mist of this motherland? They, the finders of our pink and blue hued overflow spillage of souls.
This is the nature of guised humanity. Delicately does it assist society in the dredge of waiting collection ponds, pools of tears that gleamingly mirror you and I; and from where our memory should fill with sounds. The siren-like cries of which, now link with our distantly lost... ...or coldly disengage us of our not of want…
Adoption is...
Or is it not?
...The beautiful water lilys of pond? Those that so serenely float above an ever skimming conscience that is this God-fearing couple; a polarized complacency so sweetly lost amidst its own mesmerizing shimmer. They, fooled without inkling of shame. An innocence of eyes that fail to see transparency by such weakly given puruse. A view that cannot pierce the murkily veiled mire that hides just below its own watery reflection...
...And where underneath trails this tangled web that will soon unravel in route to tie with each long waited conscience…
Adoption is it or is it not our "Humanities with Consequence"?
New Jersey Identified Adoption shown as an open door will always yield to truth left on the threshold.
Our friends are dying fast.
Visits are very few.
But we all have a blast,
When occasionally they do.
It was pouring rain on Friday,
Not the most cheerful weather,
It was not the time "To make hay".
Just lovely still to be together.
Then to our surprise,
Our doorbell rang,
John took time to arise,
Then we heard the"Bang."
John tried to hurry to the door,
He was far too slow,
When he finally got there,
He found our old friend Joe
John was delighted to see Joe,
And Gwen, Josip's wife,
We had not seen them for seven years
Because of circumstances of life.
Josip is from Ukraine,
He is a knowledgeable man
He has lived a life of pain
And can handle strife.
Gwen was using a walker,
Joe is partially blind
Gwen is an easy talker,
And she is very kind.
We made tea and coffee,
And a bite to eat,
Gwen said, How long have you been deaf?
As John sat rubbing his feet.
In the course of the conversation,
I had to instil eyedrops and take various pills,
It was a revelation
To discover so many ills
After we had discussed our ailments
And how life as we knew it,
Way back when has changed
We got onto the derailments
Of unnecessary wars,
Brought about by Power and greed
That has deranged
The Universe.
Our conversation peppered,
With every emotion that one could feel,
We laughed and sighed
Our friendship sealed,
No aches and pains
That afternoon
All forgotten
As there was no room
For personal woes.
We talked them away
The conversation was stimulating,
We could have talked for days
The time spent was invigorating
It brought our brains into play.
No need to agree with all that was said,
Respecting opinions,
Without being easily led,
Keeping an open mind,
Until you find,
The answers that are true
And acceptable to you,
Thank you, Gwen and Joe,
Your visit cheered us so.
See you in the New year.
It will give us time for our minds to clear.
A Heart Without Love
Is A Decaying Thing
It May Pump Out Blood
But It Can’t Pump Up Dreams
It May Sustain A Beating
But It Can’t Keep Hope
A Heart Without Love
… Cuts That Rope
A Heart Without Love
Is A Pitiful Thing
It Pounds Too Soft
and Too Slow For Seeking …
… Love, Joy and Beauty
Truth, Courage and Power
So A Heart Without Love
Only Gathers Bitterness & Sours
A Heart Without Love
Opens Its Door To Hate
and Fear and Suspicion
Enters Its Gates
A Heart Without Love
Blocks Its Own Chance
and Cancels Connections
& Synapses To Dance
A Heart Without Love
Is A Merciless Tomb
Peace Finds No Place
In Its Shrinking Room
A Heart Without Love
Has No Purpose
So Important Things Like Love
Makes It Nervous
A Heart Without Love
Only Has Lust Sessions
It’ll Never Reach The Top Peak
& Highest Planes of Pure Passion
A Heart Without Love
Won’t Put Up A Tussle
When It Gets Broken
It Can’t Work Out Life’s Puzzles
A Heart Without Love
Is An Atrophied Muscle
There Is No Force
To Heave It or Hustle
A Heart Without Love
Is A Useless Organ
It May Be Bought Cheap
But It Is No Bargain
For A Heart Without Love
Comes At Great Cost
A Body Can’t Buy
What That Heart Has Lost …
… The Sharing, The Caring
and Belonging Is So Nice
and A Heart Must Have Love
To Grow Family Size
A Heart Without Love
Is Deaf and Dumb
For The Echo of Thunder
No Longer Drums
A Heart Without Love
Is A Cold Stone
It Offers No Comfort
And Leaves One … Alone
A Heart Without Love
Is A Wretched Phony
A Heart Without Love
Is The Ultimate Lonely
A Heart Without Love
Is Easily Led
By Desperation’s Desires
Into Damaged & Dread …
… Its Symptoms Point To
A Systems-Failure
For A Heart Without Love
Goes Against Human Nature
A Heart Without Love
Is A Heart Without GOD
And A Heart Without GOD
Is An Unfeeling Fraud
So, A Heart Without Love
For A Time May Survive
But A Heart Without Love
… Is Not Alive
Written & © : 3/7/2012
By: The MoonBee
I'll love you if you love me,
respect you if you respect me,
I'll help people that I actually hate
to kill the unhappiness they create
I'll speak truth, won't avoid being straight
falseness traits, fakes, liars I don't appreciate,
I'll only manipulate those whom manipulate,
it's a one off for me, I'll let the evil devastate,
I'll let people abuse me to the point they don't care,
they'll miss me and want me back when I'm not there,
I'll notice intentions and seem most unaware,
I'll build up your confidence and kill it when you dare
I can see your opinion and your point of view,
understand why you do what you do,
so I can be on your side and see you truly too,
and when you try to get me I'll see it before you
You can't hurt me twice if you didn't hurt me once,
nothing and no one will change past influence,
narcissists love me and use me like a sponge
they win but I'll have won destroying their sense
I'm an Empath who is kind caring and easily led,
when I look at people I see only the best,
my heart overpowers the thoughts in my head,
but I'll always seek truth and I'll leave you for dead
However you treat me your intent is noticed,
I'm nice but my evil side is explosive
but I wont use it unless yours is noted
I only want nice things and that's how I live
It's a way people see as their advantage
and set about using me as theirs to manage,
until man oh man I hate to do this,
forced to defend myself and cause you damage
I'll be loyal if you're loyal
I'll be your friend and best mate,
if you know an empath like me
please don't realise to late
Based on something said in a Jimmy Swaggart sermon...a tale of too late
Looking for that liar who sold my soul for sin
Taking a treasure chest of Godly wisdom and casting it to the wind
Break and bend...bruise and bleed until divinity gets bled dry
Now ten thousand times a day I ask myself why?
Why was I so eager and easily led so far astray?
Just like a mindless fool I followed a mad fiend straight into doomsday
Desires they led to dead ends
Dead ends to devastation
Devastation into death
Now I just can't switch the station
Another soul lost in the static
Another face frowns in the fire
I examine everyone I see as I'm looking for that liar
I hear screams down in the smoke
I hears moans of misery
Lustful lips they all surround and seek to swallow me
My mission still before me...eyes fixed on eternity
Like radio waves inside my head and radiation in my heart
I should have seen the warning signs to slow myself and stop
Consequences on the clock...the countdown still continues
I get heated with the hatred as I grab another head of hair
My hope is getting higher as I keep looking for that liar
Soon I see a pulpit and a puppet suspended above by 1000 strings
Now a demon with a giant pair of scissors cuts those cords and makes him scream
As he falls into the flames I recognize his viscous voice
And he's crying and complaining to a God that he betrayed
And the sheep that shepherd slaughtered now eat his flesh 4ever
I'm standing in the longest of lines to get my portion of that pie
Still looking for that liar...cause down here death never dies
ve lived many years on this tortured world
Read many books on history and scriptures too
all through milennia wars are venerated
despite attrocitie being commited.
Nothing changes ,nothing achieved,
except death and despair ,cruelty abounds.
What makes a soldier, an ordinary man,
become an evil predator to commit sick crimes,
Following orders doesnt wash away the stain,
as headless bodies lie in the rain.
Leaders act as if immune to all that causes pain.
yet descions are made by cowardly ones.
We hear excuses that cover their ways,
populaces are convinced of their right
falling prey to deceit and lies.
Propaganda machines working over time,
spreading hate and bile to uneducated ,
easily led of those that cannot think.
At years end we hear the cry "Peace on Earth"
may all be blessed as more bodies laid to rest,
Religions,ideaologies,greed ,mind sets must all pass,
Never will they as long as unfounded hate,sectarianism,
tribalism,still exists to prod and goad mindless freaks,
We all are human but in different guise,
encouraged to seek some nameless prize,
Only one path it is written,
unfollowed ye will be smitten,
fear driven by fictitious claim,
a place reserved of joy and hame,
Peace like a river is all we seek,
perfect to strengthen those who are weak,
All are made from stardust it is said,
as those who came millenia passed,
Andrew provan McIntyre. (c) 10/10/2023.
Line of enquiry:
"We look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play."
Souls search for the eternal, silently casting their gaze,
pondering about what remains untouched by fading days.
What are we but primitive forms, easily led astray.
Upon a quest for the timeless that will forever stay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fragile like whispers in the wind.
Volatile and flowing in a dance that can easily rescind.
How little some know about their inner cosmic aspect,
yet onward we journey, undeterred by the prospect.
In the theatre of life our inner child takes the stage.
A playful spirit immune to the true wisdom of age.
Through tribulations and triumphs our characters change.
Laughing in innocence, youth cares not how the storms engage.
We are mere guests to travellers we meet on the highway,
each one with a lesson but most never really stay.
Our spirits flourish when we search for sincere meaning,
so if we do not question, then life can be demeaning.
For in seeking the eternal in a world of ebb and flow,
we find comfort in the constant, where inner treasures grow,
so, let my heart ignite in intimate fields where dreams remain.
To embrace tomorrow, regardless to what hopes we attain.
On the first part of the journey,
I’m chewing nice toasty bread
all my toys down below me,
dog’s ripping them to shreds
This new world’s a mixture of fun,
stitched together between dread
And with happy ever after endings,
hard to see any troubles ahead
Days appear to get longer,
empty space grows and spreads
Old people I know disappearing,
as monoliths pop up instead
Time for a proper education,
my hands are swollen and red
Teacher beats me badly each day,
says be better if I never bred
Carpet frays beneath my feet,
so I decide to follow the thread
path’s becoming ever clearer,
like all halfwits I’m easily led
And the priest keeps on rocking,
I think he’s glad Elvis is dead
Dad shouts your getting a job,
lazy bastard get out of bed
In the abattoir each morning,
I spilt blood til my fingers bled
DANGER! sign above the kill box
no way the cow’s could’ve read
On my way home at twilight,
a bomb goes off inside my head
Stroke of luck your right vision’s left,
the optimistic doctors said
Time heals all except aging,
chairs turn into curved sleds
Rocking away on the porch now
unaware about being misled
But I don’t care cos I’m happy,
a side effect of miracle meds
Sublingual strips, work wonders,
journey’s over, again spoon fed
By
David Kavanagh