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The truth about me is particular
as it's related solely just to me
for my circumstance and experience
is mine so only I can make this plea
Having struggled through school fearfully
stuttering not achieving much to say
as well as colour blind and not too clever
but in mid 20s God turned night to day
There truth grabbed me by the throat
this is real and true it said
follow and keep in particular step
it'll lead you to be fulfilled and fed
As Jesus my saviour filled me inside
His holy spirit dwelling fully within
enlightening my mind to His truth
showing His love forgiving my sin
Being avid reader all things good
learning history afresh a new thing
happily married being full of bliss
life's good melodious feeling a zing
In retirement now enjoying time
nature and colours as I walk
feeling so abundantly effortlessly free
my truthful life this is it, let's rock!
Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say
Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out
Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt
They’ll still try to mold you and make you conform
For uniqueness to them is the start of a storm
The fullness of creation will never be complete
If we all march together to one single beat
No one can truly know all of another
The closest possibility would be one’s mother
Is this sky the utmost limit as many say?
To go above it, there should be another way.
If one fears the ocean, how could he sail through it?
Trust is a must if one wills, from life not to quit.
If health is true wealth - should one neglect one's physique?
Training of mind and body is the true technique.
Is depression causing anxious desperateness?
Track your travels through ethical connectedness.
Is emptiness filling you? Loneliness frightens?
Target your mind toward God, when despair heightens.
26 August 2022
Dot Your i's and Cross Your t's Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Inspired by Face the Truth, written by John Norum, sung by Glenn Hughes
She doesn't share my feeling
Sends my senses reeling,
I have no reply
I guess I'll have to cry
Face the truth and say goodbye
I do not belong here
I can no longer fear
and my destiny deny
From my home I fly
Face the truth and say goodbye
Years upon years of pain
In my body and my brain
Procedure gone awry
I'll adjust by and by
Face the truth and say goodbye
A lovely human being
My mistakes sent her fleeing
She left me one July
Such girls in short supply
Face the truth and say goodbye
It became a pressure dome
Then a broken home
Our bond we did untie
Looking back to sigh
Face the truth and say goodbye
Did I tell him he was the best,
Before he left the nest?
He's a lovely guy,
I, at least, did try
Face the truth and say goodbye
Our stay on earth to sever
We don't live forever
Today's my day to die
Time to hit the sky
Face the truth and say goodbye
I have always been one to look at truth
Regardless of how bad it may be
Lately, waves of truth come over me
I take notes because my brain is full
I am able to look at the big picture at once
Now, the facts pile up like mountains of sand
But, each grain is significant and alarming
More and more people speak out each day
It cannot be ignored, if I care about life
If I care about all those who I love
If I care about humanity and nature!
I cannot and will not ignore the truth
This is me and nothing will change me
Clearly, the waves will keep on coming
I will have to learn to ride these waves
And do my best to survive and help others
The lies are worse and the denial is hard
But, I keep on surfing through time I have left
And I don’t forget to look at the beautiful ocean!
Heidi Sands
10/5/21
Living in a sleepy slumber..
As life passes by..
As one day is another..
eyes shut..
A daily grind of deceitfulness..
Masterminds of manipulation corrodes the air
A sleepwalking corroded mind asleep at the wheel..
The wheel of life is spinning ..
Trapped in yesterday..
A sleeping mind stagnant
As web of lies had spun deliberately..
Matrix of falsehoods had risen..
Awakened by a sleepy slumber..
Where every day is precious ..
Truth is not just spoken..
Truth is shown..
Eyes wide open..
Feeling over the moon with blessings.
A daily grind of gratitude..
Where vibrant colors of the rainbow captivate ones spirit..
With an open heart..
A beautiful mind awakened to the truth..
The wheel of life radiates love..
As the truth shall always set us free..
Between two worlds, there can be found
A place of beauty, few do seek
An intermittent middle ground
Where life is neither mild nor meek
We easily forget that Unity
Will always be the grandest place to be
It's compromise reflecting humble self
The modesty of love that strengthens health
That brings us to a place of gratitude
That signifies abundant inner wealth
And under threat, the Ego is subdued
The majesty of life between two powers
From edge to edge, we back and forth in Thought
From standing still, the Ego blindly cowers
Afraid of being outed in Selfs court
For as we know, Thought brings to us illusion
Which rarely ends in being our best solution
A lesson which the Ego still is learning
So battered torn and bruised from toss and turning
Why can't you see the damage you suffer?
Extreme to extreme always churning
Whilst Self so modestly does rediscover
The interchange that we can all embrace
Betwixt the outer echelons of life
The challenges of Thought we all must face
And through each one, our Self will surely strife
We will not fall for Ego's plastic ploys
The Shadow smiles and with that Truth destroys
The silhouettes the mind does cast revealed
The Truth of Unity no more concealed
The Ego now exposed does hide its tail
For shame and fear reformed and now repealed
Courage stands where ignorance will fail
The Truth is found within the Interchange
The pause of silence loudly now explained
Polarity, she bows as told her tale
The moral in plain sight, our hopes regained
Courage stands where ignorance did fail
Digging into and detecting deep roots gives me a thrill.
Though raking up the foregone quarrels is a tiresome drill,
Values I have lost in the name of modernization,
Traditions that, like ancient hills, succumbed to damnation...
Should threads of exuberant cultures be quickly broken?
Isn't repristination an existential token?
These broken vessels of my ancestors... these torn garments,
Each has its fingerprints of involvements and debarments.
Would the spirit hovering around these yet be chased out?
Don't these cups that touched their lips have an endless silhouette?
Each rusted shoe of lost horses has tall tales to tell.
Of curses of petty kingdoms and kings, that, on them fell...
The processes and procedures of progress proceed fast.
Changes, as though perpetually changeless, seem to last.
Temples, mosques, churches, synagogues, Jinjas—what else is left?
Towers, bridges, forts, ramparts, glamorously cleaving clefts
Quality and quantity have, now, quickly shaken hands.
Don't, yet, covertly clouded hopes construct castles on sands...
Thick layers of dust and dirt constrict entire peripheries,
of principles of pristine prophetic epiphanies;
These should be removed! Truths, like the galaxies, should brightly shine.
May past foundations pave fraternal paths for a sacred shrine;
May virtues, values, and visions fill the veins of the past,
Flow flawlessly through blood vessels, cells, and the heart at last!
Words are predictable,
body language is revealing.
Saying it like a fool,
who are you deceiving?
Spend your life doing nothing,
telling it like it's something.
Lazy, lonely, miserable,
Who are you this evening?
Some people need to fit,
they latch on to your words,
once in opinions flip,
seeing you for your worth.
First impressions,
you've mastered it,
not the second or the third,
when shallow waters show you are but a turd.
Even when you epic fail
you tell yourself you haven't
tell yourself you pulled it off,
the life you live you haven't.
Lies wear thin but they don't reveal the lie,
they reveal the gal or guy who lives a tragic life,
once you've seen it say goodbye however harsh or sly,
they'll set you up to save themselves somewhere down the line.
A picture worth a thousand words,
body language makes words redundant,
saying good, showing worst,
sounds don't mean anything when I can see they front.
Under a sky of forgetting, a red apple whispers unwritten tales,
Under the serpent's gaze, the secret spreads like a canvas of dreams,
The fruit, like a bittersweet paradox, hides a fatal game,
In the dance of shadows, promises weave into a ritual.
The bright red of the apple is like a fire consuming silence,
Honeyed whispers flow in the night, promising liberation,
The serpent coils like a thought that knows no end,
Tempting with illusions that ensnare the wandering soul.
Its ebony gaze penetrates like an unknown shiver,
Like a cat losing one of its lives of old,
Light dresses in shadows, and willpower yields with a sigh,
When unseen power kneels a pure soul.
The awakening is an echo of a dream that always repeats,
The garden, the serpent, and the tree are ghosts in an ancient tale,
Drenched in sweat, the memory of the lost dream drowns,
Her olive-green gaze brings the peace of a kiss.
In the contrast of times, reality breaks in two,
His hand gets lost in her hair, black as a new night,
An enigmatic smile guides hopes through the mist,
Questions arise from answers that remain secretly kept.
In the end, the cold revelation pierces like a lucid thought:
The dream is but a shadow of what we think we know,
In the labyrinth of knowledge, we lose and find ourselves again,
And in the waking sleep of life, truth is a wandering dream.