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Busy days bustle along
Leaving your dreams long gone
Sitting amid the memories of yesterday
Where your creativity lays at rest
Peaceful there in the past
Where did the time go?
Have you sold out to the go-getter
The one who needs to make a million
And have the best of everything
Days go so quickly by, pretending
That there seems to be no ending
They roll from one into another
With only different color pants
That you find yourself wearing
Where did the time go?
Have you lost yourself somewhere
Between a paycheck that had your name
And made you feel like you had arrived
Didn’t you feel more like yourself then
When all the love was there within
Filling your life with good friends
Who helped you spend your time
Looking toward the heavens
A Costly Price To Pay
Black, negative thoughts cloud your mind
Consuming your heart, weights of all kind
Lost within yourself, self sorrow combined
A costly price to pay, in your mind confined
Losing who you are, to appease the crowd
To be acceptable, to those whom are allowed
And the ones not worthy, perhaps disavowed
A costly price to pay, not to be able to stand proud
Your mind, your friend, your enemy at the same time
Lost within your internal prison, committing no crime
Longing for whatever you seemingly lack, so sublime
A costly price to pay, living within your lost paradigm
Cast off whatever it is that does not serve you well
Be it within your life, your mind, bid it a fond farewell
Seek out that place deep within your soul, help you excel
Such a costly price to pay, lost within your personal hell
When problems come, we want to blame God first!
But the truth of it all is your actions put you under a curse.
The Bible says when you obey God, all will go right.
And when you do not, you'll struggle most of your life!
Cursed are all creatures who choose to disobey.
Everything in the bible, written to show us the right way!
Cursed when you go in and when you come out.
Cursed when the wrong things, come from your mouth!
Cursed when you judge other's that are different than you.
Moses sister judge his wife and see what God chose to do!
God will allow disease to come on you, cause your body to swell
Allow income to stop flowing and make your life living hell!
You are fooling yourself, thinking you will get away.
But Revelation 20:12 says we must all explain it someday!
Whenever things in your life , mostly seem to be going wrong.
Go have a good talk to God. Use prayer, it's your phone!
Doesn't matter what race or color. Not one will get away.
Let them talk all they want, but God says they will surely pay!
Run behind or alongside those who think their so cool.
But they only like you, because they know you're their fool!
If anyone thinks they can hurt others or commit violent crimes.
They're fooling themselves and will pay at "Judgement Time!"
(This is a fictional poem but God really does make guilty people pay.)
You convinced a jury to set you free.
You fooled them but you haven't fooled me.
You murdered a girl before she even got the chance to become a teenager.
She should've listened when her parents told her to stay away from strangers.
God knows that you're guilty and he'll make you pay for what you've done.
You can't hide from the Lord and you can't run.
Her parents haven't been able to stop crying and suffering since you took their
daughter away.
The only thing that keeps them going is knowing that God will make you pay.
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I fear that unknown future date,
When reality will permanently fade,
And what will come after will be death,
When there wouldn't be any debt not paid.
My soul'll then aimlessly wander!
Maybe it'll float in a wide space,
Full of an afterlife wonders,
That may abound in that cloudy place.
Maybe I'd be with the spirits or alone?
I'd probably be flying lazily about,
Since I'll leave without my bones.
Then, I'd find afterlife no longer a doubt?
Probably I'd see the angels sing,
I'd also learn their new songs;
By clinging to their angelic wings;
While playing rhythm with my gongs.
Maybe my spirit'll find somewhere to hide?
Or It'd be sent to heaven or even to hell?
Would it be sent back to be born as a child?
Or wait there till the angels'd ring the final bell.
Pain that pains the pain that pains
Hate that conceives the hate, that we hate
Loneliness that engulfs the already lonely loneliness
Regrets upon regrets, regretting that we regret
Could be the Price we pay …
For playing the humble games of Kings and Queens, while denouncing our traits from the street
For wearing shinning armour electroplated in silver and gold, until rust reveals our true elements
For playing Romeo and Juliet, but not willing take the concoction of compromise
For playing "Brother and Sister" tags, yet the mind caresses the thoughts of making brothers and sisters
For denying the tongue the taste of words weaved in
and lurking through the cracks of our Wailing hearts
Could be the price we pay … .
For forcing a donkey to the river, and expect it to jump through the hoops of our fantasised fantasies.
For the care we give wholesomely till it sours into an obsession, something that scares them away
For banking our feelings In a vault fixed for the future, while we expect them to notice of our undying love
Could be the price we pay …
For being forthcoming and submissive, a sign of a free lamb meant for the altar
For being too trusting with our Secrets and Pixel's of our natural melanin, till it becomes food for the public eye
Maybe, could be the price we pay
For being humans.
The veil is there for a powerful reason,
And yet some of us can see what prances from the other side
Through automatic writing and psychometry
We can immediately feel loved or frightened.
It is best to not intentionally pull back the curtain
Unless you are a shaman or wise woman with roots
That are deep, clear, open to unthought of possibilities,
And you are willing to face the consequences
Many of us can travel to the otherworld in our dreams
Some go nightly. Astral travelers
Yet do we remember in the morning?
Often if we have not developed language of this lifetime yet
The veil is there not as a warning
But as a protection
When we sense something is wrong
The warnings come from beyond the veil; pay attention.
Your spirit guides might be trying to save your life.
Of course, the demons use this avenue too.
This is when you really need to listen to your internal feelings.
A tale unfolds, of souls in twisted spells.
Of Leslie Van Houten, her fate entwined,
With Charles Manson, the mastermind.
Once a flower of innocence, pure and bright,
She fell into Manson's web, one fateful night.
His voice whispered venom, filled her heart with dread,
And slowly, her soul was consumed and misled.
Like a siren's call, his words lured her in,
A vulnerable spirit, lost in a world of sin.
Under Manson's spell, she committed unspeakable deeds,
A pawn in his game, driven by sinister needs.
But time has passed, and the tides have turned,
The truth and remorse within her heart have burned.
Through the haze of darkness, a glimmer of light,
Leslie seeks redemption, to set things right.
Behind prison walls, she ponders her past,
Haunted by the memories, shadows that last.
Regret paints her days, with sorrow's brush,
As she yearns for a chance to emerge from the rush.
Society questions, should she be set free?
Can the darkness within truly cease to be?
Forgiveness weighs heavy, on the scales of justice,
As Leslie, a broken soul, seeks her own tryst.
Parole's elusive whispers linger in the air,
Contemplation and doubt, a burden to bear.
For her involvement, no excuse can suffice,
But redemption calls, as she pays the price.
In the depths of her confinement, she seeks redemption,
A chance to break free from the grip of temptation.
To find a path of healing, in a world so unkind,
Leslie Van Houten, forever intertwined.
The journey ahead, uncertain and steep,
With scars that run deep, in her restless sleep.
Yet, perhaps redemption, a flicker of hope,
A chance for her soul, to break free and elope.
The world watches, judgment in their gaze,
As Leslie Van Houten ponders her days.
In the balance of justice, her fate shall lie,
A story of darkness, seeking light in the sky.
(08/21/11)
The days are getting longer and
the nights are getting shorter.
The economy is scaring
And the tempers are flaring.
So many people struggling to survive
And many on the unemployment line.
Military people are losing their rights
And still expected to stand and fight.
Social security checks are getting smaller
And the welfare lines are getting longer.
Yet we still throw millions of pounds of food away
And millions are starving every day.
People are crossing our borders every day
Looking for jobs with a bit more pay.
You no longer have to wonder
Why banks are going under.
The world is going through the same things as us
But in GOD we must put our trust.
If those words are imprinted on our currency
Then in that you must believe.
If we could only go back to the past
Where we could afford a gallon of gas.
Where jobs offered retirement benefits
And health care too, and we didn’t have
To worry as to what to do.
We all know that life never stays the same
And we all must go through these aches and pains.
Is this the price that we must pay
So the politicians can get their way?
(I got the idea for this poem after seeing a mean commercial that R.I.F. made.)
What you're doing is nasty and cruel.
You're insulting my friend because he dropped out of school.
You called him a moron, an idiot, and a pinhead too.
You'd better apologize or I'll beat the hell out of you.
Tears come to his eyes when he hears the words that you use.
He's a human being and doesn't deserve to be abused.
Dropping out of school was a mistake.
But you cruely insult him and that's something he shouldn't have to take.
If you insult him one more time, I'll make you pay the price.
If you're considering insulting any other people who dropped out of school, you'd
better think twice.
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