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Every time we spend together, she gives me a million reasons to want her to myself.
Usually, I feel uncomfortable looking into the eyes of someone else, but in her eyes I see beauty beyond art.
I could keep my eyes fixated in hers and still don't get enough
I wish minutes could turn to days and hours into months and somewhere in between, my eyes will throw me under the bus
Suddenly, every other thing turns unattractive with her around.
On only her I want to keep my eyes in place; only she at the moment is deserving of my gaze.
Her presence takes away a bulk of any downward emotion I'm feeling, basically she gives me joy
Some say she is not perfect but you could never point out her imperfections to me
I can't tell what I feel around her but I admit I love it
She breaks every of my rule and make me wish she did more
I gotta keep myself from going in deep before it's too late
Before I turn back and see that the gates of this feeling has been shot and I'm trapped in it and she is not by my side.
Don't want to think it, but I might probably lose it.
The devil is prowling around
seeking to be God luring whoever
he is a fallen angel who sought victory
but he faced the victor who did deliver
Satan took Jesus up so very high
there to show him kingdoms all over
even to point out their very glory
but Jesus knew it all with a deep sigh
Many people don't believe in the devil
not a personal one like scripture declares
but Jesus shows here how real he is
so claiming the victory over his dares
Satan tempts Jesus to bow down
and to worship this evil spirit alone
offering God's son all He already has
but Jesus being God needed no loan
Jesus showed His unlimited power
telling the evil one to go away
to serve and worship the living God
the only one to bow before even today
(8 Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. 9 And he said to him, “All these I will give you, if you will fall down and worship me.” 10 Then Jesus said to him, “Be gone, Satan! For it is written,
“‘You shall worship the Lord your God
and him only shall you serve.’”)
Matthew 4: 8-10(ESV)
June 6, 2012
You make me feel so low sometimes
And you wonder why I turn to others
You cling onto me jokingly
But in all seriousness, it bothers
I wish we can just be honestly close
Not just close, but able to click
Instead you act like a prick
It hurts to say the way I feel
Because I know you are so much more than what surfaces
I love you, I really do
But sometimes you make me feel like a fool
Like you’re using me
And I am not an adequate tool
I overlook the things you say and do
Just so I can make you happy
And that is sometimes a difficult task
Because the aching of inadequacy in my brain
Is driving me insane
I know I point out the obvious
I know that I’m stupid…I know I’m a fool
But why do you have to be so cruel?
Is this how it will always be?
And why can’t I cling elsewhere?
Without you hurt?
I can’t live my entire life making you happy
We all want to be content
I can’t leave the others behind
Sometimes I feel like you’re bent
On just you and me…
Or maybe it’s not me at all
Maybe it was never me…
I guess I overlook things too much to see
Quietly he goes about assessing situations,
Searching for the weakest link,
The source of consternation;
Seeking out the places where you need to make improvement.
He'll be your guide, a rudder,
The source of your inducement.
Evaluating habits, of each one he takes note,
Caring not how you must feel,
Or of the ire evoked.
Improving others character is his goal in life,
Teaching and chastising,
His family, friiends and wife.
Of singular importance, his opinion of the world.
It does no good to disagree,
Or dodge invectives hurled,
At all who wish to argue point, dispute he will not suffer,
From any who would self-appoint,
Themselves to be a buffer,
Twixt a man who wishes naught but good upon the world;
To bestow upon us all,
His precious wisdom's pearls.
He points out how it should be and what you're doing wrong,
Elaborating on each fault,
It's like a kind of song.
He'll sing it to the very end, though end I've never heard.
When you explode and tell him off,
He thinks you quite absurd.
It's hard to be above it all, you feel so all alone.
They say good looks are but skin deep,
But Dumb Goes To The Bone.
Judy Ball
Thinking it's up to you to point out everyone's faults or what's wrong with the world today is going to drive people in the other direction when they see you coming.
the well intended but deluded soul
took on itself to spread God’s word
the fixation soon became its mission
to rescue those deemed wayward
the vulnerable who suffer on earth
tottering on the very edge of despair
clutch at wisps of straw so proffered
but of absolute truth remain unaware
there is no solace in words and symbols
scriptures merely point out direction
we each need to walk on the path alone
paving way for our soul’s resurrection
the entity who seeks must drop away
God cannot be caged in conditioned belief
the light eternal is loftier than mind thinks
in vibrancy of staid stillness turn a new leaf
My soul cries unto the Lord my God
this is my plea from this old heart
confessing that no one's righteous
our enemy pursues me by deadly dart
Fainting within me all my hope
remember your times from of old
meditate on all of God's goodness
pursue Him as would fine gold
O my Lord give me your answer
hide not for a moment your face
my trust is in you sovereign Lord
show your way by your merciful grace
My God point out your perfect will
save my life for your name's sake
lead me always on straight path
provide preservation from that snake
Thanks for your steadfast love
so my enemies you will destroy
I am your servant humbly I bow
to you O Lord my crowning joy
(PSALM 143
'Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land.
Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.)
(King James Version (KJV))
Christians speak of Original Sin and
Buddhists of Primordial Ignorance
obscuring our Original Nature -
primordially pure, radiantly clear, lucidly awake.
My body and my mind know nothing
of this nature,
since their habits are otherwise,
without the blessing of lineage to point out
there is something more than sin and ignorance,
something those two continually defile and ignore.
My body and mind are ignorant,
but that’s just the illusion they prefer.
My job is to train them otherwise.
(10/22/2021, originally published in my 5th book of poems and stories, EXTRACTING THE ESSENCE, 2021)
I never wanted to see what our end would be like,
For tragedy follows wherever I go.
We destroyed each other when we were together but there was nothing more fascinating than that destruction.
I soughted happiness
You yearned for change
We both met, and gave each other everything except for the things we actually wanted to obtain.
Every action that you perform has been etched into my brain, how you braid your hair, how you point out my mistakes, how you never tell me now how the day that was spent went by for you, HOW WE CONSTANTLY YELL AROUND WHILE CALLING EACH OTHER PATHETIC NAMES......
Well, since fate made us come together,
Let us stay
For the love has faded out but the bond still remains.
I.
They say women don’t need men anymore,
that they can have it all on their own,
feminism claims it is the future,
and that it’s contingent on me to know
that everything’s just a social construct,
there’s no difference that we cannot change,
and they go and destroy any scientist
who has the sense and courage to explain
that millions of years of evolution
imprints on all of our genetic lines,
the differences are not just skin deep,
they leave a large impact on our minds.
Even here amidst the great western world,
where there is much legal equality,
you would think we’d see a half-and-half,
but it doesn’t break that evenly.
Women rule in social science and nursing,
men dominate construction and war,
even with money for the girls in the STEM
and endless rants or manhood deplored.
And should a woman become the rare one,
strong enough to make it into combat,
she’ll be in the bottom percentile,
unable to match men’s muscle mass.
But we’re afraid to point out the difference,
though it’s been know for millions of years,
we’ve naturals strength bound to our sex,
and this now seems a fact to be feared?
But what happens to the naïve young woman
basing the whole of their future upon
a career where nature’s stacked the deck?
What will happen if we’ve got it wrong?
Joshua Nkomo fought the white man
Who had come to Africa, taken the land
The whites ruled Rhodesia, though we should note
Toward the end they had one man one vote
Which meant that blacks and whites
in that respect had equal rights.
Nkomo saw his fight as one of racial liberation
Mugabe, his rival, also fought for a black nation.
Mugabe was a Shona, Nkomo a Ndebele
Neither of them were what you'd call a nice fella,
Russia supported the Ndebele, the Shona had China there
North Korea trained Shona too, a reason to beware
Mugabe became leader but not by winning the fight
He got elected, Shona voters had more might
White rule ended, and all lived happily ever after
Actually, not true, what happened next was a disaster
Mugabe unleashed the Five Brigade
They had trained in North Korea, time for Ndebele to be afraid
So what can we learn, I don't have a dog in this fight
I don't think colonial rule was right
The Ndebele tribe were now killed en masse
Vast numbers of corpses under the African grass.
The lesson as I see it is that the violent liberator
May resonate with you, but he can be a hater
When he gets into power, to keep power he kills
While the sympathizers close their eyes to the blood that spills.
Let’s apply this lesson to leftists in the Hamas tent
A few brave Gazans point out Hamas doesn't like dissent
One dissident's first day in jail haunts his dreams
He can't forget listening to his colleagues’ screams.
Hamas members won an election, made logical moves
They consolidated power, threw rivals off roofs.
Again, both rivals weren’t all that nice
Even if you like their cause, there is a moral price.
You can find justice in many a cause, but that doesn't mean
Those who take up arms are worthy of your esteem.
In the 90’s radicals might wear a Che Guevara t-shirt
But beware, when with communists you flirt.
Che liked witnessing executions by firing squad
He’d shoot the bullet too, so admiring him is odd.
Some Cubans learned the hard way, Joshua Nkomo did as well
You can leave Purgatory and still end up in hell.
Know this, my friend, and don’t look back,
Be you white or brown or black.
Freedom’s more than a rebel’s name,
It’s how you treat folks once you’ve won the game.