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Lately a person begins to read between the lines
how a network of human beings devalue another's worth
battered and bruised internally exhausted at times
they make you invisible shying away from the truth
To hurt someone that only wishes to speak and correct wrong
a violent nature lacks any respect to honour Justice correctly
certain groups have become hostile to straight talkers even violent
Charity cases crying over sin and vices to be accepted as normal
to carve the hammer into words etched on stone cold laid facts face
The bully is enslaved by their desire to overturn God
burning hate pretends to be polite sticking the dagger in
lacking innocence it poisons the purity in defence
You can be a murderer butchering defenceless beings
but you can't be seen to pray without being insulted
The children always part their ways when they grow. Not because they don't love parents but because they feel no body understands them. They can't get over their emotions, they can't see what they have yet not imagined.
A parent knows the behavior isn't a mistreat, it is just that s/he is drowning in emotions. May what happen a parent can't leave, coz this is the time when the child really needs them.
A promise that a parent always keeps:
When the pearl is floating upon salty water.
I shall be there before it dribbles down.
When ever a spark is triggering the axon.
I shall be there to stifle before destruction.
When faults come crawling to tremble.
I shall be there to clasp and embrace.
When the star of hope is conking out.
I shall be there to lay hold of.
When the forlorn creeper is longing for support.
I shall be there till the last drop of blood.
When walking through the mist in dense dark forest.
I shall be there to pave the way n make sure that nothing bothers.
When Shying away in the eclipse.
I shall be there to remove obstruction to see you gleaming like the Sun .
When the regret pours down like rain.
I shall be there to jump beside in puddle n make the sorrow faint.
WORD REFERENCE :
Dribbles : To move downwards in a thin flow
Axon: Nerve fibre that conducts electrical impulses
Stifle: To stop something happening
Faults : Cracks in the earth's crust along which there is movement.
Tremble: Shake in fear
Clasp: A firm hold with the hands or arms.
Lay hold off: To hold
Forlorn: Not cared for
Conk out: Completely lose functionality.
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As I ponder what to write
today august thirtieth
two thousand eighteen,
thy ploy doth in vite
a gamut of spontaneous thoughts,
that loosely cluster
before becoming tight
lee bound toward
quasi definitive agreeable, amenable,
and attainable in sight
with no deliberate intent
to suppress perspective
couched asper left of political right,
though mine embedded
liberal democratic ideology
automatically shifts, gingerly
escorts, inherently focuses,
and understandably dodges quite
unconsciously, naturally, and expressly
viz zit ting orientation trained mindset
spiked railroad ties to follow
a NON "FAKE" conservative track,
cuz existential plight
of this run of the
NON mill (let) airy night
owl hoot trumpets,
thru his pen chant
pedantic laden poetic might
(albeit gently modest)
with artful badinage,
garbage, and persiflage light
nsync with his (my) being,
an aspiring good (rook key) knight
calculating, formulating, intuiting,
where to shine
his (mine) figurative jacklight
asper shying away
NOT to antagonize
predicated on me
humble extrasensory insight
drawing, distancing, and detaching
metaphorical grip,
sans innate bias height
end from lifetime
steeped within progressive
(forward thinking atheistc) paradigm,
hence impossible to adopt
a totally tubularly neutral
point of view presents avowed challenge
to present opinions of yours truly
without instigating a verbal
and/or virtual gunfight
boot hoop fully friendship,
asper attempting tubby forthright,
and apologizing for
any stinging backlash
if accidental affront,
thus encouraging healthy
discourse without excite
ting vitriolic, toxic,
and/or dramatic dogfight
with this cat tug gar rick cull
poet hood dont bite!
Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!
Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness!
Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!
Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?
Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?
This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by insidious influences!
Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!
distortions of grandeur and praise
infect me and make me your slave
tranquility is but a phase
the sullen, the meek, the depraved
like shying fleece on the barter
delusions of ardor misplaced
inject faith that enmity made
in truths, she lay undressed, defaced
the maiden, the sheep, the dismayed
lead me across the graying plains
she'll be the bliss beside the pain
i lie prostrate in surrender
herd the weak into paradise
the needle is my new shepherd
stain delirium onto their eyes
like naked lambs to the slaughter
these are the pastures
the fields of mourners
the grass of beggars
meadows of paupers
here grow the anguished
the mired, the famished
the livid brackish
the passive tarnished
lead me beneath your rusting staves
these veins ache for the blight you gave
watch the child playing on the altar
dancing methamphetamine shivers
acceptance
deliverance
i am your sheep
this world's an abattoir
i am your sheep
feed me;
this mind is yours
Beauty blooms in the midst of chaos,
Unfolding petals where storms collide.
Scented flowers push through thorny bushes,
Their fragrance lingering, soft yet undenied.
A single light pierces vast darkness,
Steady and small, yet bravely bright,
Reminding every weary heart this:
Where there is a will, there is a way through the night.
So be that whispered light that gently strays,
Shying the shadows with quiet grace,
Turning stumbling blocks to stepping stones,
And making ordinary moments a warm embrace.
Imagine the humor in the grand design—
How thorns defend the rose’s hidden art,
How one small spark can realign
The heaviest burdens of a troubled heart.
In chaos, beauty finds its clever stage,
A subtle victory, never loud or grand,
Where even darkness yields to quiet rage
Of hope that blooms and takes a stand.
Hold fast, for every trial has its end,
And you, dear soul, can be the light that bends
The darkest hour toward a brighter bend—
A whispered glow the whole world comprehends.
Some thoughts I would love said
Some time I would love present
Some love I would love to hate
Some rules I would love to bend
It always have to occur as it should be
Why be there always a need for rules?
For it never really is what it be to see
Cause when we don’t know we are the fools
The constant need for growth
To be born and made to learn
Even for love we need the oath
Less the moment till death... what did we earn?
Defying, relying, defining and denying
Every one promise to be a hidden betrayal
Lying, shying, providing and surviving
Every one reason for needless rules portrayal
Rules be one I constantly hate
However will time forever present
Thoughts I’m to have... never said
Some love... for rules I have a love to bend
This Dissembling Man...
Trod thru three
score orbitz with air
tight (hermetically sealed)
lid on his emotions bare
reft of evincing
concern and/or care
ring forever guarded against
incursions upon fragile as chinaware
psyche foregoing giving
healthy breathing room
never to dare
risk challenging discomfort zones
skirting, hemming, and hawing
deliberately averting, shying,
sidestepping away against
welcoming awkward adolescent
romantic experience, thus
never playfully trying to ensnare
and/or allowing, enabling,
and providing gamesome
opportunities providing willingness
tubby triangulated ascending
ark hay yick teenagehood,
when deux dozen, foursquare,
nor eighteen candlebox birthdays,
nonetheless hungrily glare
ring with salivating
envy peers that hare
tuff hoar did gather
their rose buds...despite,
or perhaps because raging
testosterone overtook coy
demure lassie tude surrendering,
whence young womanly
primal urges let machismo insnare
whereat discovering prickly
"beau" vine love on par
with being a millionaire
despite tiffs that,
tested one's mettle quickly
learning the vital lesson
to turn/beat cutting
edge sword into plowshare
setting the figurative stage,
when feathering one's
nest to prepare
for legal covenant,
(a death do me part
binding resolution) endeavoring
to sustain a lifelong
commitment however difficult and rare.
That late-night messaging in WhatsApp
Will I not call that love..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she shares her frozen dessert with me
When I toss mine purposefully..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she attempts to cover her concerns
Behind her shying grin
When I pull her nearby towards me..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she requests that I book the corner seats inside the theater
So that I can make love with her ..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she snickers constant on my unimportant jokes
Also, I can't prevent myself from watching her..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she makes herself agreeable
In my arms on the patio at evenings
Also, I stray in her heavenly magnificence..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she shouts guiltlessly
When I give her spontaneous amazements..?
Isn't it love..
When after a warmed contention
She messages me.." I'm irate; persuade me"..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she spares each and every penny
The entire year
To get me the simplest birthday present ..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she attempts to call attention to her annoyance
In case I'm late and grins accidently..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she keeps even a chocolate covering
Given by me for a lifetime..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she is tensed more than me
During my test or result days..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she gets up early every morning
In the desire of wishing me most importantly..?
I know, and I understand that..
Love cannot be defined..
Love indeed has several definitions..
Love has it's different meanings..
However, for me, love is clear ..!!
For me, love is "YOU"
Passed by on the street with a glance or a stare.
Forgot in a moment; Why would I care?
Roaming the night feeling your soul bleed.
Always alone with your shame and your need.
Shying away from the suns warm glow.
A wounded child unable to know.
The glorious flower hiding inside.
Yearning to burst with color and pride.
Who tends the garden sowing the seed?
Feeding and trimming and tending all need.
With his love and his word the flower will bloom.
Glorious color bursting forth from the gloom.
Unto the sky the flower will raise.
Full of joy, full of laughter, full of praise.
Copy write 2011
Russell H Smith