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You see it a lot now a days, being aired everywhere you look
In many forms and many ways even you and I are in the book
As the news anchors spin their story or even just friend to friend
Jesus said in all of His Glory be careful of the message you send
Do not slander your foe nor wish him evil upon his daily way
For it isn't yours to know only your duty and obligation to pray
Cut not one at the knees or even enter into the gossip mill room
Infectious like disease most of those people are headed for doom
Like a murderer and or a thief, gossipers too are high on the list
They simply add to another's grief the sin being in how they twist
They prolong another's plight in wanting to know every little detail
Never choosing to do right as each reputation they seem to impale
Of others never speak a negative word, but act as if they were there
Put aside everything you heard and then do something that is rare
Acting as if that person were you, as one day this may be the case
Still not sure what to do... Remember the Day Jesus took your place
“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart
bringeth forth that which is good...”
Luke 6:45
The purpose of authority is to remain in authority, not to dispense justice. (Anonymous)
There are lofty careers such as chef or physician,
But none is so low as a politician.
We vote to send them to D.C. to represent us,
But once they take office they start to resent us,
And retaining the job is their only ambition.
We've a two-party system, supposedly better than one,
But they're constantly bickering and little gets done.
Each session is rife with innuendo, and slander,
And pure diatribe, and, of course, gerrymander,
But when they vote to raise their pay, they pull as one.
Republicans and Democrats by name,
Self-promotion and duplicity their game.
What a politician says is proving
He's lying if his lips are moving,
But we elect them, so we've just ourselves to blame.
Trump soon will start his reign again, but here's the thing,
This country needs a leader, not a king.
Kamala mightn't have been much better,
But would've tried harder if we'd let her,
And she wouldn't treat the job as just a fling.
Now Republicans are thrilled because they won,
But the uphill fight for them has just begun.
What they seem to disremember,
All power to them is not surrendered.
No matter what they may propose,
The Dems will stubbornly oppose,
And they'll find themselves back where they were…
Square one…
And both Houses work the hardest
When they're getting nothing done.
This country needs a captain
Who can steer the ship of state.
Let's hope that…somehow…Trump will beat the odds
And not continue second rate.
For the next four years, I guess,
We'll have to bide our time and wait
For him to tweet us just exactly where he stands,
And that the country's in the very best of hands.
Who is the one that is able to see
what is now , happening to me
are you hearing what they say
as they walk God's loving way
I feel it won't change
it's always been the same
when I wake tomorrow
I will yet feel the pain
does anybody really care
I have yet to see
How can I ever learn
how that I should be
Books there are sharing
Lectures many on Love
but I have yet to find
a human tender as a dove
Hands as soft as velvet
Words as gentle as a stream
sensitivity to my feelings
that I've never seen
This is Gods forsaken land
the shallow depths , the heart of man
a babbling brook and empty store
provisions gone and stocked no more
Why hold we to theses concepts dear
when to men's hearts
they are not near
To some who seek these tenets
that belong this reality
the hope lies in the future
that change will come to be
written following slander
by those professing to
hold Truth dear......
I am so over it now
but my thinking that
those who profess to
follow Jesus need to
be more careful about
displaying what they
BELIEVE as God can
see us
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Take a step back and look what happened
13 years of crap they were yapping
Lived my worst fears life collapsed in
turned me ugly from attractive
I lost my job and social scene
I even quit the football team
Yet still they carried on so mean
actually wiping my whole life clean
I have nothing that I had then
Unemployed without a friend
I know I drive you around the bend
shouting victim over again
But people purposely targeted me
using job titles as authority
they were nasty shameless horrid
bomb my personal life now borrowed
They destroyed an actual being
characteristics I had diminished
years annoyed my head spinning
True Injustice refuse to finish
Never would i surrender
repressed visions
mental release
Breakdowns lift And I remember
Scenes I’d seen
with every piece
They lied to make me look bad
and hide through lies to save their ass
they were sacked but no one knows
and I can prove it I can show
They tell people I was sacked
but I wasn’t and that’s a fact
now we change up good and bad
they are stood where I always have
13 years of clear defeat
final whistle never blew
now I cheer as they are beat
it’s all over, I don’t lose
Now they are not a valid talker
no longer are they believed
stories causing friend to walk far
are friends that I will never need
A book of slander in my name
now life took this book away
Life has a meaning if you wake up from stupor
Procrastination will not help you achieve goal
days pass, years waste away, making you a loser
wake up before time takes a worst turn, death bells toll
When there was nothing there was God who created
A beautiful and pristine world for man to live
Be a vicegerent and protect the ill-treated
To be kind towards all to forget and forgive
Work to live, live to work is a motto well served
Stupor belongs to the Devil, fans his ego
Some rest after a day's hard work is well-deserved
Work without required sleep results in vertigo
So, wake up from ever deadly stupor my friend
Take up unfinished tasks to give meaning to life
It's never too late for an evil soul to mend
If not, words of evil and slander will be rife
Words cannot describe the amount of beauty you hide
Bangs that cover your glittering forehead
Eyes that reflect the moon holds a lot of mood
Lips that holds a lot of moisture melts in your mouth like desert
A face that is unique to your features
Girl you are the embodiment of a goddess
A woman that is not meant to be tamed
You have a wild heart that would never die
Deserving of praise when appealing to the eyes
Even royalty would have to bow when in your presence
An aura that shows you operate with standards
So for sure you won't stand for being slander
Flowers bloom when you are around and wilt when you're not
If a Caterpillar can become a beautiful butterfly you can be more amazing and fly
An ogre is seldom awakened by poetic lines
but he shakes his fists trying to slander others.
I laugh at his desperate attempts at writing.
Delighting in his flawed efforts at metaphors.
On all fours this ogre creeps around like a spider
Oh what distorted webs he dares to weave...
when he deceives those who do not know
his penchant for whining and absurd cries of wolf.
He aspires to climb to the peak of a mountain
but fails miserably with each witless haiku.
Do not fear in the false bravado of the daft beast,
but feast on his raves as he digs his own grave.
Imagery is lost among his gibberish blabber...
a rather nondescript description of such bluster.
His script is not clever, thought he thinks it is so.
He doesn't scare me or those who know... whatever
Inanity is the work of such a bootlicking fool...
a tool who yammers thinking he impresses others,
but a jester dances for those who seek a false throne.
Does that ring with a piffle of drivel to anyone but me?
When we were younger
Our hearts and hands had melded
And brightened up a world
Then in winter, came snowstorms
And lightning, to burn up our shelter
A dragon roaring proud
So we were dashed, were broken
A nasty scar formed upon the exit
And bleeds unto this day
Long after it was funny
Here I am still singing like we're together
It's nearly been three years
Now when we were younger
I felt just as strongly as I do now
That my love was the right choice
So you lash out, you slander
You're winning, or showing me the best
Do you feel like we do?
A cold bucket of water
Snaps me from my reverie
A long and pleasant dream comes to an end
My heart repeats its pounding
From nasty anxiety
It's like you never left this room at all
And through it all
Our rise and fall
We both think that we're correct
Or maybe we're just both projecting bright
To say you're wrong
Or say I'm wrong
Our love's curdled to anger
These effigies to what went wrong
It's all gone wrong
To you, I'm dead and gone and
To me, it's filled with longing
I can't really remember
What it was like long ago
This pounding in my chest feels like a dream
A living nightmare I once
Called my reality
A true return to form from years ago
It takes me back
And paints it black
And turns these fields to swamp
And any love I had has gone to rot
It's all gone wrong
The world is wrong
Such purity and lifelight
Has curdled into something wrong
This all feels wrong
It's been so very long and
Anxiety is strong and
You're showing the world the best
That you possibly can
Such is the way all of our old haunts work
So does it bother me when
I can only see that lie?
And fail to see foundations I once saw?
You're just presenting anger
Aimed to kill or maim
I don't think you really care which happens
You've only ever compared
Those you ever loved to those
Villains that you said tried to do you wrong
So what's the deal?
What do you feel?
Was anything for real?
Will you wreak this havoc upon the new guy?
What did it mean?
Was it a dream?
All those things we left behind
In order to witness another dawn?
To carry on
We'll carry on
Under penalty of perjury
I swear to you I'll carry on
I'll carry on
Even if these dreams haunt me forever
I swear to all, I'll carry on.
Why do I feel so unworthy of being
Don’t I deserve all of life that I’m seeing
Seeds that are planted in innocent soil
Offer a mindset so ready to spoil
Feeling unwanted, tormented by fear
Not good enough, so the message is clear
Different is not what the world will allow
Emptiness weighs more than most things somehow
Still, understanding can offer relief
How when so young, we can imprint belief
Knowing what’s wrong and what’s right I can shout
Still ghosts remain that will harbor such doubt
Why do I feel so unworthy of being
Questions I ask myself somehow are freeing
I know that I am a pillar of rock
Go ahead, ridicule, slander and mock