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The whispers of thoughts lay temporal often lay in one’s unconsciousness something that was left unsaid. Is it that one rather not reveal one’s true ulterior motives because fear of the outcome? Or is it by choice to wield one’s genuine self expression and avoid speaking freely and be misinterpreted of one’s freedom of one’s expression? How would one absorb one’s point of view and decipher one’s true intentions and one feeling undervalued or ashamed? Still something was left unsaid.
Mysteries and fortunes continues to reveal of good or ill fortunes bestowed upon of one beings. Should it be left unsaid which directions to take the mysteries lingers on like the sands in the hour glass if something left was unsaid.
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Trust
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Spin has tarnished my trust in others,
Few people do I trust,
And no business, bank or institution;
Everyone seeks a competitive advantage,
And is willing to tell half truths,
Or hold back information,
While spinning things to their advantage;
Telling you it’s for your betterment,
Most do what they can legally get away with.
The sooner you realize that the establishment
Does nothing for you,
There’s always an ulterior motive.
Each time I hear, “It’s for the good of the American people”
I cast a suspicious eye,
Spin has bequeathed to me
The death of trust,
A sad place to be;
Whoop whoop I'm in love with love
It's the only thing that really matters
Everything else goes on totally unabated
And can leave our mind in tatters
But uttering the word love to people
Most times they'll melt and blubber
They get flustered and turn a crimson red
Flounder like a ship with no rudder
It's a basic instinct with all living things
We think that we're superior
It's the common bond that unites us all
There's no real motive ulterior
The propagation of the whole human race
Is the basic reason for love
But it's evolved in us *****sapiens
To an act that is honoured above
© Jack Ellison 2013
Judas was a disciple and a kiss he did convey
to let the soldiers know whom to arrest that day
Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss that showed no love
as a kiss is an expression of love that mankind thought of
but why did Judas pick a kiss as the symbol for his bad act?
why did he choose this gesture of love as a part of his attack?
Judus was a Zealot and patience is not their forte
they wanted Jesus the Messiah to make His move right away
with an ulterior motive in mind Judus tried to force Jesus' mission
unable to see that it's about God's timing and it's always God's decision
yet some think that Judas was weak in his discipleship
as he was not one whom with Jesus had the closest relationship
as humans we are creatures of ambiguity we all have some bad and good
we all have the propensity to misbehave and act as Satan would
we all have a bad seed in us that if the Lord God does not pull out
will flourish over time and have us acting out
now when Judas kissed Jesus, Jesus acknowledged him as friend
but for thirty pieces of silver Judas sold Him out in the end
from weakness to wickedness but for God's saving grave
the Human race would not even exist in this place
Like David a man who the Lord God took to heart
for David never tried to justify the bad acts he did impart
now Jesus the Christ came to us as a living sacrifice
He was God's greatest symbol of the love that He had for human life
for God loved us so much that He sent His only begotten Son
who only had a love for us even after His dying was done
high on a cross at Calvary with His last breath
He asked Father God to forgive us for bringing about His death
we do bad things, we carry out acts of betrayal, evil and killing
the things that man has done to man be it accidental or willing
a kiss that showed no love was the gesture that Judas gave
but Jesus still had a love for him even after He arose from the grave
Don’t be sad over what you have lost,
Smile for what you had.
If you inflict pain in every memory,
Each memory then turns bad.
Just close your eyes and picture them,
Like the polaroid photo you had.
Imagine the same harelip smile,
plastered on that doll like face.
You can’t undo what had been done,
The hourglass would only be filled with tears.
Capture that feeling sitting on a pomegranate tree,
Sitting with a person who’s mouthed first word,
Embraced in it your name.
Ulterior motive “for you a thousand times over”,
The words remain.
Capture that same memory,
Feel it every day,
Forever in you that memory lives,
Forever it will stay.
Forgive those who had gone,
And those waiting to go.
For the one that mattered the most,
Left a piece of himself for you to hold.
An old nemesis approached,
under Hitler propaganda as disguise.
Or maybe it Was Karma an old friend; a vice.
For you a thousand times over,
loyalty to be proven not proclaimed,
But this time it was my turn,
To run the blue kite blade.
In the end it will not be the words of my enemies,
That I will remember,
But the silence of my brother; my friend.
Although I rewarded loyalty with distance,
But even broken crayons still colour the same.
Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day.
But there is an ache within my heart,
That never went away.
But it all fell in place with that one call
“There is a chance of being good again.”
Alas in the end however a king died a slave
crisp white uniform
like pure white ocean foam
his eyes navy blue
for he winked at the sea
his shoes polished squid-ink black
with superior shine
his medals proudly gleam
the Captain grins, wants to salute him
eagerly waits his turn
his fellow seaman — some like him
others hold the jealousy of Davy Jones Locker
but the women love him in droves
some with ulterior motives just to be a Navy wife
swooping necklines, netted stockings
long blond silky hair accost his senses
but on the long watches he serves her
the one he loves best — his country
so he trims his neckline, sharpens
the lines of his tailored pants
and protects the deck
day and night
History cried out at a heinous cost
'Twas when millions of Jews their lives had lost
Dead bodies in concentration camps filled
In the name of Anti-Semitism, killed
Pogroms, mass shootings to annihilate
Gas chambers and vans to asphyxiate
Germans, they thought they were superior
Slew the Jews with motives ulterior
Forced to work in extermination camps
Labour till death his sickle around tramps
God's chosen race fighting for every breath
Nazis became the harbingers of death
{The Holocaust, also known as the Shoah, was the World War II genocide of the European Jews. Between 1941 and 1945, across German-occupied Europe, Nazi Germany and its collaborators systematically murdered some six million Jews, around two-thirds of Europe's Jewish population. The murders were carried out in pogroms and mass shootings; by a policy of extermination through work in concentration camps; and in gas chambers and gas vans in German extermination camps, chiefly Auschwitz, Belzec, Chelmno, Majdanek, Sobibór, and Treblinka in occupied Poland}
09.19.2020
For William Kekaula's "A Historic Event" poetry contest
Go with the Flo, I've heard it said
Think I'm gonna give it a shot
What a sensual, passionate lady she is
Sure doesn't hide her plot
Always fires straight from the heart
Doesn't have ulterior motives
Whatever she's written is the way it is
No BS, no flowery emotive
Became attracted to her immediately
With her honest, up front style
Very appealing with no secret agenda
Maintaining her feminine guile
A gem to be sure here on Poetry Soup
A breath of fresh air to be sure
Just a wee poem to offer my friendship
As my silly humour she endures!
© Jack Ellison 2013
As my silly humour she endures!
It is not the ever sustaining heart of earth in which to confide,
for it brings forward all that is given into simple trust decide.
It is the soul of heaven which is the only trust and guaranteeing,
for it assimilates all in its own individual being.
To believe or not is the choice and freewill,
happiness is its own spirit being, seeking for itself to still.
Arguing and trying to prove the logic mysteries,
knowledge by ignorance claimed throughout histories.
Those who trying to prove their belief is superior,
to the faith of another does not know the ultimate ulterior.
Beliefs are part of freewill and in its perfection turns to faith,
great teachers and seers write about that aid.
The right to know the truth in the affairs of this world,
fighting for ever not seeing the total of life impearled.
The supreme existing law is that all is just and right,
not that one can proclaim it, but only to be understood to all might.
It is not evidence which gives belief,
it is all that above evidence is the true relief.
Culminating into the sustenance of spirit,
and nothing is anymore to fear it.
Kirsten tried to talk, but couldn’t find the words,
So Endicott nodded and continued to speak:
“When you’ve been in Hell for millions of years,
you’ll do just about anything to get yourself free.
“And when I escaped, and came to this town
one hundred sixty of your years ago,
I said to the Big Guy, if you let me stay here
my powers shall be yours to control!
“Then He accepted, and gave me my task:
to stay in this great city and keep track
of the powers infernal that prey on you all,
if nobody will stand up and fight back.
“But I didn’t know the whole of the deal,
and from the day I was granted my stay,
bit by bit the darkness that once fueled my life
the Big Man gradually stole away.
“My eyes ones always glowed red with hate,
and now I’m tired and utterly spent,
from summoning the strength of Hell below
to drive that mad ghost from my lady friend…
“I should’ve know, all the way back then,
that He had ulterior designs.
The true price asked: embracing the light,
leaving my dark predilictions behind.
“But my task is my task, and I must go on,
though it leaves me in more and more pain.
Until the day He asks of me no more,
and leaves me to play the old mortal game.”
With that he got up, walking on out,
Kirsten could not begin to understand.
For days she wondered, prayed, and mused
about things well beyond woman and man.
She went to his flat seven days later,
and found him three sheets to the wind.
She said,”I thank you for saving my life,
But I don’t even know where to begin!
“Demons walking the earth, working for God?
Ghosts of murderous men thought long dead?
Glowing eyes and infernal powers…
It’s just too much for one person’s head.
“So I’m leaving town, and not coming back,
and I don’t want you following me.”
Endicott nodded, answering her back:
“If that’s the way that it has to be.”
So Kirsten left, moving far out west.
Endicott continued on with his look-out.
For evil is not quiet, and rarely rests,
he knew he’d fight again, he had no doubt.
But the tragic thing is that he never did,
and his love Kirsten never would know,
that for the next fifty years Endicott aged
and not once more did his eyes ever glow…