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ON SECOND THOUGHT
(An Allegorical Summation)
Who would have wondered and ever thought
That Alexander Pope would be as relevant today
As he was in those treacherous times when he penned
Those keloid words: To err is human, to forgive divine:-
Wow, must we here in these treacherous times of today,
Have forgiveness for chosen, known, and erred realities,
Made by those establishing how they feel, and enforcing
How our lives should be? Guide us in the right way, God:-
In your guidance, Father, guide us in the forgiveness of self,
For succumbing to the syndrome manner, we let our oppressors
Psychologically inflict upon us, in its mental illness way, captivity;
Virally, causing us to destroy ourselves in a most pandemic way:-
With divine wisdom and guidance, let us now be as we ought:
One, with our eyes forever together, on God’s navigation;
One, in our sojourning oneness towards total liberation;
One indeed, in and of onederful service to one another:-
Indeed, to “err is human…[and]…to forgive…” is divine rendering;
And let us ever be aware that reconciliation precedes liberation:-
Thus, let us not wallow in sorrow; let us be in divine awareness
Of us becoming, in the onederful onement, of peace, and love:-
Misery's my masterpiece
I'm a Rembrandt of the blues
My bucket list, only consists
Of a pair of worn out shoes
Nashville spit me out
And that's a hard pill, to swallow
Much like my Backwoods
Bravado
My backwoods bravado
Helps me write these songs
It's also the reason
Why I'm still alone
I'm hard on myself
Because pride don't pay bills
And living helped me render
These skills
I like my twang with
A big side of whiskey
I'll take my heartbreak, with pain
It's all the same
But my backwoods bravado
Has kept me
From becoming
One of Nashville's greats
My backwoods bravado
Helps me write these songs
To often about hurt
And love that's gone wrong
I could wallow in pity
Or write it real strong
But my backwoods bravado
Lives on
The hills sing their song
From the breeze in the trees
And my backwoods bravado
Is like a disease
Wherever my heart goes
My life leads me
And my backwoods bravado
Just grieves
My backwoods bravado
Helps me write these songs
The truth's in the lie
That drags me along
Maybe someday should tradition
Come back along
My backwoods bravado
Can live on
Yes my backwoods bravado lives on
Set the table with festive cheer
for all our loved ones no longer here
Set them a plate and pour them a
Sherry
They would want us to celebrate, to be festive and merry
Don’t wallow in sorrow for they are not near
Turn to your memories and hold those dear
Don’t be downhearted for those departed
That’s not what they’d wish for or what they wanted.
Celebrate life, celebrate living,
Embrace each other and be forgiving
So as we celebrate Xmas together this year
Let’s raise our glasses to those not here.
Their spirit and memory is locked in our heart
And for that very reason never apart.
Don’t ever feel like you’re insignificant
Your life might not be what you hoped for
But your life might be an encouragement to others
When they look at your struggles
The ones you overcame and even those you are still battling
The resolve you have to continue
While dying inside
Might be your testimony
You might never realise what your gentle word
Or your genuine smile might mean;
It could end up being a deciding factor
In someone standing up again
After being brought down to their knees
Do not stare blindly at your battles
Do not wallow in that pit which seems so deep right now
Even those moments will dim
In comparison to where you end up
Journey on -
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Don't "dis" an old person for complaining of what ails them, for taking too much time or when toilet paper trails them. Don't "dis" an old person when their fingers are sticky from eating too much chocolate or when their breath is icky. Don't "dis" an old person for the way they dress, it may not be in season but their doing their best.Don't "dis" an old person for finishing your sentences, or always cutting corners to curb their expenses. Don't "dis" an old person. Please try not to offend, for they'll wallow in that memory and not accept amends. Don't "dis" an old person when their stuck in the past. They have a limited future and they know their days won't last. Don't "dis" an old person when their memories incorrect. They've weathered many of life's storms, so show them your respect. Don't "dis" an old person for perhaps some day soon, you will be that old person and will sing a different tune.
Why do you love me...
she asks with purple pause on her breath
and lips anxious for that all consuming kiss of truth...
I love you because my heart can only speak your name
my mouth can't move without your sensual song,
in my mind you are the Mistress of romantic secrets
on my body I feel the marks of your dominance,
in my dreams I see the ageless Goddess you are to me
that girl of limitless promise,
in you I see the best beauty of my Mother
her perseverance and protection of love,
I love you steadfastly
because your I.Q. stands for Incomparable Queen,
I love you religiously
because you are my ideal woman
wild...demanding...giving...punishing
you won't allow me to wallow in false satisfaction,
refusing to let me stray into helpless heartbeats,
I know that I love you because I cannot say Goodbye...
I ask you with grateful pride,
Why do you love me...
with pleasure poised on an open smile you say...
I love you because you have the touch of an angel...
J.A.B.
"I WILL ALWAYS THANK THE LORD, I WILL NEVER STOP PRAISING HIM"
Can a simple "Thank You" ever repay what he did from that Limb?
His merciful love carries me through all of my strife,
He has won for us His eternal life.
"I PRAYED TO THE LORD AND HE ANSWERED, HE FREED ME FROM ALL MY FEARS"
Now I can only wallow in the flood of my tears.
I have been unworthy, selfish, and sinful in His eyes,
Yet he heard me from the depth of my cries.
"...HE SAVES THOSE WHO HAVE LOST ALL HOPE"
He reaches down with His arms, my soul to envelop.
His glory and mercy lasts forever for you and me,
From never was to ever more, His grace will always be.
written: 1/14/16
Staring with swollen eyes from a park bench,
he lights up a joint as puffs turn into smoke,
and with breath smelling of Johnny Walker,
and a face so dirty, it attracts an onlooker
who shouts, " Pity yourself, nobody cares! "
He laughs at him if he were telling a crazy joke,
" With a fat belly like that you seem a teddy bear! "
the drunken guy fight back emitting a belch.
This October afternoon is quite chilly,
some folks stroll and drink coffee,
the Hot Dog stand resembles a chimney
as the hungry man drools smelling beef,
but all is wants is more whiskey
not to feel rejected and wallow in grief.
“There’s many grieving hearted find healing
When someone's repentance is revealing.”
Do not worry regarding yesterday
There's always tomorrow, another day
Best to chase negative thoughts from your head
Things you truly regret doing or said.
Hearts are so easily broken and bruised
Beware when knowing you're in a foul mood
Stop a while and inhale a few deep breaths
Avoid angry words and any upset.
We're only human, have all made mistakes
Repent in your heart and do it in hast
Always apologise if you do wrong
No burning bridges, leaving things too long.
Express regret when the action is due
It'll benefit them, same as it will you
Sorry may be only a little word
To some it's the biggest word in the world.
Render a warm hug with words that are sweet
Much nicer than let someone suffer grief
Life's too precious to wallow in sorrow
Rejoice, rejoice for here comes tomorrow.
~ ~
If I were to write to my sixteen-year self
And pass on sagacious advice,
The first thing I’d say is to worry much less,
For stressing out comes with a price.
And problems when young hardly count much at all –
I would cry for a slight or a zit.
Imagine not making the cheerleader squad –
Just the thought would get me in a snit.
Yet how could I know, at the age of sixteen,
All the heartache and sorrow in store?
Would there be any gain in alarming that girl
Who knew nothing of horror or war?
Who, oblivious, never’d encountered disease
Or the pain of decisions gone wrong?
To that knowledge, she couldn’t begin to relate –
Such awareness just wouldn’t belong.
So to sixteen-year me, what I’d pass on is this –
All your problems should not make you fret;
For the future is waiting and you’ll be surprised
How such worries you’ll quickly forget.
Embrace opportunities – make your mistakes
And follow the path to the truth.
I’d let my young self wallow in the mundane,
For that is the province of youth.
December 21, 2012
For David Williams' "Hello/Goodbye Contest"