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Your face at my success,
said I did not deserve it,
then you would express,
It was only worthless,
all I think is are you thick
cus if you’re not you’re evil
treating me the opposite
to all the other people
You just wanted me to be
the way you wanted me to be
success outside your vision
doesn’t exist and therefore isn’t
So you take my self belief
my confidence in pieces
ambitious drive deceased
why win when it’s defeatist
Quick to punish
discouragement
Treat me rubbish
I’m different
I was always useless
couldn’t do anything
I lie and make excuses
make yourself a victim
You can call it a mother’s nature
all it caused was bloody hatred
Never nurtured just berated
Now our lives have separated
I’ll only have one mother
thank god I don’t have two
All she caused was suffering
and now it’s all she’ll do
my life it took a turn
some one was talking
each week when shopping
i got a cancer scare
never said nothing
80 per cent chance
thank god
who cured me
my mother refused to leave my side
she knew with this looming
i just did not care
my fiance dumped me
whilst i was going to hospital
my mother knew this
i had given up in life
god knows i tried so hard
now i felt completely worthless
all i ever did was love someone
her knowing what i was going through
done it like this
it was like i was stabbed in the pain
within the head i dropped to my knees
and roared to the heavens why do this to me
all i ever done was love someone
i gave my everything
helped you rear your kids
you gave me one cruel end
thats another story
i have written about
she had an affair with her boss
forgot about everyone
but her self
not ever talking thats how it ended for me
she kept asking me down to talk
each time she lied
caught out as her brother phoned
saying his sister my partner is having an affair
even the kids knew about before me
i lost everything
now i stand at the crossroads
i will write the story
of the beautiful angel who helped me out
her heart it touched me
but sorry with love i was in hell
didn't want to burden anyone
as the shoulders were laden so heavy
with internal pain in betrayal
not wishing it on anyone
this beautiful angel was a young girl
half my age said to me once
in the time in question my head all over the place
tortured deep within love confused what did i do wrong
she came walking up to me smiling
i was smiling back as i was pleased to see her
she put her lips to mines
saying that she loved me
to be continued in angel two
The Next Hitler
The next Hitler will execute the world’s masses,
Using costly powerful pharmaceuticals;
Feel-good grenades that bring euphoric explosions.
Metal bombs and bullets belong to a former age,
An old-school time when murder was expensive.
Whereas confining thousands of prisoners in camps,
Well, that is certainly not cost-effective either.
Food to feed these worthless ones
Requires a fortune in gold.
Best to leave the stressed masses alone,
Let them work for pitiful wages.
Let them toil and suffer as animals in barren times.
We will sit back and watch, and wait,
As they slide into addiction’s vagina,
Unable to think, move or breathe.
Refrain
O Lord your name is excellent,
Is excellent, is excellent.
O Lord your name is excellent
I lift your name on high.
Your glory fills the firmament,
and Your excellence fills the earth.
In heaven above, Your glory shines.
Your works declare Your might.
Refrain
Compared to you, your enemies,
Are worthless chaff, and empty bags.
You still them with the strength of babes,
No power can defeat you.
Refrain
When I behold the heavens above,
The moon and stars You have made.
My mind is turned to pondering,
Why You give any heed to man?
Refrain
You made man to have dominion,
Over the works of your hand.
All things are under his feet of clay,
But you created them all.
O Lord Your name is excellent,
Is excellent, is excellent.
O Lord Your name is excellent,
I lift Your name on high.
I’m a modern Native American
Recalling with pride
Our mighty Indian Nations
Before the attempted Genocide.
The tide of invaders that
Washed across these lands
With conquest in their hearts
And guns in their hands.
They said we were savages
They just didn’t understand
We lived in harmony with nature
Loved and respected our land.
They came to our campfires
Took the Pipe of Peace to smoke
Gave us their worthless treaties
Which they just as casually broke..
They killed us with their weapons
Gave us their strange diseases
Gave our warriors firewater
Behaved just as they pleased,
Then they took the remnants
Of our once proud nations
And herded them to the misery of
The confines of the reservations.
Thinking of the degradation
Of those many wasted years,
Thinking of the shame,
The millions of unshed tears.
Somehow we few survived
Against all the many odds
Perhaps blessed by Manitou
Our life force God of all Gods.
I’m a modern Native American
And we’re regaining our pride
Proud of those once mighty nations
Before the attempted Genocide.
Whatever the untold reason,
I despite being the lonely guy;
unspoken dreams
laid in that solitary world so dark,
but they wouldn't easily die
to bring me the hardest heartbreak
as I was hiding among
the ruins of dead memories:
like pearls laying
on the depts of the ocean!
Bitter are the empty words
that come out of a heart
as sad as mine...
not realizing the tremendous loss
and the desire to get it back!
Longer and endless
will seem this night
when my hand reaches for yours...
Whatever the untold reason,
I despite being the lonely guy;
jealous guys end up
with empty hands and arms...
trying the figure out
how much cheating went on;
instead of loving that pretty lady...
to stop living that lie!
I seemed to have lived a worthless life,
knowing exactly when I'd lose belief;
in the mist of mixed-up emotions,
doubts will play the wrong part,
and make you fall apart!
We have taken up arms
Against what has been rejected
Inoculated ideology
To prevent perfection from being infected
All energies focused on creating
A world promised, yet not attained
Hiding sins and transgressions
By jailing the saints
Cycle after cycle set to repeat
Medal adhered, firmly, to the feet
Ride on, brother and sister
....ride on
But try to make it count
Reason every season
Walk the talk
To reveal what LIFE is all about
Outside, in depth
Everywhere you go
Exposing or hiding
Someone will always know
....secrets
It is the fear of what will be
That holds the power of what we see
...as true
Perception of self, destroyed
Identity, armed and deployed
...as worthless
So tired of the fight
Just wanting to be known, in life
Fully embraced and accepted
Judgment pulls the lure
Invites and adjures
To idealize the perfected
....idol
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-04-2023
Fires ablaze within his abated eyes,
A smile concealing all his lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehemet covet to end his pain,
This silver blade stays by his side,
Because all hope inside has died.
As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The Devil toys with all his flaws,
helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child he must address.
I'm tempted when he calls his name,
A way out, an escape an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood he must seal.
They'll say he died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade or pills,
That broke his soul and gave him chills.
He died inside to long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.
In darkness he wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around him has grown.
He beckon the Devil with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him with the blood of my arm.
Precious Jesus
Eternal Farther
Almighty God
Reedeming
Love
matthew 13
The Parables of the Hidden Treasure and the Pearl
44 The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man
found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and
bought that field
]Again the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls When
he found one of great value he went away and sold everything he had and
bought it
phillipians 3
7 to 10 I once thought these things were valuable but now I consider them
worthless because of what Christ has done. Yes everything else is worthless
when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord For his
sake I have discarded everything else counting it all as garbage so that I could
gain Christ and become one with him. I no longer count on my own
righteousness through obeying the law rather I become righteous through
faith in Christ For God’s way of making us right with himself depends on faith
I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from
the dead
Mustafa - The unforgotten Saga
The betrayal had already begun;
The spells of an unwavering bond.
Ruptured has the membrane of fatherhood
Worthless, like blinded ‘Phthonus’ or ‘Laius’.
The destiny has carved the trap like a layman,
In my brimming youth that awaits to conquer.
Looked upon I am by my children and wives,
Did not heed to the web strengthened with steel and ‘brain’.
Doubtless was I on the future of my land,
Dreaming of my plans and expeditions.
A growing world beyond the territories that exist
A cradle I made for the future world.
I am not an offender, nor a victim
But a martyr, as, a peril for them.
The throne was wavering in ‘His’ last years
For a new era of women for good they say.
Known is the nobility for the desires and predatory.
It is never a choice but a mishap.
The scepter and the crown stained with blood and tears,
Alas! I have to beat the race with no mercy.
It is a promise and shield to my mother
It is a haven and heaven to the harem.
A stability that prospers the land,
A console and dream for the working lot.
The iron daggers and swords were worthless
But the cold eyes that were unbothered
Realizing the power and ambition in them
Dead I am already, succumbed to the ‘fate’.
Bleeding are my wounds ensuing a terrible battle,
The mind, the body and the soul couldn’t linger.
The sourness and salty tears that defeated me-
The thought of an ending stage of conspiracy.
Tore my heart apart the pain that was induced
My father – Suleiman the magnificent, my own father
Executing the plan in hostile was he, on his own dream.
The burrows that were dug can’t burry,
The hope and the love I had seeded.
The sharp lamenting cries and the prayers I heard,
Paved the path and open the gates of ‘Jannah’ for me.
Sandhya T.P.