The grass seems greener on the other side, so we sometimes forget that the Lord will provide. We step away from the safety we receive so we step into danger and then we start to grieve. The wolf hides among us and we naively don't see the snare, until we're caught up in the unknown trap, with no help anywhere. We're blessed to have a Shepard to leave the flock behind and go searching for the lost ones to rejoin the ninety-nine. Sometimes each of us stumbles and sometimes each of us strays, but our Shepard is a faithful one and seeks us out always. The grass seems oh so pleasant when we are not satisfied, when we're carried away by stubbornness and blinded by our pride. But the grass is never as good as we think, for it is all the same, and looks can be deceiving, it's part of life's cruel game. So let's stick close to our Shepard, contented and not stressed. We'll lie down in peace and comfort and in safety we will rest.
I drift off to slumber only to receive a warning.
An alert to impending danger.
The one who is evil and,
Aims to turn your soul black.
Beware of the one with hair of fire and,
The voice of an angel.
Watch out for her piercing black eyes.
Yet, all will hear that her heart and soul are pure.
The message is clear,
Looks can be deceiving,
You must search within your,
Heart and look into her soul.
You will notice the kind smile and,
The black will disappear.
The devil invades our dreams,
Giving us false messages.
Those that are pure of heart,
Will never be seen as evil.
The eyes are the doorway into the soul.
This is what you must remember.
What's inside matters did your mother ever know,
Did she raise a species of man to believe In others,
As attitude quite shows,
In depth research displays true nature,
You have decency I can see,
Looks can be deceiving aren't we,
I see you gander in ways that I can't be seen,
And also pay attention because what I am is not mean,
Maybe it's for protection like an outer shell,
Like what family does to one socially,
Oh well,
We can say we tried but all must know,
Did you really become yourself,
Or did we let a monster just grow?
Deceit is carefully painted
by how the painter holds their brush
Arrogance will be their downfall
and their ego will be crushed
Hate is driven by jealousy
as they covet thy neighbor’s goods
Quick retreat is shown to all
as they scatter deep into the woods
Many ignore the rules of engagement
as they cast bricks, more lies and stones
They threaten our way of life
a new path they must be shown
The canvas displays their intentions
whether they’re peaceful or whether they’re not
Looks can be deceiving with a skillful painter’s touch
beware of all the colors and the image that they’ve wrought
My flower lies within, a sight that few have seen.
Protected and hidden by sharp thorns and leaves of green.
An innocence ripped away at a very early age.
My flower's locked away in a cold and lonely cage.
Pain and loneliness now partnered with a lost child’s soul.
A broken heart now pleading to once again be whole.
Looks can be deceiving a flower hidden forever be.
Most will see just thorns never looking in to truly see.
It dwells within the darkness overlooked and locked away.
Living without light, in my dreams it does gently sway.
Maybe the day will come when my hidden cage is found.
I hope true love’s key will set me free from the pain that surrounds.
This land has many flowers some of their beauty is hard to see.
Many eyes and many beholders, from sea to shining sea.
Beauty is seen by all, but noticed by just a few.
Stop and smell the roses, may their beauty see you through.
*The Flower, The Thorn or Both Poetry Contest*
7-7-20
As I watched her perch upon a flower then quickly flutter by
I was reminded of the lessons I have learned from watching butterflies.
I’ve learned that change is not a bad thing…butterflies have taught me this
for every day we are alive is a metamorphosis.
I’ve learned that looks can be deceiving…for butterflies silently shout
how there is beauty inside each of us just waiting to get out.
I’ve learned there must be a higher power…
as I’ve watched butterflies who’ve found a way
to pause every now and then, to fold their wings and pray.
Butterflies have taught me time is short…
which means from the moment our wings unfurl…
we should do our best…to add beauty to the world.
Finally butterflies have taught me to find wonder in the tiniest of things
for what else is a butterfly but a flower that’s grown wings.
I will never stop watching butterflies…to them I shall always return…
for they have so much more to teach…and I…so much more to learn.
this boy -
he is mythology
he is the pomegranate sitting in persephone's
palm -
(looks can be deceiving)
this boy -
he is a mirror
can show medusa what heaven really is -
how pain really feels
but medusa never looks
this boy in the sun -
he is the smoking gun
in the death of icarus;
he is the crime scene in the middle of the ocean
this boy -
this boy is murder
he is cain holding a blade to abel's throat,
holding a mirror up to medusa,
force-feeding a pomegranate to persephone
this boy cuts the snakes off medusa's head
and makes snake-skin boots;
plucks the melted feathers from icarus'
cold hands and makes a throw pillow
this boy is murder when he wants to be;
this boy is murder when he needs to be
My dearest you
I know I brought you nothing but pain and sorrow
Sleepless nights accompanied by a wet pillow
How you smiled and yet with tears in your eyes
When I screamed you the one for me
You gave me your heart and I took it
With no intentions of returning it
You gave me your body
I enjoyed every minute of it
My smile made you blush
My words made you melt
My eye convinced you it was all true
Yes I played you for a fool and that is true
I know I brought you nothing but pain and sorrow
Sleepless nights accompanied by a wet pillow
My intentions were never pure
Like a well written script
It was all for show
I left you with nothing but sad memories and hole in your chest
For I have your heart in my treasure chest
All that is left is your soul
My intentions were never pure
My intentions were never good
You fell for a well written script
Only meant for show
My dearest you
Actions speak louder than words
Looks can be deceiving
Never forget these words
~Mash Rams
Men
They seem to think my heart is broken,
But they forget that you can't fix what's not broken.
Men
they seem to think I'm lonely,
But they forget that a princess of a king is never lonely.
Men
They seem to think I'm naïve,
But they forget that looks can be deceiving.
Men
They seem to think that they caught on before me,
But I've caught myself before I caught me.
Men, Men, Men, the beauty of Men.
It never hurts to show kindness.
to whom ever it may be.
Vision life in their own eyes.
all the good and the bad they
see.
Different realities in their own
ways.
no one knows about each other.
From the good and bad days.
Give a smile to a stranger and
you may get one in return.
Don't judge everyone's different
lives.
respect is something we all need
to learn.
It never hurts to show kindness &
really look in a persons heart.
Looks can be deceiving but a smile
given can be the first start.
Silver tounge devil
You master of arts
Making promises of forever
Than ripping out hearts
You're a snake in the grass
Laying ready to strike
Looks can be deceiving
You're as deadly as your bite
Eyes from the Heavens
Body of a God
My life was perfect
Until you came along
A force to be reconed with
Leaving chaos in your path
You're a tsunami of lies
In which everyone drowns
You're day has come
You've met your match
Today is the day
I'm taking my heart back
Walking down the sea shores
Gazing at wondrous God’s creation
Amused by the noise made by waves
And enjoying the spit by rolling waves
I blinked twice for conviction
I couldn’t believe my eyes
The adage says “looks can be deceiving”
Can the angel be evil?
Your glittering chocolate skin
And dripping diamonds all over your body
Were too bright for my eyes to handle
Your beauty is beyond immaculate
For a moment I went blank and out of words
Silenced by your perfect African beauty
I thought such beauty exist only in fictions
I wanted to complement but I tripped over my tongue
Like your favorite book index
I hope that my actions will guide you to the pages of my heart
That discusses what is in store for you
Only if we can meet again
All my life I’ve been rehearsing
Penning every word that describe you
Hopping I’ll overcome my stammer
I hope for a second chance with you
Yesterday I found a tear stained love letter All the promises how it all would be better
My eyes are very clear and dry now
Troubles of then are troubles of now
Seemed so long ago those days surreal
So I found a letter of tear stained love unsealed Far back in the recesses of my broken heart
Away from the lock and key emotions restart
Now tears flowing growing from a fruitful life
It was not meant that you were to be my wife
Looks can be deceiving giving the benefit of the doubt
As to set it free if it returns it's yours it never was it turns out
Though as cliche as the love crying in the rain
They're with me even today just memories unlike you
Here to stay is another keeping promises away from the blue
To see the tears of joy streaming down my face
Stay awhile witness the arms of a loving embrace
Oh I found a tear stained love letter
I think it is from you trying to make things better
Believe me it was kept all this time with care
In the locket of my heart to one day share
Yesterday I found a letter of tear stained love
I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain
The wind blowing but I couldn't
prove it
The earth spinning but I could
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no
wings
The words alone could not
speak
The gauge could measure but
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not
rain
The valley moves not yet isn't
lame, and a deck of cards can't
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste
the meat
And a drum can never hear a
beat
yet a broken heart can keep on
beating
Fall leafs can fall without
leaving
But can you cry without your
tears?
Can time go by and not make
years?
Can you lose your mind and
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel
pain?
And a tree can't cry in pouring
rain
But looks can be deceiving and
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman
crying in the rain, and the tree
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really
real?
You cannot trust someone
Until you have complete faith
You have to know them
Inside and out
Looks can be deceiving
Your mind keeps triggering
You think you really know someone
Until they stab you in the back
They laugh and judge
Strip away your innocence
Your tolerance decreases
Loss of control and peace
You feel cheated
You feel weak
Incredibly hopeless
Struggling, gasping for air
But what do you do
When a fool plays a trick on you?
You cannot help yourself
Sumoned by the devil
You take it out
On anything in sight
You throw a punch
With all of your might
You beg and you plea
Without a care in the world
You cry and you scream
Then you suddenly stop
And begin to crave
That bitter sweet taste
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