Today speaking to someone Holy and reverend
all the research I had done for many years
it was answered like speaking to God easing a burden
heart to heart we shared something deeply considered special
Many moons I have searched for answers knowing the truth
where there is no smoke without fire
It tells a tale to a soul searching by itself
the questions asked am I on the right road not judging but heeding the Words written by our doctors
Out of charity speaking in direction knowing sinful characters
how much Love does it take to speak from wisdom
so many have become shallow supporting evil ways
The blind always claim to be victims of condemnation
one thing for sure happiness is the peace of mind praying
The left will never be right when push comes to shove
satan has the power we give him over us
who wants to know the truth or keep living in the lie
denying the common good its rightful place
Tears
I started writing with a soft touch
So I promise I won’t cry again
There is no smoke without fire
So now is too late to moan
Cos I already set the last rose for you on fire
It flames reminds me to be myself again
Nothing is sweeter than a good woman
Life is longer with her presence
So I save my tears again in front of the broken mirrors
Cos I know
Better days are ahead
And for sure the sun will rise again
And a new rose will be born again
And my tears will be of Joy again.
If, as the saying goes,
'There's no smoke without fire,'
is it smarter to ignite a spark
(illumination causation)
than bedamn the dark,
and thereby induce a funeral pyre,
or, better yet, a safer bet,
to avoid gossip and accusations,
find the substantiated fact(s)
(true datum)
before you act
and land in sorry situations?
It's no joke, on soot you'll choke,
yet, on the greener side,
carry the torch for earth non-scorched
but best your light you hide,
(it may be life-transforming)
beneath an unburnt bush,
so as not to incur global warming.
The water was warm it must have been
The morning was cold it was early
The two collided and and there it was
smoke on the water rising
mysteriously
Vapor thin outlines levitating
With the dawn chorus applauding
Ecstatically
There is no smoke without fire
Here comes the sun little darling
It’s alright
A magician’s trick
Conjuring bliss from thin air
Or so it does seem
07-October-2020
I have been blind all my life,
metaphorically, my world full of strife.
I could not see what was going on,
but cries of help I hear all day long!
All I can do is listen to this planets pain,
to all who can see I ask, "Are you insane"?
wars, hate, discrimination, greed!
"Why", I ask, "What does it all achieve"?
I am told the world is dying,
there is no smoke without fire, or is someone lying?
The blind, no, not just me!
The whole world, why can't you see?
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NO SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE
i hear voices in there shadows
calling for help
i see lifes on the run
runing away from an evil force
it been too long this flames
of wars everywhere
the world is now covered
with shames and confusion
the good man now is been pushed
to an evil wall
everyone in despiration
in despiration to get a change
but
where comest our help if same still
controls all our life
what will change if same manipulation
still dont let us free
No smoke without fire,
Smoke to fight men fire,
None to fight smokers fire,
The smokers to fight cigarette fire,
Cigarette in face to face not in secret,
It's in fact a case brings regrets,
Smoking is like carrot to rabbits,
Days come to realize it isn't correct,
Our heart and soul born strict,
Our believes warning like a stick,
When some one picks smoking habit,
It becomes soon addict,
To decide and deliver his own verdict!
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