I had a surge to walk in the rainstorm
It made me so happy and very warm
Yet so cold with its drops of rainfall
It gets so cold after a while after a fall
I get up and try my best to be nice
God has a reason for us to pay a price
Whether we do right or wrong…
I’ll be writing this book of a song…
I had a surge to walk in the rainstorm
It made me so happy and very warm
Yet so cold with its drops of rainfall
It gets so cold after a while after a fall
I had a surge of energy honestly
That sets me apart from others
Who cares what others think clearly?
My future blurs and my mind truly spurs
I had a surge to walk in the rainstorm
It made me so happy and very warm
Yet so cold with its drops of rainfall
It gets so cold after a while after a fall
I must endure the pain
It shatters me away
I must drift away from the dust,
Blowing around us today…
The rainstorm in my mind is brewing
Undo the hatred you put me through
I won’t cry, I won’t die, I won’t deny you as you take wing
ONE HIT OF ME AND YOUR FOREVER CHASING THAT
SOLD YOUR SOUL FOR A FEELING, NOW YOU WANNA BUY IT BACK
HERE'S A LONG STORY SHORT BOUT A DRUG NAMED CRACK
SEE THAT SOUL YOU SOLD WASN'T YOURS TO SELL
GOOD THING FOR YOU GOD ALWAYS PREVAILS
BUT YOU WONT GET OFF THAT EASY, YOU MUST STILL PAY A PRICE.
IT DON'T COST MONEY BUT YOU HAVE TO GIVE YOUR LIFE
ITS DOUBLE WHAT YOU SOLD
AND YOU MUST REAP WHAT YOU SOWED
PAY YOUR DEBT TO SOCIETY AND SETTLE ALL YOUR DRAMA
AIN'T NO DODGING THIS SOME CALL HER KARMA.
NOW HIT YOUR KNEES, TIME TO REPENT
PRAYERS GO UP BLESSINGS GET SENT.
REPLACE THE THOUGHT WITH LOVE, THAT'S MENTAL EQUIVALENT
FINALLY YOUR FREE AND AIN'T NO COMING BACK
REMEMBER GOD IS THE STRONGEST AND AFTER HIM IS CRACK
I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
My feet touches the bottom land
As my feeling start to quiver damn
Scratching those toes on silty sand
In the hope I can find a clam.
Fortune pay a price in waiting
Inch by inch I'm starting to find
Boulders of clam in seabed setting
Excitement painting my mind.
Labor showing enthusiasm I confess
A hungry belly want to cook an obsess
All in all a happy one sack we possess
A laborious day harvest of clam a success.
A poet’s pen of wicked artifice,
it is so heavy and so eclectic;
The writer’s creativity’s heavy,
tricksy to be inflamed so luminous;
Too many dollar bills to pay a price
I carry this burden like a fire-stick;
Striking harshly as it is meant to be,
smoke inhalation can be dangerous;
I suppose breathing is the sacrifice
to take abstract and mix in prolific;
Glittery concoction becomes deadly,
thus the nature of the magnanimous;
Crossfaded heart deciphering metric,
the unconventional flow hits wavy;
A fixed compass on wicked artifice.
Purposefully put together
Piled up piece by piece
Donning my suit of armor
Thought it provided peace
Polished exterior portrayed
That I had it all figured out
Buttoned up from head to toe
Yeah that’s what I’m about
Pay a price to put on a show
As the projecting takes a toll
Time to lay down my shield
To start tuning into my soul
Looking inward can reveal
Kinks in the armor are alright
Using them to our advantage
Since they let in the light
Illuminating what was hidden
Revealing spots that were blind
Done with depicting an image
Choosing to live life by design
Seeing through clear eyes now
Guiding me to let down my guard
Defenses have been dismantled
My heart no longer behind bars
Captivated by her lustful eyes as if her beauty lets off the song of a siren, little did I know what came next would be my demise, had I known i'd of gone into hidin.
she gobbled my heart like it was bite-size, in other words without even tryin,
should've known I'd pay a price for the prize, ended my world back in 2012 with the mayans.
Lied with every word similar to a car enterprise, I held her down but when it came to me gravity was defyin.
Oh how quickly it occurred she's a deadly device, for me to go another round my hearts shutters she'd have to be pryin
like a cauldron the witch constantly stirred, she's fairly precise and her love potion might result in you dyin...
7th October, 2023. Israel.
“Shabbat Mourning”
the War commenced
with morning, rudely awakened,
unrest.
some say,
it has arrived,
the biblical Apocalypse.
some say,
not war, just another
haggling loose rabble skirmish.
Hamas
says,
“God is Great!”
Netanyahu
says,
“we are at War!
And we will
win
this War!”
everything over
before begun;
Winter is coming
harsher than
before
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Our enemy will pay a price the type of which it has never known,” Netanyahu said in a video statement.
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
Advice may entice
But be sure to think twice
For by following it, you surrender
Your instinct, a vice
For which you’ll pay a price –
Disappointment might be what you render.
They mean well, those who sell
You a thought parallel
To the one that your brain seems to favor;
Still, that shouldn’t compel
You to therefore expel
From your mind any choice you may savor.
Even though you say no
To advice that’s gung-ho,
You stay true to your gut and its feeling,
For by not yelling “Whoa!”
You’ll get caught in the flow
With results that might be unappealing.
Trees weep when I write
knowing they pay a price
for each word, each line
each crumpled thought.
They cry as pencils,
worn to nub-like points
are cursed and banished.
Recycle barrels are not impressed
for racoons do not read poetry
fail to grasp the metaphor
of transient words
the alliteration of rhythms drumbeat
nor does the alley cat
serenade the windowed house cat.
An itinerant wind
may carry my poetry
crumpled in its pocket,
drop it somewhere
and by chance
a passerby take a peek.
And knowing this
I still write to sate
the insatiable appetites
of a guileless muse
for she knows not of the trees
or the oceans
lest I explore them for her
with her, because of her.
For we are lovers
of places only we can go
feelings only we can share
moments spent alone
exploring the blank pages
of poetic wondering.
John G. Lawless
©3/3/2020
I always try to think the best of people
Believe their intentions are genuine and true
Though today I’m questioning sincerity
Are hidden agendas behind what they say and do?
I am of a gullible nature ,soft hearted as well
Easily drawn in by friendly and nice
Never contemplating an insincere reason
Or that I would have to pay a price!
I get terribly disappointed in mankind
When insincerity slaps me in the face
By inauthentic ,selfish humans
“Who wound” leaving no visible trace!
For once, a life free from despair.
Fake people acting like they care.
But, yet they are never there.
I gave up on the fake, and lost hope for the real.
Some kill over a deal.
No one cares how you feel.
So many dying, over a pill.
Stay on your toes.
Never trust those hoes.
Keep the powder out of your nose.
It is what it is, that's just way it goes.
Keep pushing, don't fall behind. Stay on the grind. Be careful not to loose
your mind.
Never think twice. Don't ask for advice. And if your nice, you may have to
pay a price.
Read between the lines, Prepare for the end of times.
Look out for the warning signs.
Be you, Be true. You'll figure out what to do.
Life is too short to be sad and blue.
Be careful what you say. Try to stay, in today.
Don't let nothing get in your way.
Trust no one, and forgive yourself.
Don't be afraid to ask for help.
Everyone has a story to tell.
It's time to come out of your shell.
Last thoughts of anyone we cannot know
unless they voice those thoughts, which would be nice -
to hear their love expressed as they let go . . .
Unfortunate are those who pay a price
for years misspent! Regret they surely feel
to see no loved ones gathered round their bed.
Imagine letting go - heart filled with zeal
because it was a decent life you led!
I think last thoughts can be of joy and grace,
for some pass on with a smile on their face!
April 29, 2021
They did not know
Who she was
Until a lion showed itself
And a leopard came
Stumbling in
Not to end there
Oooh, there is more
Wait for it
I have not finished yet
The neglect she felt
Do not even go there
The unappreciated she endured
Do not even start
The tears will flow from her eyes
They did not know
That she was living her life
Until the tears dried up
And the focus was produced
What a purpose?
She had to pay a price for
Oooh, she has come out
Cleanse your souls
I have come, The Sanusi
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