Myth of Forgiveness
a self-righteous illusion
a stepping-stone on the path of love and truth
Apology is judging
judging as not being a part of divine order
judging oneself and another
whatever people apologizes for
a guarantee to perpetuate
things will keep repeating
Forgiveness
put someone down
make someone wrong
presume to judge and pardon
things will keep repeating
Transcend Forgiveness---
Thank you for giving me this experience
victim no longer
just lesson in love
Forgiveness is a self-righteous illusion
Go beyond forgiveness
Be present with What-Is
Everything serves
Serve well as a Light
There is nothing to forgive
another myth
Truth Requires No Forgiveness
Hurt no more
Inspired by a moving storyline. May our prayers and beliefs guide our lives and life purpose. Life can be challenging. But love, hope and faith are powerful beyond human understanding. Stay blessed and take care.
Like a prayer
By Michelle Morris
22/07/2023
Like a prayer to the Lord
In supplication I bow my head
So many thoughts in my mind
I'm trying to pacify the dread
Every day is another struggle
To embrace Fate and Destiny's collision
Observing in slow motion
But impossible to prevent its friction
Talking to God and His Angels
Answers to questions being asked
They want me to be strong
Not accept any defeat or harm
We cannot presume to know
What the Universe ultimately desires
We must valiantly play our part
And focus on our learning spirals
Like a prayer we speak to Heaven
Powerful and eternal lessons entwine
May we be blessed for evermore
Experiencing our divinity through time
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Poseidon was a god who loved to Dream;
he, unlike his older brother Hades, and younger Brother Hesus,
began to dream of the World of Oblivion
With his head held high and his bra strap held over his chest,
he would imagine and dream of mermen living under the Sea.
His pores would flatten and his pro maculate discord would ripen
He was, as I would believe, a Vestal Virgin whore, as he masturbates
with those who presume to know him from every angle like his brother, Hesus (Zeus') possession of the mythological, Gandymede and Osiris.
Oh, how many bottomless pits of the ocean did he fathom, did he fathom
Did he uproot, did he uproot?
Forecoming doom is just a hoax or just real? it can’t be? the Forecoming doom? there are mountains blocking it’s way how is it so? The nightmare of some , the joy of others, storm trackers will be amazed how it go down forecoming doom the state ,the city never thought it would be touch even the grizzly ghouls from every tomb would Shuckin by they’re core see the wind spin around and around like a merry-go-around a black cloud turning the day sky into nighttime this place will go up and down with dust and go out in lust the Forecoming doom please presume to be informed this place is in lost take cover and be strong for those you love hide and run. the forecoming doom this not a drill you will hear screams and yelps see people take cover spot it and seek cover
A saucy boy, a scuffle & kerfuffle
A hankering girl
with many a desperate dream;
angst so easily ruffled.
Green the beaming callow face.
The fairest maid so winsome now
sees also a
fading fall from grace.
One and all stumble over
many a pimple and spot
(those windows to the soul},
clearly revealing an inner grot.
Lads and their closeted wagging
an unwanted chastity raging.
Cupid smiles upon their childish gush;
their race to puberty
one deeply pulsing rush.
Merry the mighty vows they break.
travelers for the journeys sake.
Pilgrims are they all, and when they reach,
our age they presume to teach
for they have captured our minds
and they will use those minds against us.
It was ever thus.
Ahhhh a fine choice indeed
I see Sir is blessed
With exemplary exquisite taste
Given the many choices at your
disposal on the menu
May I presume to make a suggestion
of a side dish that will accompany
your main
Perhaps some soap to wash the bitter
taste out of your mouth after with
Because otherwise how will anyone
be able to tell to the difference
Between that which comes out of
your backside or your mouth
Because they to the untrained
uninitiated appear the same no
different at all
Two sides of the same coins 1 head
1 tail
The difference of who you were to me then
to who you are now...
Lies in the words you use to explain how you feel.
I used to be a beautiful energy you were drawn to,
now I "was" a safe spot to explore the attraction of energies,
where your heart could not be hurt.
You were never safe for me.
You were a gamble I bet my soul on.
You were not a replacement for a vacancy I needed filled.
You were the destiny I was drawn too.
Do not diminish what was real to me.
It is enough that today you are realm of broken and distant,
the being in whom I was willing to risk it all for.
If you presume to tell me how I feel for you,
you rob me of even the honesty of the pain.
This "you" though, she was never you.
If this cruelty of you is you, I did not know her.
Perhaps the love misplaced, and there fore this pain is farce too.
I loved you. Not a void. Not a pretend image.
It was as real then as the loss was afterwards.
I just did not know yet every other part.
I can keep loving the whole of you, good and bad,
but I can not keep sacrificing my heart
to one who will never return love the same way.
I'm So Lucky!
So lucky! I’ve this fantasy that you’re so dumb you’ll stay with me!
You still love Trump! What’s that about? Explains first verse, so who’s to pout!
Friends look askance, affect chagrin! But ‘screw the pooch,’ I still can win,
your logic rarely doubts my heart, the love you give, I swear’s more art.
A ‘highwire act in hurricane,’ who’d dare presume to think you sane!
Does magic rule the world we’re in, or grace prevails (to vanquish sin)?
It’s not that pain can’t visit us, but should it come, we hop a bus!
Your arms define my place, a home; You’re rock on sand, air’s cloud, sea’s foam.
Brian Johnston
16th of September in 2020
Would you there strongest tie not your knot
To That which the feeble me fakes not?
To that which the frightened me fears not?
To the sunken souls of the sadist me not?
And on ultimatum live in deceptions of desires,
Drained and dusted by winds long gone.
Would you there at best convince me again,
To the then lost, the love and in vain maintain,
To the then rumours, the winds gone and in it claim,
That for which the hearts heavy find happiness pure,
And on the ultimatum live in receptions of longing,
Dipped and dusted in fines of golden gestures.
Won't you for which I write, read and comprehend,
The codings, the wordings whirled and undefined,
That for which I shall presume to have embodied,
All my give-aways, the swirls centered and settled.
5th October 2018
Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her son naming after her, dare no longer lay claim,
because from then on he was reduced to campus bullies' fair game.
Pretending to be placatory, Dotard Trumpery had to invite
Joshua Trump to the Slayer-Of-The-Union site.
Trumpery, standing on his rock-and-roll rostrum, spieled song and dance,
Trump, seated off his opposite nostrum, cast ahead no glance;
Trumpery, haranguing high, may presume to be contagious,
Trump, lolling low, just continued to be contumacious;
Trumpery, in skittish stance, legs to prance,
Trump, in stolid trance, his head askance;
Trumpery, right hot, opened his mouth to smear shutters with sputter soars,
Trump, left cold, shut his eyes lest they be crisscrossed by sordid sores.
Impersonating Trump, Trumpery violated Trump's right of name;
Impugned due to Trumpery,Trumpp suffered long dark campus time.
trumpery blatherskite.
We have only windows
Past the walls that people build
A narrow view to whatever is on display
All relationships are mirages viewed through double glazing
Windows that can get dusty or damaged,
Thus the best relationships are patient
And simple, as the glass is lovingly cleaned
No complaints
Just happiness because you want to see with as much clarity as possible
The face that you fall asleep thinking about.
It is only those who are willing to love through the window
That will feel the breeze as it is opened.
That window is theirs
Your love alone does not earn you the key
Do not presume to know what they have hidden in the closets and back rooms
When the curtains are drawn,
They have not wronged you
Instead of breaking the window
Knock gently on the glass
Ask, kindly
It may be opened for you.
An image formed so long ago
Its beauty and dignity unsurpassed
Bestowed upon creatures incomparably blessed
Who now dare presume to alter the flow
The image is threatened as never before
Fervor to change its essence exists
Willingness to concede is most evident
Integrity corrupted from surface to core
Three united in faith, love and joy
Mother and father with Father above
Meant to be bound till one Earth departs
Are under attack by the deceivers ploy
Whether adopted or conceived
Cherished shall they be and realizing that
A mother and a father should be the seed
Of this tenet they should not be deceived
For me it had always been simple
People were either good or simply evil
For me there were never any shades
Greys to me were excuses we often made
Justifications made so we could still claim
That what we do is with good aim
So I couldn't understand forgiveness well
For me it really was more like gruel
Something I must do to survive
Meeting people showed me to thrive
It gave me needed perspective
That what I see is not all there is
That she's more than just a tease
She did the best she knew she could
Some sacrifices she thought were good
So I can't presume to know her shoe size
So forgiveness became sweet as pies
I guess I finally understand
The opposite of me
Who Are You?
Who are you, and whom do you presume to be?
Do you see the law court as hesitant to convict?
Will it take you as a minority, given sympathy?
To be considered for bending the tough verdict?
Only sixty percent believe in god, are Christian,
After all, that’s a small amount indeed, sure!
It’s as if church and state remain one curtain,
Together, not a secular politics that can assure.
Do you think your deeds will never be found?
Never be reckoned with so justice can be done?
Are you sure it doesn’t matter, you’re sound,
When your section will become suppression?
Abuse is not temporary, it lasts for all time,
In the mind, in the physical, and the social,
And if you demand silence anymore, just die,
Accept the criticism that’s ardent and vocal.
An opening sarcophagus in a pharoah's tomb,
Started emanating light into the room,
The mummy screamed, "I'll put a curse on you,
All your progeny I will pursue,
One should never presume to exhume."
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