Evil people thrives and Rejoice
In hurting others, to them
It's fun, until the day that
Justice comes knocking at
Their door and repays them
intermediate truths will do for now
involving dissolution of ego
staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know
by direct touch, God wisdom does endow
kundalini rises if we allow
whence sailing in the boat which God does row
spirit repays debts of love which we owe
clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow
ego vaporises yet we remain
we as living light dissolve in God’s heart
both immanent as also transcendent
we see soul’s journey has not been in vain
as pure awareness, we add love to cart
living light eternal, bliss resplendent
Each passing day puts on display
a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul.
Providing parts to add to hearts,
from halfway done to fully whole.
The bygone years are souvenirs,
the trinkets of a time gone by;
though caked with rust, dried blood, and dust,
they stain, then fade, but never die.
The decades roll and ring a toll
for lessons taught but slowly learned.
Experience, with common sense,
shall grow, rebuilding bridges burned.
The wisdom found on weathered ground
repays, with interest, youthful debt.
Each piece a shred, profusely bled,
but, joined as one, a finished set.
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns
Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse
Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance
Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses
Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers
Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays
Day and night we toiled but some aims were foiled
by souls who opposed us, thwarting our goal
but we wished all well, since our heart’s unsoiled
and detractors merely play their life role.
Made in His image, we are living light,
yet on earth we burn, since we’re here to learn,
so be it boon or blight, it is alright,
for when we forgive, God’s grace we so earn.
Reptiles in human form create a storm
but in timeless time, they will heed love’s chime,
so we send them pulsations of joy warm,
that divine entwined, they heavenward climb.
Seeds of love sowed, repays our soul’s debts owed,
thus breath by breath bliss in heart is endowed.
God gave my mum best of both worlds
Heaven and hell and that's why since she left,
we her kids are confused for we want to go to heaven
But hellish thoughts keep us from flying
That's why I struggle most days
Because I'm still finding a balance of both worlds
Cause I be trying to do good all the time
But in turn the world repays me with the bad
Sometimes I'd seat all alone and wonder,
what if she were here, would I still struggle
Or she'd be fighting some unseen battles for me
Cause she never slept without prayer
And ever since she left its been one storm after another
It feels like our only chain holding both worlds at bay
Broke and is somewhere in heaven
That's why hell is now onto us
God gave my mum best of both worlds
And she made the best out of both
Hopefully we too will find that much needed balance
Cause at the moment it feels like we breaking in between them
The PO£T
I’ve known all sorts of people
I’ve said all kinds of things
I’ve disappointed many
Kept them waiting in the wings
I’ve asked myself what benefits a real connection brings
I had a dream about you
We were walking in a store
Felt a strange disorientation
Like we’d both been there before
Some things are just impossible to replicate, for sure
Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts
Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts
When I hug you tight,
It’s like my heart is breaking
Love like a rock –
No posturing or faking
This dream can live
After the point of fitful waking
I’m a child and a man
All freshly-birthed and shaking
Reason killed the matador:
The burden of the sport
There’s some proven miracles
Cold logic can’t support
Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts.
2016
it is not easy to wake up happy
the young do
maybe
eyes have to adjust
focus inward
bring what is in there to the outside
so you can take a look at it
then there’s always yesterday to deal with
memory decodes
decides what lingers to hurt
or what can be forgiven
like as if it happened
now the body has its say
it pulls you in all directions
demands attention
then repays you with pain
you come to yourself
filtering through your own dawning
to where one moment can be held
steadily enough
for you to be this person
then
there it is
happiness
just like that
no reason
no cause
you grin behind hazy eyes
even though you still ache with this life
yet still want more of it
anyway
My heart is strong and sensitive
It has been broken many times
But filled with love, I like to give
Far beyond the words in these rhymes
My heart has led me many ways
For things I love, bring sanity
Survival, a theme many days
There is no room for vanity
Then, there’s the heart issues with health
To manage it, to keep beating
To feel peace fulfilled, is my wealth
To let certain things be fleeting
To share it closely is a risk
But to see someone smile repays,
Warmth in cold fears that may be brisk
It beats in my purpose these days
Heidi Sands
12/22/20
Bend your head and lend
Repays him his hip bend
Bend minus bend an income
A debt comes not only in money terms
Taking and giving debt in other forms
Indebtedness involves in many ways
Doing the same to the donor who may
Going in aid of parents all come repays
Beloved Apothecary, you are most
lovely to me in ways you cannot guess;
your subtle smile, which haunts me like a ghost,
exalts and elevates me nonetheless.
More beautiful than the rest, you beguile
the best in me, a tame and mild, old soul
your soft demeanor has blessed all this while;
and mended to health and to being whole.
Because of you, I have gained newfound wealth,
a treasure and fortune from meeting you
one fateful night this last spring, on the twelfth
of May, which I remember to this day, too.
Like “Mona Lisa,” so are your delicate ways;
but a glimpse of you oh! so divinely repays.
Pants On Fire
By: Miracle Man
2/27/2020
Even for his age, his mind is trenchant,
he often pierces ears with things untrue.
It seems for lying he has this penchant,
why others avoid him he has no clue.
He arrives at our door every few days,
always with a new profound yarn to spin.
Always to borrow but never repays,
though i oft refuse he shows up again.
Fact:
He returns because its easier than working,
he has no pride, and he knows I can’t say no every day.
Tom
So you have risen
So fairly quick
You want to heal us
As we are sick
But please now tell me
How I can learn
That I'm nothing
So I can earn
How can I forgive?
How can I learn only to give?
Nothing to ask
To be myself
Without a mask?
I cannot do it
All by myself
I'm too proud
I do confess
Maybe it's fear
It's fear from death
Fear from darkness
And solitude
Still I'm keeping
Attitude
But only sometimes
And not always
I have to learn
That love repays
I have to learn
That love exists
And strike through darkness
From my list
To battle jealousy
With both my fists
Halt all my anger
And clear the mist
Not be egoistic
But optimistic
And altruistic
So since you've risen
Out of the dead
Come please lie near me
Besides my bed
And walk with me
For all my life
Cut all my passions
You paid with life
I don't want to miss you
Not anymore
As I'm without you
Just a bore
FireFighters Creed:
Alarms screaming.
Birds singing.
But her heart was bleeding.
I held her as she died.
CPR couldn't revive.
How could I save what God wanted taken
away.
Is this how God repays ?
Maybe if I was a minute earlier.
If I didn't take that extra time getting out
the drive.
I would of been able to save this young girls
life.
It haunts me every night.
Pictures of her in the last moments of her
life.
I was pulled away by my fallow brothers in
arms.
Brothers with the FireFighter emblems on
there helms.
Tears roll down my face.
First time is the worst is what they all seem
to say.
But should a 17 year old boy be here in the
first place.
I look in the mirror when all these Questions
race in my brain.
mocking me, Judging me, pointing, laughing,
calling me names.
"Great good job Jess letting her die"
"Well god damn what a terrific guy"
I know it was my choice to enter the service.
But I wish I could of lived a bit first.
-Written By Jesse Gillibrand
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