Rose colored glasses?
No, crimson-colored glasses
To see the lashes
The lashes received
On the broken body of
Agape’s only Son
That endured wrath
On the mass’s behalf, we
We need, He bleeds us
Help us aspire
Look higher than the spire
From the gathering
Paschal Agnus Dei
Righteousness imputed to
All crimson value
We flagrantly sin
A flagrum on Him was used
Your repentance due
From crimson-lensed frames
We can look through to the stains
Washed whiter than snow
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster
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In memory’s soft glow,
the TV screen flickers alive,
time stretches like taffy,
the theme song lingers, a melody
transporting me through the portal of childhood.
The laughter of a cartoon,
the adventure of a western,
the wisdom of a sitcom,
a sprinkle of magic dust,
and suddenly, the mundane was extraordinary.
In the sepia tones of nostalgia,
I find a bittersweet truth:
the rose-colored glasses
tint the past with warmth,
softening the edges of reality.
those moments, though fleeting,
are the roots of who I am,
the laughter still lingers,
and the magic?
It lives on, like a rerun.
I like it when you place me
Up above on a pedestal
I like how you say my name
Even my nickname with love
I like how you chase me
With persistence until I catch you
And flood your face
With lacy licorice kisses
I like your gentle voice
When you ask why I
Haven’t called at all
That days are too long
You make me feel seen
And special and esteem
And it’s enough for me
You can do no wrong
Truth isnt what you think today
truth will be true tomorrow too
Truth isnt just what you feel
Its what happened, the facts, the data...
Interpreted truth is our own reality..
Our "rose colored glasses" on life
Psychiatry calls it our "filter" that we interpret the world through...
I dont know how to explain the truth in any simpler terms
To those that dont practice it
I am constantly amazed at the deception and self deception I see
The manipulation and meddleing in others affairs
You gain nothing by bending others to your will... They ususally snap back and are resentful
The truth on that is you can only change yourself...
The Truth... (C) Artimus - Susan Manley 7-19-2005
I wake at the ascension of a golden dawn
to meditate on early morning's mystique
To the amber shoreline, I'm always drawn
It's serenity and tranquility that I seek
How calm the lake's water without a ripple
On a sheet of glass, is my mirrored reflection
I seek its tranquil comfort as a babe, a nipple
To me, this is a moment of sheer perfection
It's hope of a budded flower before it blooms
In solitude, I peer through rose-colored glasses
I feel no dread about what in darkness looms
but too soon, my Pollyanna moment passes
Got some rose-colored glasses
And they’re messing with my brain.
I’m not sure things are clearer
Or if I have gone insane.
I had thought I understood the world
And that I could trust my eyes
But I’m looking through these lenses
And I fear I’m seeing lies.
Got some rose-colored glasses
To correct what I perceive.
‘Cause for my entire life
I’m told I have been deceived.
I believed that I was well informed
And could not be surprised,
But I’m looking through these lenses
And I now don’t trust my eyes.
Got some rose-colored glasses
Now I cannot understand
How I made it all these years
With an outlook that’s so bland.
I’m uncertain, now, what to believe
All the what’s, the when’s, the why’s
‘Cause I’m looking through these lenses
And it’s like I’ve got new eyes.
quixotic dreamer
constructing silver windmills
when she looks at him
rose colored glasses
optimistic attitude
giving them a chance
forever unite
a starry eyed realist
rebel who needs love
ROSE COLORED GLASSES
Everything crimson
Through my eyes everything red
Demons dancing in my head
Mars is blue Saturn red
Cut the body of an oyster it bleeds blue blood
Such an make believers' disaster
This is from mine imagination
It's what I see in my rose colored glasses
05/15/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
We put on rose-colored glasses,
that blur reality's vision.
And block out any wrongs we see,
ignoring the plight of the poor.
To disguise life's uglier side,
we put on rose-colored glasses.
And focus our sight straight ahead,
cheerfully wearing our blinders.
Tinted with alternative truths
that we so much want to believe.
We put on rose-colored glasses
to camouflage anguish and tears.
Seeing the world through filtered eyes;
humanity escapes our view.
And overlooking injustice,
we put on rose-colored glasses.
When I wear my rose-colored glasses
I see lovely pink grasses
and the sky is pale pink
not grey.
I get lost in romantic dreams
of secret schemes
and I spread my pink wings and sail away.
My heart beats faster
and my head spins
in a rosy world
where happiness never ends.
Smiles and sweet kisses fill my head
and love is warm and red.
We live apart
from this cruel world without heart
where kindness and true love are free.
I dance for you
and you laugh for me
as a rosy sun shines down
and my favorite word is "we".
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"
I bought you some rose colored glasses,
Because you were feeling so blue.
I thought that these rose colored glasses
Would make you feel as good as new.
If you see the world without color,
Things look very dreary and sad.
Maybe these rose colored glasses
Will add color and make you feel glad.
When you feel sad and downhearted,
Remember God still cares for you.
He’s still on the throne, and He adores you.
Have faith, and He’ll see you thru.
God knows all about your troubles.
He is aware when the sparrow falls.
Don’t be anxious, don’t worry and fret.
He is our God, He’s the Lord of all.
My heart was blackened and hardened by pain and misery
You shined your light upon my soul, it softened me completely
My walls they fell, I walked out of hell, my heart began swell
What force, what power, what energy could this be
For I'm a man of sorrow who's face you lit up with glee
I now have found the one who's heart is meant for me.
I am a prisoner of memories from the past,
Flashbacks without warning of a marriage that did not last.
Through rose colored glasses, I see a love now scattered to the wind,
But in reality he had ceased to be a husband, a lover, or even a friend.
Memories lie and make you think your life together was ideal,
They invade the heart, but are like ghosts, and are not real.
It’s time to take off the rose colored glasses, and leave the past behind,
Memories make bad bed fellows, and do not give peace of mind.
I see you through rose colored glasses
And that's why I give you so many passes
I don't see any of your imperfections or flaws
The person I see puts me in such awe
I see you as absolute pure perfection
And I know it's just my heart's perception
But sometimes the heart sees what the eyes can't see
It sees all the right and let's all the wrong be
I see all the things you have conquered and overcame
All the reasons you are the person you became
I see the person you can be; the one I know you are
To me you are an illuminating bright shiny star
To me you are as bright as the sun
When I 'm around you I don't see anyone
So these rose colored glasses I must wear
Because If didn't there'd be too much glare
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
If grass is always greener on the other side of the fence that means I would have to mow more grass
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