Every statement I make
is a question to someone --
how we juxtapose truth
and conviction. All seeing
the same things slightly different…
looking for toll-free bridges,
no one wants to pay the actual
dims and weight.
Even love has a price-tag,
draws of cards and petals for mulch.
It’s too often about recognition,
needing outside sources to
feel internally alive and poignant,
the God connection, for many
in those lonely physical hours
seeming not remedy enough.
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I sat to measure the sky,
its width and depth,
limited by my senses...
I thought to measure my
heart, limited by your feelings --
The shingles were taking a beating,
As tabbies and hounds kept on meeting.
They slid down the slate
At a terrible rate,
While the terrified owners were fleeing.
(Epigram For A Corrupt Prosecutor)
Scales of justice swing so slowly
for your sin,
Snatching silver secrets safely sheltered
skin.
We see your shadow stretch a shady stair,
And mock the ''justice'' sleeping soundly
there.
A blind lady holds the scales
But lends juries her sacred sword
Hoping reason will find justice
For the guiltless and evil it’s reward.
To those who feel this is zero sum
There is no balance for evil done.
When judgement comes and the pebbles are weighed. The only thing that will count is how I made others feel. The ones which god placed in front of me. Did I lift them up? Or did I bring them down? Because thats which way the scales will tip. {Said the Mystic to his student.}
In scales of steel, the city sleeps
Where dragon laws in darkness creep
The streets are veins of ancient stone
Where freedom's blood has long been flown.
The towers pierce the smoky sky
Like claws that grasps and never die
The people move with careful pace
Under eyes that watch each secret place.
Through gates of fire, the rulers pass
Their shadows cast in endless glass
Where every breath must be confessed
And dreams themselves are put to test.
But deep within the burning core
A spark remains that dares ignore
The chains of law, the weight of might
And whisper still endless light.
Glistening wet scales
Reticulated pattern
Meander movements
rattlesnake scales locomotive them around
scales are needed when you make a musical sound
when you weigh food, you mean a tiny numbered scale
larger one needed to measure a dog or a Yak in Vail
on the memory scale, some days I do quite well
Other days I am lost in my own thoughts, here in the dale
There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn
Doubt and fear makes a name,
To try to over step loves gain,
By using what our eyes can see here,
Constantly trying to replace love with fear,
The hearts cry that shuts the mouth of the broken,
That leaves no room for words to be spoken,
Can you not see past this with your earthly eyes?,
Because eternally the heart will rise,
What we see and know here is just a glimpse of our bond,
Time and distance is just a fishad,
Eternally we walk which is much more than we see here,
And love loves in eternity where faith rules without fear,
As I place you in my heart you stay,
Because love transcends while fear and doubt try to limit our way,
We live and breathe in loves limitless supply,
And the Lord removes the scales from our eyes
Bach is to music
as integrity to sales
Accuracy demanded
on each of their scales
the matter of scales
We, you and I, who don't believe in a rose
scented heaven, painted by a five years
old child who has a mother named Glady
Nor do we believe in that place where
stokers go, tired of an electrified world
I know of a man on X who is doing his
best believing in a friendly God, that
must be difficult for a man who wonders
if he is a deity of wealth.
If I go before you, I like to be a memory
dwell there until it is time to go
and become the non-returnable
As we sit on a bench that has a lone
tree and swirling fog, we can talk about
the Savanna, when I was a lion and you
were a gracious giraffe called baby
We can also reminiscence when we
were warthogs, lived in a hole
with no hope of having a bath unless
it rained so much that our cave flooded
We can also fry to nirvana, a place that
is less colorful and has an echo of
wishes not fulfilled.
Failing that, we can go to Iceland said
to be the most peaceful place on earth
by those who have not heard the rumble
of earthquakes
The aber is the island has no trees if
we should get bored and hang ourselves
rules must be made for both sides - Libraic scales mind equilibrium
equal length
pan holders - no unfair weights, no pandering
justice must not take sides
judges should not be stuck in pockets; moneywise
dressed - for success, not their own
scales are not a see-saw, not a slide
papers read the same in each pan
a woman is a woman, a man is a man
both seek truth; liberty is watching
remember well the book on their heads; straight backs
Congress and Senate stay within their own branch
powers are kept separate
sound minds prevail
if a party’s at its precipice, what happens when the weights released?
The scales of Lady Justice
Slapped in the face on the left in the right.
Exposed in all my private place.
Choked by the cord of avenge and revenge both seek.
Stung by bees of foul and lied speech.
Yanked arms by extreme deception.
Legs mired in the sea of corruption.
Can Lady Justice no longer hold the scales
in this American land?
You pay BLM...DOJ?
A Garland like a serpent over the
Ten Commandments-Followers
and over the Constitution.
You keep doing what you accuse
Trump of doing, then let your Media Priests preach.
Then you use Google to snatch descent
out of the air.
Brought to you by Pfizer and the Lord of the Air.
You let rapists and murderers go.
But if you peacefully protest or pray for the
defenseless, you face up to 11 years in prison.
Why don't you be honest and lay it on the line?
You serve Satan.
Just as John The Baptist paved the way for Christ,
as His forerunner.
You are paving the way for the Anti-Christ,
the persecution has begun,
RFID-BIO chip on it's way.
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