I protect it at all costs
It is the core of who I am.
It's been lost and it's been found
It's been whole and its been ground.
Could anyone, want my heart?
I guard it constantly
And keep vigilant always.
It's been alone and it's been chosen
It's been hot and it's been frozen.
Can I let anyone see my heart?
I cover it with fears
And worry who will know it.
It's been a liar and it's been true
It's been foolish and it's been shrewed.
Would anyone, trust my heart?
I hold it tight in trepidation
Unsure what wind will sway it.
It's been solid, and it's been mist
It's been stabbed and it's been kissed.
Does anyone want my kaleidoscope heart?
I ache for someone to sooth it
Who is willing to fully accept it?
It's been innocent and it's been guilty
It's been pure and it's been filthy
Desperately wicked, who can know it?
In surrender, I met a Healer
Who made white, my wretched stains.
I've been lost and now I'm found
I've been dead, now glory bound
Since I gave my heart to Jesus.
In sheep's clothing they infiltrate, call you mate, lie in wait;
these sly wolves who seek to harm and disarm with charm.
It's a clever deed, founded in greed and meant to mislead.
Their nakedness would reveal the heart of steel they conceal.
Search behind the glint in their eyes to see their lies and alibis
Strip vile ones naked of that pseudo smile, glimpse their guile
Lay bare the amiable mask they wear. They will dare to ensnare.
Don't be naive and believe words spewed by those who decieve.
It's not uncouth to play the sleuth and expose the naked truth
of those who stalk and walk about while praising with sweet talk.
Don't be a fool thinking they're cool. It's a heap of wolfen stool.
Be shrewed! Denude the lewd ones so you don't get screwed.
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November 11, 2016
Naked Contest
Anthony Slausen
EULOGY TO MAMA
Dear mother, how mighty thou art
And how great is thou smiles to thy child?
All the offspring of the earth adores thy
Kindness and the moon let out a smile
For thy affection of thy dimples to thy children.
Oh, let the earth adore thee let the sea
Dance, for thy humble human nature.
Dear mother,
Thou art worthy to be lifted as the sacred god of
The Romans, thou art the maker of my smiles.
The lady of my heart before another,
Let's PRAISE mothers with thanksgiving of our hearts.
Mother would always there when all has gone to sleep, Oh mother! Thou art worthy to receive my
Praise and adoration of kindness and sweetness
In thy words was I made known the mystery
Of this divided and shrewed world.
I love your dimples like Messi loves football.
My head is full of you as the teacher's head is full of books of wisdom.
Who are mine without you mother?
Everything I am and what I will be is through you.
I love you mother, I love your wisdom,
I will ring your praises day and night
Until the gentiles come to christ.
At your feet shall righteous abide,
The law of your mouth bows many heads,
Until the end of time shall I love you.
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