Not to cast the first stone,
we stood alone.
paladins of justice.
Just us.
When your word isn't worth, the only air it traveled through,
You may quickly realize that fear and fraud don't accrue.
Then as any and all hope is halted, and faith does not exist,
The sight of all those broken promises, is there to persist.
At that point you're left upon an island, naked and alone.
With no one left to listen, no one to cast the first stone.
So now you're on your own, with your lies and disbelief,
As those you knew, now avoid you, and you're seen as a thief.
Can redemption even exist now, for all the lies that you've told?
Or has time passed right on by, while you've grown lonely and old?
These may be the final questions, to answer or even hate.
Finally seeing if you realize, you can no longer fabricate.
I’ve decided to have me a seat and tell you what’s on my mind.
The following words are original, they are nobody else’s but mine.
They may not be very polished, and my grammar might not be just right.
I will never be a great poet, but I sleep quite well at night.
This is not some artificial intelligence, it’s just my fingers on keys.
These rhymes are just for fun, kind of like the birds and the bees.
There is no one I seek to impress, just hoping for a smile or two.
My grass will never be greener, and my sky contains the same blue.
I might write a little about faith, or maybe my incredible wife.
You might hear a line about gas or some of the truth in my life.
Feel free to turn up your nose, you will find that I really don’t care.
I will always be true to my friends, and immune to each snobby stare.
Go ahead and copy my words, you can even pass them off as your own.
My walls are all made of glass, so it can be you to cast the first stone.
Feel free to do as you please, our admin will not even look.
The dishonest will continue to plagiarize, then brag about writing a book.
I want it all and then some more.
I have a generous heart but a lean pocket, and a long list of stuff I want.
I want to be the best father ever
but I treat ladies like ShiX, and I'm not much into kids. Just into myself.
I want to be the best mother ever.
But without being second to any other. Kids are an extension of my reflection.
needs and necessities.
where do we draw the line, for whom, and when?
Would you deny yourself for the benefit of the other?
Are you the one to cast the first stone?
"Compassion down 5 points today as hypocrisy deliver 10 cents on the dollar"
I want to fix it all, but I don't have the right words.
I want to change the world, to deliver another unicorn.
To deliver Bilion$ gained by sweat for the AC investors that invested in something.
something with a great story, but no one really needs.
I am the one building my house upon the sand.
I am the one blind and leading the blind.
I am the one rich and exceedingly sorrowful.
I am the one making a vow I will not fulfill.
I am the one unable to cast the first stone.
I am the one bringing the head of John the Baptist.
I am the one selling my wares in the Temple.
I am the one giving the kiss of betrayal.
I am the one bearing false witness, spitting in His face.
I am the one with the angry crowd crying, "Crucify Him!"
I am the one standing at the foot of the cross.
I am the one almost persuaded.
Like pebbles on a shore you surface me,
like a tide in the sand you set me free.
Like dew drops on a rose I complete you,
and after all the hell we've been through,
we shall shine as bright as a morn so new.
When I am full of stress you let me be,
when I am blinded by pain, you make me see.
You are the reason for my creation,
as you give me a longing sensation.
Never again shall I weep alone,
when in the wrong we always atone.
We never have learned to cast the first stone,
for we bring each other sincere alleviation,
throughout the rough days of trials and tribulations.
You believe in me like no other has ever,
I will find another lover, no never.
I cannot love you more, I have confessed,
for with you by my side I have been blessed.
Last night it was the way you caressed
my skin so soft and barren; please stay forever.
January 6th, 2018
Silence prevails
as earth drinks
from the chalice
of the condemned
blood seeps
into the ground.
A bruised face holds
evidence of violent force
dull unseeing eyes
turned to heaven
as if beseeching
an answer
to why?
Are we so righteous?
have we no sins?
to temptations
don't we fall?
so how can we justify
and condemn
who among us has the right
to cast the first stone?
As an outsider looking in,
My opinion means nothing, yes;
But the collective soul of a nation,
Has me watching with distress.
Who amongst to cast the first stone?
This immigrant nation to boot!
Where fear and loathing and lies shown,
How easy suddenly to recruit.
And what band wagon to become?
This nation and its collective soul;
The fact that such a man can run,
Upon one's sanity such a toll.
Till to their senses one can pray
As I watch poll after poll;
This great nation to bend and sway,
Has it lost its collective soul?
You think this is the way I wanted to live,
I’ve been through a lot and yes I have
Sinned,
But tell me are you perfect?
Tell me you have never sinned before?
All my life I’ve wish to go through a different door,
But yet I am stuck here searching for happiness
And all you do is judge me,
I know I’ll never be good enough I know I’ll never be the best,
And yet behind all of your anger and rage
You too have felt pain,
Saving stones you’ll throw some other day?
But if you haven’t sinned then be the one to cast the first stone,
Maybe I like the idea of soothing your sadistic crave,
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You compare it with the rough touch of a man's touch on my body?
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You think this is just my little game?
And you think I play it well?
You don’t know how much I cry.
When you yell at me “I pray you burn in hell”.
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear and make it all end.
Then I met a man,
Instead of judging me he said “go and sin no more
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone”.
Who was he?
He was no ordinary man he despised those who had judged,
Instead he understood me with a heart filled with love.
Cold In The Soul
I feel cold in my soul - for frozen has been my heart.
Just for a misunderstanding that has caused me great
pain and kepted us apart.
My heart has been wounded and my eyes have cried of
sadness and pain. What was it that I did, that I do not
understand?
Dear God up in heaven help me - please take this cold of
my soul and give warmth to my heart. This cold that I feel
I can not avoid it.
Please give peace to my soul and melt the ice from my heart.
Come quick and help me and let me feel your love.
The cold that we feel in our bodies - that we can overcome.
But the cold we feel in our souls - that's the one that can
make us cry and tear us apart.
It is true and it has been written, that whoever is without
sin, to cast the first stone. Is it you that feels cold in the
soul, or is it me?
Maybe it's you and maybe it's I. Let's give one step forward
so we can make peace. Do you want to start, or do you want
me to go first?
The important thing is that we start and end this cold that we
have in our souls, so that we can have peace once again....
06/20/2013
Written by lucilla M. carrillo
An excuse we need
to ratify this evil
in existence is,
so many hide behind God
here just to cast the first stone.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
TODAY I TOOK A LOOK INTO MY BROKEN MIRROR
IT REFLECTED BACK THE IMPERFECT ME
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PERFECT THAT THE IMPERFECTS DON’T WANT TO KNOW
CAN I AMEND THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY MIRROR?
I FORGOT TO PUT ON MY LIPSTICK ON MY WEEDING DAY, GOSH MY HUSBAND SAW THE IMPERFECT ME
THE CAPTAIN JUST TOLD THE CREW HE FORGOT TO BRING ALONG HIS COMPASS
THE IDEALIST STRIVE FOR PERFECTION FROM THE FATHER ABOVE BUT THE TRUE SON OF THE FATHER ONCE SAID “HE WHO WAS PERFECT WAS TO CAST THE FIRST STONE”
BECAUSE OF OUR STAINED SOULS, A UNIVERSAL DETERGENT WAS POURED ON EACH SOUL TO BRING PERFECTION DEFERRING THE LAWS OF AFFECTION
THE HEART OF MAN IS FULL OF CORRUPTION CONSTANTLY BLEEDING OUT CONTEMPT WITHOUT CLOTTING
BUT WE NEED TO FIGHT EAGERLY AGAINST EVERY UNCERTAINTIES WITHOUT HESITATING
NO MATTER HOW HARD WE FIGHT THESE UNCERTAINTIES EVERYONE WILL DIE TRYING
MY PERFECTION IS LIMITED BEFORE MY IMPERFECTION AND THAT MAKES ME PERFECTLY IMPERFECT SOUL
Those amongst us, walk and talk, to relate,
whom they, really are; however, is not known.
Even thou, you believe, they have, your back,
they are, the first ones, to cast, the first stone.
For they wait, for you, to assume, of them, the best;
putting you, to sleep; pulling the wool, over your eyes.
Even thou, they may seem, to be kind, to you, at first,
they are, the ones, of which; you they, then despise.
For they, are ready, to take, what is yours,
and behind you insult you, while they, are loathing.
Beware of the origins, of the people, you confront,
for there are, wolves out there, in sheep's clothing.
Who has the godlike hand to judge
Who has the right to cast the first stone
Who may stare at me and say ... you die?
Pull the trigger
You think your hurting me?
Your killing you
Eyes close, your dead
The person standing above you ... killed you
Oh, its not human
Its a bug
An animal
What Right do you have to kill it?
Like a disease you have become a murderous thing ...
Killing "things" around you that beat with a rhythm
You are a disease
Yet, you still live
Who's gonna kill you?
Who's the malevolence that seeks revenge and says you deserve to die now?
I'm the girl you wish weren’t here.
I'm the girl with nothing to lose,
Yet everything to fear.
I'm the girl you poke fun at when you have nothing to do.
I'm the girl you never knew.
I'm the girl who stood alone.
Who is going to cast the first stone?
I'm the girl that wanted a friend.
I'm the girl you couldn't comprehend.
I'm girl who loved to love.
I'm the girl filled with rage and hate.
I'm the girl no one saw until it was to late.
No one knew suicide I would contemplate.
I'm the girl who had no reason to wait.
I'm the girl who was always left out.
I'm the girl you loved to talk about.
I'm the girl who fell through the cracks.
I'm the girl pulling knives out of my back.
I'm the girl who stuck a bullet in my head.
I'm the girl laying here in a puddle of blood dead.
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