Like a programmed robot
I move through each day
Smiling and nodding
In just the right way.
Pretending I'm happy
And life is just great
When the truth of the matter is
There's just too much on my plate.
I feel like I got cheated
Out of living a good life
I'm poor and alone
And I'll never be anyone's wife.
I'm like that lone shoe
You see lying on the road
Alone and discarded
Like an unwanted load.
People pass by me
Staring with pity
Torn and tattered
Not an ounce of pretty.
The shadows in my eyes
Portray a battle lost
Nightmares and insomnia
Show surrender’s cost.
The physical scars
Have healed without a trace
But the mental emotions
Are still written in my face.
I'm a programmed robot
Struggling each day
Trying to hold my head up
And wishing I could fade away.
They're everywhere now...
When lights dim in the corners of society
They swarm like cock roaches on a filthy countertop...
Strutting about the stage in their crystal, ego bubbles.
Telling us what to eat- what to wear- how to think.
Even though they're sloppy, unhappy, and quite obese.
They tell us how to pursue peace
(when peace is already here) ...
They even tell us how to walk and breathe.
Guaranteeing great wealth and a healthy mind
if you follow their step by deceptive steps...
If you'd just take a sip from their magic potion of B.S.
The truth is that the only way they've "made it"
was from the blood of our lack of confidence.
From the flesh of our insecurities.
The truth of the matter is most of them think
they've sprouted wings and can hover above the sea.
They think they can upstage and outshine Jesus...
I could care less if I ever hear from them again.
I'm much better off without them.
top shop and racism
It has happened again it appears fortnightly now
a posh shop has been robbed in the purest of daylight
that's about 12.30
all the fur and other expensive stuff were grabbed and
carried out to a waiting car, where passers- see but
do not interfere with the ongoing theft.
Not reacting, turning a blind eye might, be the best
way to survive in a country obsessed with handguns
used by thieves with no fear of the law
Here we come into a racial issue when a big heist like
this happened and the perpetrators were white
the reporter with the emphasis they, the thieves are wite
If the assailants are black the color of their skin will not
be mentioned for fear people will call this racism
The truth of the matter is most of the big operation
of thieving is done by black people not say, this and
pretend otherwise does not do anyone a service
If we get to the point that white people are actively
fearful of black people, we see the making of a civil war
I inched my way towards the end of this year
with a hopeful prayer on my heart
The last few years have been so challenging
to say the least.
The truth of the matter is the best blessing of all,
turned out to be you.
There were moments when I felt despair
and there were days when I almost gave up
Life had become a series of uncertain events
and so, I clung to my Faith like a lifeboat from heaven
and waited rudder in hand, dreaming of calmer waters
I observantly counted each favored blessing
until I came to the realization that
the best blessing of all this year was
you, my Jesus, dear *
Nov 19, 2022
Lost ones
The sky is my playground and the stars are my friends.
They are for an eternity and will never end
Calm my soul and speak to my spirit
Oh little lost one can you hear it
Hey little lost one
Are you sure what you are putting in your cup is considered having fun?
Truth of the matter is its really just dumb.
Hey little lost one
Is turning up and talking dumb the only way you know how to have fun
The law ain't looking for you but you are still on the run. From what maybe a
daughter maybe a son.
Why little lost one oh just why
When you turn your head to the sky, what I see is a place called home.
Sitting here like E freaking T
Where is that damn phone?
Ever consider the monotony of the pursuit of happiness the act of true lunacy of attempting to obtain the obtainable.
Yet here we are spending our days anxiety written and a nervous wreck trying to achieve a smile upon our face and the faces that surround us as if it really even matters in the end. No one wants to truly admit that at the end of this roller coaster we're simply a memory awaiting forgetfulness in the minds of those we hope remember us from time to time
Sad truth of the matter is we yearn for love closeness companionship yet our human nature tends to only focus on the negative aspect of this life thoughts emotions reactions situations and predicaments.. unconsciously dictating our everydays. The depression of this dying world is evident i invisible yet physically fell similar to the atmosphere thick almost layers of coat over your skin when you step outside.
Oblivious we all are like cattle standing in line for the slaughter happily conversating amongst each other never realizing what's at the end of the road.
The ladies ask me,do you have tattoos?
my answer is yes I do,one covering my entire front
the other covering my entire back.when I say that they at my clothed body trying to visualise what image I could possibly have.
truth of the matter is I have no tattoos at all I lie to the ladies, I mean how would they know unless my shirt were off and what are the chances of that
what I do have are scars cut deep into me,scars that travel scars that roam scars that enter into rooms that make people quiet scars that make you stare.
Scars you will never see there’s nothing to take off to show you my scars there hidden by my smile or a gentle kiss upon you’re lips
Girl, the truth of the matter is
Is that we need one another
With every hug and kiss
We both comfort each other
Our love is pure and true
Together, we make our own sunshine
We lead ourselves to the light
And we keep everything in line
I killed someone today I just put her to sleep
I wish I never did it cuz now I cannot sleep
I took her life to save her from all the pain and misery
She's in a better place now her life is just a mystery
For all the pain I feel inside I pray the lord forgives me
Cuz if he doesn't I don't know what will become of me
I feel ashamed I feel so sick I throw up everytime
I hear her voice inside my head screaming all the time
There's blood on my shirt, on my hands and all over my face
I got thoughts of you touching me with a warm gentle embrace
I knew you for a short time and couldn't wait to see you
But the truth of the matter is that you will never live to
I have to live with this for the rest of my life
Sitting in that waiting room it's like I held the knife
No matter what the circumstances there's no justifications for my actions
Because despite our financial difficulties there's always adoption
I killed someone today I just put her to sleep
I wish I never did it cuz now I cannot sleep
The truth of the matter is
There was no love to be found
It was all a facade
You cannot lift your feet off of solid ground
Things were said that may have sounded good
But, those words simply have no weight
Leaving the situation idle
Is just simply another way to procrastinate
Recycled News And Postings
In these days of What's app and its prevalent use...
Recycled News and postings are all too often received...
The truth of the matter is in the incessant urge to share...
The latest info and message the minute one is received...
Not to worry, all postings in social media are for long time....
Once in a while, the same news comes alive again online...
Readers are the best judges, to read, hoard or delete...
News or info to be shared is for everyone's benefits....
So keep 'em coming in, all will be better informed and entertained...
Not seeing evil does not mean evil is non-existent out there...
Not hearing evil does not mean all is good and heavenly out there...
Not doing evil does not mean we are all angelic everywhere....
Not speaking evil does not mean we should be angels on earth here....
Hence, keep 'em coming, messages, news snippets, photos or video clips....
Life in this social media age is so much interesting with all these postings...
Keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming...
For those of us who have lost your hair
And feel embarrassed as a mudguard up there
The truth of the matter is simple to see
Just shave it off and grow a goatee
And you will look tough and hard as nails
Where when measuring up you wouldn’t fail
So cheer up you can look cool
By shaving it off and growing a goatee as the rule.
© Paul Warren Poetry
From a video I saw recently
Time pauses when your heart's breaking,
and you feel each minute detail.
Yet, the truth of the matter is;
dreams and wishes rarely prevail.
You cannot see beyond lust's lies,
blinded by Hope's masking effect.
Yet, anchored in reality,
hearts forgive moments of neglect.
Love's a song sung as a duet,
whose harmony is in two parts.
And it is an intimate tune,
orchestrated by lonely hearts.
Love does not follow rigid rules,
for love is unpredictable.
And yet, when half souls become one,
happiness is predictable.
Love's an intangible feeling;
that can fuel a kiss or tear.
So, when eternal bliss beckons,
lovers lower their shield of fear.
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Eventually time passes...
Sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, the truth of the matter is this...
I carry vague recollections of words spoken from people who have passed before me. I can slightly remember an, “I love you”, or even maybe a “goodbye” here or there. But the deepest connection comes from the intimate recollections of impressions left on my heart. Sentiments of compassion leaves footprints on my soul and my emotions will never forget those senses of that sort of love. I have memorized each everlasting feeling left behind from lives left. Sometimes leaving without warning, which makes my feelings more raw as time passes. Sometimes they leave slowly which makes my mind remember, but with ease.
Eventually time passes…and with each moment I commemorate all affections left behind.
A Response To...
Silent One
October 15, 2016
Reincarnation Of Donna Larie
I keep having these strange nightmares
Of a woman being burned alive in a car,
I dont know who this woman is
But I feel connected to her from a far,
I feel so emotionally and physically connected
To this nightmare,
I can feel my flesh burning as if I was actually there,
As the nightmares got worse
I was acting out what I was seeing,
Its like I was this burning human being,
I needed to know what was wrong with me
I needed to know why I was having these horrible dreams,
I allowed myself to be put under hypnosis
And was told by the hypnotist I'm living a second life,
The woman that was burned to death in a car accident was me in a past life,
The minute I died
I was reborn,
My spirit didn't go to the spirit world
I reincarnated in human form,
In this life everyone knows me to be Shawna Marie
But the truth of the matter is I'm not really her,
I am a reincarnation of Donna larie!
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