One minute there's laughter-
the coming, there are tears
hearts full of love can easily
be twisted in confusion
a glance or
a passing word to another-
could be easily ignored
or can stab quickly
through the soul
it only takes one moment
to bear a decision-
that could either heal
or shatter what's at hand
so, opine twice before
diving into the sand-
each action that is made
is for a reason,
defining a path to pleasure
or leading to pain.
I wish I knew which man you are, at times when you are here, cause if I knew which one you were, I'd stay or disappear.
At times you show me that you care with all the love you hold, but then out comes this rage of fear, that's evil and it's cold.
If you rid the angry man, I'm sure that you will find, and honest man that's always true, the one that once was mine.
An angry man is full of hate and lives a life of sin, he likes to hurt and cause you pain no matter if it's kin.
An honest man is full of love and lives his life for you, and he will give you everything to help to see you through.
Do you know which man you are, the one this poem is for, see I still hold my love for you, but different than before.
I want you now to look inside and join your heart and soul, once that you can feel them both, you'll fill that angry hole.
That is when you'll feel Gods Love, you'll trust yourself within, and God will help the honest man, to live his life again.
I know you read the word's I wrote, someday I hope you see, this poem was wrote with both our love, to you, from God and me.
I can still hear you calling my name.
but... I can hear you with both ears now
One side calling me telling me you would always still be here for me if I just give in and the other side is telling me I can have all my interment desires that I crave so much for but...
I know both are one
I decided along time ago I would put a leash on myself with no other intention but to find the one who would be able to take it off and replace it with something more precious.
I remember when I gave into the one that was there for me when I was down. I could and would find the other that I desired and... now I do not want either if that means given up my soul.
So I will wait patiently for what I truly desire
With all my Love waiting
Life unfurls with timely elegance.
Attractive blooms herald the branches revival.
Flowers bear fruit for sustenance.
Soak your eyes in the exultation of the universe.
Behold the glory of this creation.
We will reap the order of the sun,
and glory in this garden,
where the nectar of life we will own.
I have inhaled the ether of Heaven!
Illusions I must not drink.
Our source of warmth will someday expire.
Long term survival of the fit is futile.
The dust of this race will float,
in the perpetual frost of the aftermath.
All life, knowledge, and perception will sleep.
This clump of world will disperse,
throughout the endless chill of space.
I have inhaled the smoke of Hades!
Life unfurls with timely elegance.
Attractive blooms herald the branches revival.
The flowers will bear fruit for your sustenance.
Soak your eyes in the exultation of the universe.
Behold the glory of this creation.
We will reap the order of the sun,
And glory in his garden.
Where the nectar of life we will own.
I have inhaled the ether of Heaven!
Illusions I must not drink.
Our source of warmth will someday expire.
Long term survival of the fit is futile.
The dust of this race will float,
In the perpetual frost of the aftermath.
All life, knowledge, and perception will sleep.
This clump of world will disperse,
Throughout the endless chill of space.
I have inhaled the smoke of Hades!
You all say I'm the devil,
But he says I'm a saint,
You all say that he loves me,
For something that i ain't
You all say I'm a nuisance,
Even lower than a weed,
But he says that I'm everything,
That he will ever need
He says that I am beautiful,
Even better than Cinderella,
But you say "Get your eyes checked mate,"
"Feel sorry for you fella"
He says that I am kind,
Even to the paparazzi,
But you all say that I am mean,
Three times worser than the Nazi
He promised me his everything,
His life, his heart, his all,
But what have you guys done for me?
You've tripped and made me fall
But I think that i should thank you,
Because in the end,
You've taught me how to be myself
And not to just pretend
Mirror image
You’re not the same
In the shape
But you lack the pain
Tag-a-long mirage
You don’t belong
Are you what was?
What it could be
A mimic of me
Does a soul reside
In your reflective hide
Do you even know?
Could you grow?
Or just adapt
If I change
You react
Are you reaching through?
A prison of glass
I've a question to ask
What side do you reside
What face has the brain
Where do I hide?
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