Hormones
I like to add 200g of
the ingredient uncritical secreting hormones to
all tin soups. I might think about adding
stress response too.
than being an uncritical thinker and uninformed about the world around one
is to be a critical thinker and informed about the world, but at the mercy of
the uncritical thinker and the uninformed.
I love the ones that march
in place of those who stop...
of those who seek the truth
In doubt...
I love the beauty that too
appreciate the beauty of others...
of those who love life
and fight for it...
From those who listen and promote
people...
of the uncritical
in vain, and do not humiliate
the similar...
Those who create and care
do nor forsake others
on the streets...
Through fields of flowing barley.
Down muddy grassy banks.
Reflecting upon reflections,
on crystal clear streams
Wishing to weep,
between wilting elusive trees.
silence
Pure;
I can breathe again.
let anger sleep,
oh please let anger sleep.
Free from man soulless decay,
And uncritical mind,
That bleeds me dry day after day.
and let the anger sleep
oh please let the anger sleep.
True Identity (By:Josner Saintil)
There are girls who go about
With short skirts and unauthentic hair
To get them, many men would fight and shout,
Yet they are not regal or fair.
They do what they see others do
They dress sinfully or to attract attention,
Following the crowd absentmindedly,
Just makes a mindless girl with no identity.
There are boys who get girls easily
Pants always below their waists
Not really knowing what Love is
Only lust for a pretty face.
Tattoos and gold teeth
Trouble, weed, and going to jail foolishly.
But a grown man with no future, Just makes a hoodlom with no identity.
Many let the world and music change them.
Thinking that a club
Is more important than education.
Trying to live like rap stars
All mindless fools
'Cause not knowing what you stand for clearly,
Just makes an uncritical thinker with no identity.
Those who stand out from the rest,
With great thought for tomorrow,
Those who see the world for more than it is,
Knowing that this is a world of sorrow,
Where dog eat dog in any way,
But still work and dream for a better day.
Those who know who they are and going; their destiny,
Are those with TRUE IDENTITY!
A glance across a void; a heartbeat trips,
a longing from within her essence yearns.
From Cupid’s bow on rose stained satin lips,
unfaltering, a tender smile returns.
No words in fury, or raised voices plied;
the certainty of eyes forever kind;
no restiveness when tears of sorrow cried,
as unvoiced ear drinks tales of troubled mind.
A strong yet silent presence reassures;
unquestioning, uncritical and staid,
still through the lapsing years as life matures,
unchanging as past mem’ries are replayed.
In frames of time-suspended happiness,
lie photographs of love … no more … no less.
**sometimes, all that remains is a treasured photograph
Judge us Lord, in unequal measures
weight not all our unnumbered sins.
Our offences lying unjustified
as our private eternity ends.
Tip the scale in mankind’s favor
with love and blessing You bestow.
In our great trials, be our defender
keep us Lord, in divine control.
Extol the souls that came before us
in their reverance of your law.
As celestial routes of time have tested,
as the tested below veneration fall.
All but one has fallen short
yet, each one has heard Your name.
Blind your eyes to our shortcomings,
uncritical words, be it our shame.
Amen to this our cherished memories
for the destiny of each reverent soul
will be to rest in eternal slumber
with God’s love to make us whole.
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