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William Smith Poem
"I Say To The"
Can you see me?
Your eyes open but not wide.
Ears finding sound tho the message still hides.
Things we take for granted on the outside,
easily turn against you.
Feeling they were forgotten, left behind.
The home which they once kept safe,
now becomes their purpose, only reason to exist.
They're very plan formed from anger, envy, and hate.
Its name was chosen to mock its creator.
First born son, air to the throne.
Introduces his child to his Grandfather,
"Father I would like you to meet my creation,
his name is Perfection.
Perfection meet your Grandfather,
my Dad.. Time."
What once was all for one and one for all,
Time passes on the deed,
his throne, to his youngest son of the two..Truth.
A choice made for them all.
Tradition broken, sowing a seed in the eldest,
so begins Sins plot against time.
Setting the table for 3, hiding in the food prepared for all to eat.
Sin hands that lie first to his brother.
"Hope you enjoy what I have made for you truth.."
"Thank you Sin, you have done an amazing job creating this,
what seems to be such a beautiful feast."
As Time comes Set, together the family as One,
he gives his Blessing,..
"Boys let's eat!"
What lies beneath,..
Meant to take all from each..
Time stands still....
Truth becomes iIl.
Sin smiles...
His father sees all..
what was hidden, also what was taken away...
Times trust he gave to his children,
at no cost,..
it was free...
Using the gift against its giver,
as blessing or so it would appear to be,
a present underneath the tree.
Sins offspring, harmless seeming weak.
"Little Lamb Little Lamb".. Grandfather calling out to the,.. H
Hiding from time, the truth which was sowed in him..
Patiently Waiting until called...
Revealing to his father,..
Sin Speaks,
"Hope you enjoy watching my son,
Perfection..
As he devours your chosen 1!!
Now my son, you have my blessing..
Take Truth as your thanksgiving feast...!
FEAST NOW MY SON! TEAR HIM APART!! PIECE BY PEACE!!..
WTSJR23 10/31
Copyright © William Smith | Year Posted 2019
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Ears, two appendages I fear,
pressure applied against the one who steers.
Pain distracts all sight,
light drives agony into effect.
Tears fall as visions fade, Strength summoned deep within,
pain ascends.
Blinded beneath tragic grief.
Heart cold, no emotion shown.
Imprisoned in manic thoughts that do not belong,
Questions of existence?
Destiny calls out to me in the night,
"OH wanderer wandering the deep, these
vast oceans await the lost, forgotten, and meek."
Signs seen in passing,
Symbolic interpretation signal with Marks,
Translation to be known;
"WARNING! TO ALL WHO SEE!! DANGER!! WOE!!
A CASTAWAY WAS (X), BEWARE! BEWARE!
OBJECTS LYE IN WAIT THAT ARE MUCH CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.
A COAST DRAWS NEAR!! STRICKEN LAND,
THIS PLACE IS A SANCTUM FOR DEPRESSION AND FEAR.
GOD IS GOOD! A MESSAGE TO BE HELD DEAR"
Closed remarks left on stone,
his vessel Abruptly he meets the pier.
(X) Days turn to weeks, tones claimed by sound,
whispering air begins to creep.
Growing louder the more I flee.
Solace felt only in shade, free shelter given
Underneath the mustard tree.
Exhaustion gives way,
lost, an abandoned hunger pains slowly speak.
with hope in a prayer, faithful to his belief,
suddenly entering a deep realm,
where honesty finds a poisonous leach.
If left untreated,
not found all senses would eventually cease to be.
Into blackness he fades,
nightmares become reality a voice echoes out ringing through the void of space. " My dreams, they dwell inside this place. "
Inception from the night gives way to perception at Day light,
once again awakened into another writhing strife.
Motivation becomes a vice. The decision is made, to face ALL fear.
So He greets them directly, natural and fair.
staying true with honor,
wielding bravery creates an awkward stare.
Subliminal coding Both hear.
Lack of sound, images will appear.
Now the rules are clear.
At life's start the line reads
"LIFE RECORD: HOPE+2 FEAR-21- BEWARE OF THE SPEAR."
Enemy of my enemy surrounded,
with weapons forged and sharpened against me
taking turns one by one they slice.
A crucial mistake is made.
PAIN... when used as a KEY,
opens up the doorway "REMEMBRANCE"
above the entrance,
opens up the sea.
With infinite choices that lead to moments of
what is or what soon shall be.
Will of instinct a question of a Souls might.
"Do I flee like a coward taking flight?
Or stand firm and tall through the fire?"
DESPITE THE GIANTS HEIGHT!!!
YEA YEA,Till my last breath I choose to FIGHT
Copyright © William Smith | Year Posted 2019
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Come back to me oh ye lost children,
Of every race and every nation..
The Father calls out to His creation.
Through prophetic messages within lamentations,
In so much pain and desperation.
Through all of your trials and tribulations,
Testimony gives birth to revelations.
A sacrificial lamb planned prior to preparation,
Such a precious gift was laid upon the cross of devastation.
Beneath a tree,.. next to its base
A peaceful present, left in its place.
Words clearly seen appear on its face,
From: The Way and the Truth (King of the Jews)
To: You.. My saving grace.
The wicked desires inside my heart,
Now binded with his might.
Springs to life.. a transformation by light,
That old man withers.. his journey ends with night,
A new man by day becomes love at first sight.
Resting place, I’m right where I belong.
Filled with joy.. sitting upon His throne,
Past transgressions were once pondered on.
Salvations wipes away all of my wrong.
Signaling that troubled times are gone,
Now a faithful redeemer.. just singing my song.
“God is good all the time!! And all the time God is good!!”
Copyright © William Smith | Year Posted 2021
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