A lie is fake
The truth is real
A lie will mask
What truth reveals
A lie is *****
The truth is clean
The lie lays in shadow
The truth beams
You are the liar
I am the truth
The lie is easy
The truth cuts through
You can't face mine
I don't want yours
One cut too far
But what do I lose?
Not much lost
Nothing gained
No more lies
No more pain
You are fake
I am real
You can't mask
What I reveal
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
You play an integral part in the
Blueprint of creation
From the beginning until the end
God is relentless in his persuit to
Bring you back to him
Never mind what you do
Right or wrong
The only thing that God won't
Interfere with is your free will
To choose.
Forever under the shadow of his mighty wings
You are all included in
God's Infinite Bucket List
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
Someone recently
asked me
what do I
think about
modern dating?
I responded by
saying we live
in a culture mired
in instant gratification,
i call modern dating
fast food dating
high volume dating
low nutrition dating
We constantly consume
But are forever
more
and
more lonely,
we do not spend
the time to build
value in our own
soul,
love in our hearts ,
so we come to a
relationship taking
and taking and taking
instead of giving.
Fundamentally
selfishness is the
massacre of
all relationship,
and our culture
specializing in crowning
self ruler of all.
And selfishly
we surmise that
We are all
Kings
and
Queens
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,
A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.
Creeping memories, broken promises, an absence, simply a word would do the trick,
As you drown into the starry night, you're ****** with the realisation that you're left with nothing,
The voices are getting louder, but the night grows colder, lonelier,
You stare into the void as you try to find a voice to speak.
They always say that when it shatters, you won't know strangling from choking,
But to you it was like breathing in shredded glass and no pain can come as near.
For whom they ask are you bleeding?
'Leave me be, let me be' you beg and you plead.
You pick yourself up,
You keep it in,
You walk home,
And tomorrow's noon you feel the tears streaming because
It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,
A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
we live in times
that make it difficult
to differentiate reality from fiction
not in the field of literature
where borders always have been fluid
but in quotidian discourses
of politicians television internet
speakers present unproven attitudes
as if they were reality unquestionable
and they get huffy and evasive
if proof comes out that they are wrong
they claim that they have been misquoted
or at least misunderstood
and even if they do recant
this never hits the front page of the medium
but somewhere inside mixed with trivialities
few people check
so it seems to be up to every one of us
to use our brains and bother
whether the data we are being served
are edible or rotten
bccause these speakers
seem to have forgotten
what communication is about
we need to really understand each other
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
This story you'll hear, could be one of a kind
But no matter how clear, it's like leading the blind
Down through a chamber, I find, when I'm dreaming
Stuck in my mind, or a daze, with no meaning
Something I witnessed, without any truth
As I sat by myself, all alone, on the roof
Listened to magpies, chirping with joy
Three for a girl?, Four for a boy?
In black and white?, or so they seem?
Then under the light, I saw traces of green
A sign I had seen her, and given the choice
As bold as the magpies, raising their voice
With nothing between her, and no great divide
The grass became greener, on the other side
The magpies had joined, then one became two
But this one had swooped down in bright shades of blue
The colours tell secrets, but to the trained eye
One represents grass, one mimics the sky
Then as if by nature, they were a couple
Flying together, revealing a purple
A gift when you worship the smallest of things
Lifting your spirits, then spreading your wings
Each little magpie, has stories to tell
And I know that deep down, you have one as well
You're holding in something, with traces of gold
Are you seven for a magpie, never to be told??? **
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Your pain is overwhelming,
I know you’re tired and confused,
For how could someone express such love,
Only to tear your soul in two?
Nothing will make sense right now,
And with every breathe you’ll ache,
For how could God give so much at once,
Only to take so much away?
But perhaps He had no hand in this,
Or suppose maybe He did,
If you’ll trust He knows His plan for you,
And no evil from Him is hid,
He knows the depth of pain you’re in,
For it measures the joy you’ll know,
So pray for those who’ve hurt you heart,
Soon they will reap all they have sowed.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC