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ryn  Oct 2017
Unjudged
ryn Oct 2017
You don't see my eyes...
They look away whilst my cheeks
with a band worn thin,
hold up this mask.

With effortless ease,
I maintain this smile
plastered upon the sheen
of cheap mouldable plastic.

Fooling others
with a face acceptable by default,
when my neck and collar
stain wet.

Protected and hidden
are my innermost thoughts
and emotions - a morbid
sense of oneness and freedom.

I, therefore, cannot shed
such an accoutrement.
This mask - a fort I will hold and
a bastion, I will not compromise.

Because behind it I feel safe, hidden
and unjudged.
Cat J Noyce Jan 2014
"Grow up!"  they said.
Time picked up an unwilling passenger,
And headed me down a path,
With no trace of childish fantasies.
My destiny, corrected.
Had I had my way.

Looking all around,
The roped path, present from the start,
Merged with the jungle unnoticed.
Alone and unguarded,
Dark fears come to mind.
My asylum, restored.
Had I had my way.

As time ticks on,
The slow creak of chain tightening join in.
Movement growing ever less.
My presence in ******* unwavering,
Would prove a fated hardship.
My freedom, a constant.
Had I had my way.

The wonders, the sights,
The clowns in the fair.
All morph into gross parodies,
Ridiculous and undignified,
Grown men in suits.
My ignorance, permanent.
Had I had my way.

Raindrops from heaven,
Once a signal for a game.
To sing; drenched and oblivious.
Now best left for the movies,
Where reality has less say.
My actions; unjudged.
Had I had my way.

"Grow up!" they said.
Change is a thief in disguise,
The Path of Fate treacherous.
My maturity; inevitable.
Time had had its way.
please, may i run?
with a wind in my lungs enough to fuel a truck speeding down
the highway and headed west to a place where imagery and
songs make lasting impressions; even on those who have never been there.
please, may i run?
grow tired of only dreaming in my sleep and with
blank stares at walls during NA meetings listening to a
fifty year old child speak of his glory days.
Please, may i run?
i need to be somewhere in order to be and it's
gotta be far from here because here there is no being.
please, may i run?
until the souls in my shoes are no more and left unjudged
for their actions or lack of.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
liz  Oct 2012
sans disturbance.
liz Oct 2012
Though my eyes be white
my thoughts be not
and I often imagine
our brains as one

and what’s on that mind
lies a single obsession
and to get there
we venture

being the gentleman
you begin our journey
and with coy words
you leave me guessing where we may end up
but assure we will arrive

but when you're worn out
I assist you
and show you
through tender touch and tongue
where we head

and finally we arrive
san disturbance
and our actions remain unjudged
TheMagicalHoe  Jan 16
Mercy
TheMagicalHoe Jan 16
I am nothing but a silent darkness,
Unheard and unseen, I wish to never return
Even when I leave, there's nothing to feel
Even then, I leave with no joy or glee;

I've been existing in Sheol alone,
The place of unjudged and abandoned,
Even God doesn't shine his light here,
I have been praying into the void;

No matter how or why I move,
I'm always where I was,
I am both Sisyphus and Hades,
The condemned and the executioner;

One fine day, the weight will do it's duty,
The human form is delightfully mortal,
The comedy finally completed,
Sheol will be empty and judged.
niamh  Sep 2015
Fake
niamh Sep 2015
I have lied my way
Through life
And spilled my truth
Upon these pages.
A persona presented
Face to face
Is lost within the ink
Of the pen.
Created by insecurities,
Derived from expectations
Unjudged by blank sheets.
Only those who read me
Truly know me.
Third Eye Candy Jun 2013
my days unbraid unjudged
they lurch from lust's tongue to the tip
and emit heaven's hum.  my thousand
is one, with the mercies of a thunderous slake
of thirst... a perpetual affection for your
worst; at best -
You have become
the One twin
of three things. what love has done
to be no thing -
you cannot fathom the pardon of such
human wanting.
but you can nevermore
have affection for summer
in the winter of our languid drum.
my singing comes.
what love has done to be Love
i have done, anon.
i have done all to please the ramparts
of your siege
but remain unloved.
KathleenAMaloney May 2016
Lost
I have found
Chords of Pathways
Home Again

Confusion of Disconnection
Swimming
In a Fish bowl
of Empty Desire
With the Worlds Eyes
A Peering Landscape  
Dissecting Innocence
Of Youths Dreams..

Offered escape
By an Eagles Beak
Of Death
I choose it
And saw the World
In the blessings
Of Its Beauty
Children on playgrounds
That I never had
Lovers in friendships
That I knew awaited
Revealings of Gods Word
I was ever called To say
Heart Lifting Beauty
People from everywhere
Majesty of Life
The Grace and Joy
Of Goodness
........ Pergemome
Loves Hope
Unjudged  
True Wealth

Once Held
Suddenly Taken
Family
God
Ministers Robe
Decisions Stole
Mind

My Beloved Freedom



My Lover
I seek
For this Walk
Gods Heaven
This Earth
Life
Sharing
Minds Eye

It is that which I seek
Home Again

One Voice
One Heart
Wonder
That I Am
Blessed Courage.. Faith
Lifes Eternity
Joy,
Loves  Eternity
Bliss

....My Brother Called..

His name was Sorrow
They called him
Satan
His Love
A Mothers Love
It is She
Who Sits with Him
To Know Faith
His Fathers Coming
My Brothers Hand
Lifted
Vietnam  
                      
He
Cried
Forgotten
And
Unknown
A Homeless Boy
A n Unbirthed Man
Creator of Life
With Song *****
His Rememberance
Now
Reclaimed Presence

Volunteer,
Innocence Of The Yes


Murdered Creation
***** Indignity
A Prison
Of
Unbecoming

Our Tears
His Witnessing
And Freedom

Absolved of Knowing
Victory
Meant more
Than Life
For No One
For my Brother Jimmy.. In the work of the Soul, we are called to go beyond the mirror of our own life
To the world beyond in the sharing of Loves Light thru witnessing , Justice, truth, Love
Aubrey lynn Apr 2013
I sleep to dream
the strange obscure odd
the close calm clash of skin
the beauty built memories
the expression of my fears
the faces distant in reality
the hopes projections life
I dream to live
in ignorant bliss on tragic days
in senarios built far beyond truth
in all i need power control
in glorious homes white regal
in dank rooms gyms banquets
in your his thier arms minds
I live to escape
where explanations unjudged
where brief unfolds to clarity
where confidence subconcious lies
I escape to lucidity
I am in control
Thandiwe Dec 2015
The simplicity of life is heavily veiled by the intricate challenges of life, leaves the soul broken and gasping at the possibility of a new life.

Better and masked with joy.

The homeless youth looking at life with vague eyesight,  sees no were beyond his unique DNA and instead succumbs to the prison of drugs.

Believes no further than what he was told and carries his dreams in the joint he smokes.

It puffs up and mingles with the clouds, escaping his head, reaching the Maker of a new beginnings.

We were never given a memo and were never expected to survive the cruelty that sunk its claws into our backs.
Dream further then your reality because that is were dreams reside.

As the years progress we need to worry....as it has been exposed...it only gets worse.

The Creator knows beyond this life, He gave this life and carries our lifes in His perfect Hand. The thoughts of Him no mind can imagine. It is said He breathed the stars into place, one of those stars being as big as Mount Everest, whole earth is merely the size of a golf ball when compared to its bigness....glorious and unimaginable, it's called Cannes Majories.

When the blows of life hit, we are never trained to fight, never ready to resist, we might sink but again the mass expects us to swim.

Is it even possible to see ourselves in their eyes, in His eyes....when the imperfections speak louder then our uniqueness.

Hold close those you love dearly and confine in their belief in you.

This world and life was never meant to be easy, love is what we dream of and live hoping we will one day be engulfed in the arms of our significant other.

Unjudged, undisturbed, in discriminated,  loved with everything that makes you who are.

So sudden time flies, leaving no room to expand and delve in the possibility.

This life we might not know, this time we may not know how to measure, some mysteries are left for the after life and the now is for the bold.

Secrets have no place in the open mouth of society  they always have something to say.

But who will you listen to......Battered and scared, hurt and perplexed as to why  bad things happen to good people....as the always say...

When a smile is all I could offer, in return a hot mess that leaves questioning my existence for as long as I'm breathing.

But wait, you have not robbed me, instead you peeled my eyes to see the world is ugly, not pretty and heavy laden by far worse abuse.

The challenges we face are greater than our intelligence, as they say only the bare and brave survive.

Day by day bad is reported, announced for the world to know we are heading for the worst.

We look at sights of our yester years and burn with deep sorrow, how did we survive.

The human being is clearly designed to handle far more then we can imagine.

Hold no reservations to what love can do...what God can do.

Crossing racial barriers and cutting deep into the fibres of the ******* propaganda.

There is no room for hate...how can there be when the simple things are free.

The teachers of faith tell us  so much truth and yet the heart fails to nurture the truths they speak.

The world seems to attract more then repel, we ought to listen yet it seems far from reach.

Time...They say heals all wounds, does it really?

Perhaps it does but fears has cemented our feet in the mess of our decisions.
Naomi  Jul 2019
my pencil stills
Naomi Jul 2019
I sit near the window.
Searching for some inspiration to clear my restless mind( As someone looks for me)
But all I can do is reminisce and overthink
I seem to live in a movie
where I... I'm the main character?
and who looks?  I really don't know
is it god?
Is it me from the future?
Is it the bee near the lilac flower drowning in golden honey?
Is one their own audience? how uneventful.....
People ask me who I am when no one's watching.
But all I do is sit near the window and dream about who's watching.  
I never truly feel alone.
Unjudged.
iT's all to impress the fool who watches as I sleep.
it's all for our selfish ways and thoughts,
Who are we really?

Let me sip my now lukewarm coffee and question my purpose, maybe that may entertain my audience who tries to define who I am before I even know.
You live a serious, secret life, a life that only you know about, a life unknown to man. This life is full of pain and happiness, love, and betrayal, this life you were king, you were powerful, but in this life there's a trouble, a trouble you don't even know about, a distraction only they can see, this life you are gay, you are different but in this life everybody is different, this life is abnormal, unknown to man special in your mind, crazy In your heart, but what's so secret in this world isn't the love, pain, happiness, betrayal, but it's you, because you aren't you the same as they aren't them, you get me now.
There is a life unknown to man, spectacular in the mind of the believers, but a joke to those who refuse to see reality, sanctuary for the weak, but a joke to the strong, peace for the judged, another joke for the unjudged, there is a life unknown to Man, unknown to creature but only, and only if you believe, you shall see, and your imagination shall open.

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