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Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
In the moment of present day bliss,
We wonder if the next day will still offer wealth,
Hoping that tomorrow can still possess gold.

The journey to good fortune is an unpredictable path,
Like rolling dice in a game of chance.

The future holds no guarantees,
Leaving tomorrow a mystified puzzle.

Forget about the mystery of the unknown,
Instead, move with the currents of the ocean,
Continuing in stride with each flow.
Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
Humanity emphasizes a need for titles,
Stressing highlights of one’s abilities.

Bragging rights are sparked by struggles,
Fighting barriers to earn the prize.

Just because a person lacks an award,
Talent can still exist with its potential to shine.

Individuals don’t need a degree to claim intelligence,
People don’t have to earn a trophy to proclaim athletic strength.

Having your name on a centerpiece is valuable,
But being happy with your capabilities is priceless.
Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
Society marks you with an unfair tag,
A sticker that hurts by its significance.

Stereotypes swing with deadly force,
Wounding the mind through violent words.

The imprint leaves a scar,
Registering unjustified opinions.

Fighting the infections of trauma,
Stigma tries to regenerate by cruelty.

Ruthless labels possess pointless messages,
Meaningless slogans with no conceptual definition.
Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
Questioning the rationality through agony,
Considering the exam an act of barbarism.

The quest determines individual character,
Examining morality during torturous times.

Answering to a higher power with bafflement,
Not understanding God’s plan when scars are inflicted.

We can doubt the unknown by hating the riddle,
But must realize that misery is the first course.

Never knowing when the track will steer into hope,
But people have to solve the puzzle through grace.

Even though God’s intention with happiness is confusing,
The concept that’s clear is there no easy road to God.
Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
The intersection is deadlocked,
Blocked by reality of living.

The overpass has fallen,
Causing a traumatic breakdown.

Life is at standstill,
With no traffic being averted.

Congestion on the highway becomes worse,
Thinking there will no solution on the streets.

When bridges collapse,
Destiny tends to find a new route.
Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
Lightning strikes twice,
Without rolling the dice,
And you pay the price.

It happened so fast,
A traumatic blast,
Causing overcast.

In the mist of rain,
Sparking pain,
Forcing a bloodstain.

At the end of the line,
Hope can shine,
Fighting for cloud nine.
Michael LoMonaco Apr 2017
Evil tries to slip by divineness,
Trying to intimidate virtuous standards.

Wickedness shows its cards first,
Attacking through deadly power.

Combating with no allegiance,
Because immorality stabs everyone.

As disloyal methods fight poorly,
Virtue comes to the battlefield.

Waging a war based on integrity,
Righteousness brawls through honesty.

Using dignified strategies to conquer enemies,
Never turning on a fellow soldier.

Virtue always prevails against vile ways,
As the unpopularity of sinfulness eventually falls.
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