My next project will be
From where it begins
To try to explore, where the seeds are
To unveil who showed it
To confirm if it is heritable?
To witness how fast it grows
Is that us who tame ego,
Or does ego tames us?
Does ego dies before the possessor?
Tracking the loud voice
Tracking the grandeur side
Dissecting skin deep
Relating all connections
Done exclusive on humans
Ego never discuss
It stays ahead
We are the one
We tame ego
Understanding is the antidote
Genre: Structural Abstract
Theme: Being Human.
Show me that Person
Who don’t have ego
I can introduce
Why he/she is a saint.
Everyone wants to create beauty
Too scared and disgusted to show the ugliness of this world
To paint the picture of the true gore and greed
Of the hate that the world is built on
Everyone wants to make something beautiful
No one wants to paint with the **** greens and brown of sickness and War that plagues the earth
No one wants to
Yet some do
Some are brave
Speak as they wish
Not everyone turns a blind eye
To the **** truthful side of life
While still being able to see the beautiful lie
Unlike Moses, we should live…
with unveiled faces, letting
the Light of our Faith shine;
as His Children, we’re getting
favor among men; with clear eyes,
smiles and a bright disposition,
our efforts will be pleasing unto
The Lord, as we honor His position
as King of kings; He divinely rules
and reigns in our lives and hearts.
His holy promises remain steadfast
and His Holy Spirit will never depart
from us; as His human candles, our
unveiled faces pierce the darkness,
wherever our journey takes us; therefore,
let us shine… with His righteousness.
Exo 2:25; Prov 3:4, 8:35; 2 Cor 3:18
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
And she did it again!
The medal glowed around her neck,
Her face was lit up like
A hundred candles burning together.
In the corner of the same room.
His sacrifice had been fruitful.
The girl had lived to become a doctor.
Her mind was filled with gratitude,
For the unknown who had saved her life,
He leaves the room,
Hoping that the truth will never be unveiled.
And thus his sacrifice will be hidden from the world.
Hark the night awakens,
The dawn lost,
Darkness cloaks her heart once more,
A breath leaves her,
Her voice chokes her,
She is too cynical,
She’s begun to lose herself,
In a labyrinth she is tossed into,
She knows no escape,
For now, the night calls
With the promise of
*An everlasting darkness.
Written a year ago, forgive the lack of taste.
— The End —