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Tom Blake May 2017
Oh, the things I might have said and done
But
Didn't do or say,
All I did
Was it meant to be?
Was it "really" Me?

There's no time
There's Still time
What's coming next?

What
I
Am,
I'm dissatisfied,
Never too pleased with what I do.
I'm
Just a a mediocre guy
And,
I try
And I don't,
Try and don't.

I look around
See deeds I'd like to have done
Words I'd like to have said
People I'd like to be (: Jesus)
I'm never pleased, no, never pleased
With Me.

There are many things I'd like to say
I'm not saying,
Things I'd like to Do I'm not doing
Many ways I'd like  to BE I'm not being...

I'm
Not Being...
I'm not Being...

There's no time
There's still time
What's
Coming
Next?

Rebirth?
This is not recent expression
But feels like it!
Tom Blake May 2017
You,
Sit alone in your room
Head in hands in the gloom,
Your
Caring gone
And the will to live on,  
CEASED...
It's time to leave.

You tried to believe
Yes, you tried to believe,
In Love,
But,
Now you feel deceived.

For a long time it's been
This way
For you -
No rays of sunlight in your life!
Any joy is marred
By the sorrow in your heart
And,
No solace could  be sought anywhere.
But,
You tried to believe
Yes, you tried too believe,
In Love,
But,
Now
You feel deceived...

You, didn't want it this way -
To hate life!
Loose faith!
Feel
Betrayed!
You
Are
One
Of the many, many more
Who struggle hard to live each day
That
Comes their way.

Finally...

You,
Repose serene
In
Your room
On a unmade bed.

Outside,
LIFE
Carries on
As
Still
Lies
Your pallid form
Devoid
Of motion,
Thought
And pain...
Yes,
YOU
Tried to believe
Yes,
Tried to believe
BUT
LOVE
No more
Could you you see...

So,
YOU
Chose to leave.
!
Tom Blake May 2017
Should we not be praying
To the devil?
It's not unreasonable!
It's his/ entity, influence, in the world
That's causing such hellish things.

Should we
Not be appealing,
Entreating
Him
To
Consider His heart?
And,
Put a stop
To
The incessant evil and destruction
Of humankind?

In
The core
Of
his
Iniquity
IS there
A glimmer of good
Which
One
Could
Nurture,
With
The help of prayer,
Making that morsel
Of
Goodness grow?

Come on mankind
Get
Down on your
knees
And
Pray,
In unison,
For
The
Devil!

You
Are not being bad
On
The contrary, you are
Making efforts to save him
And so too
Save Mankind.

Jesus says to forgive your enemies.
The devil is
Our arch enemy.
The source
Of
All
Problems.

Let us persuade him
To give up his infernal rage.
Let him
Feel true love and concern.
He
Perhaps
Will
Yield and understand.

OR,

Is this a completely impossible
Unobtainable fantasy!
He, being too far gone
And
Beyond absolution?
Tom Blake May 2017
The man on the cross, ma...
Why,
Is he there?...
What
Did he do
That was unfair?
Did he
Commit
A
Horrendous crime?
Did he
Take
A life
Just
Like mine?...
Did
He
Hate
God,
God 's creation?...
Didn't HE
Just
Deserve incarceration?


He,
Doesn't appear aggressive at all!
He
Radiates peace
And
Has a glow...Who is this person I do not know?


Now,
Child
Since
YOU
Enquire,
The man in question is not a liar!
He
Didn't cheat, hurt or ****..
He,
Only
Did his  Father's Will,
Proclaiming,
HE
Was a king​ and come to Save ALL
Humankind...
Imparting Truth and Love,
That
Was
His crime.

It
Doesn't seem right, I know...
And,
You
Will witness's similar as through life you go.

Injustice
Is ALL over the land
And,
You will resent
So
Much
That's
Done by your fellow man!
And,
yOu
Will need guidance and consolation...
AND,
The
Man
On the çross is
Your,
And all of us,
Our
Salvation!
Tom Blake May 2017
I feel like a leafless tree
I feel like a dull grey sky
I feel like an abandoned child
I feel like a too tight tie.

I feel like a rusty train
I feel like an arrow with no aim
I feel like a tuneless tune
I feel like a creator on the moon.

I feel like a polluted sea
I feel like a shell with no pearl
I feel like an order less mass
I feel like an atomic blast.
Tom Blake May 2017
Tom's
Don't
Grow on trees,
And
Don't always come to teas,
Expessely nice ones like you!
Picking
Out the right ones is hard,
Just
Like picking out cards,
I think you are nice
JUST
Like Rice.


By J. Pickering
Child's poem to me which I treasure.
Tom Blake May 2017
Life,
You'll
Be
The
Death
Of Me.
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