A swampy lake
Flowering lotus
Swarming snakes
In the deep waters

Pink and white
Within my sight
Glowing bright
Emotions fight

Reaching out to get a bloom
Standing at the shore of my doom
This heart is mesmerized already
Mind unfocused yet on steady

One step a time
"Snakes", this is no crime
Let me take one bloom
From your flowering lake room

I feel the crawl
Between my legs
Pacing without fall
Yet my lips beg

Plucked by hand
The brightest bloom
Now reaching the land
Infront, stood my doom

With eyes opened wide
Am still safe on land
My dream, a guide
Now buried in sand...


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The hands of a giver
Like our Lord
Flows like a river
Pushes us forward
We the receiver
Beings of today
Believe a deceiver
Dramas everyday
Dark days drown you
Trustworthy left few
You cry and pray
He listens what you say
Delivers from evil
Yet you're led by devil
In dark holes
You hide like moles
Found by the cops
Beaten from bottom to top
Heavy dose on drugs
You lay on wet rugs
Cry till your tears dry
It's about time to try
Kneeling down
Like a messy clown
Asking for forgiveness
From our Lord God
You yell out your grieveneses
And utter the good words
The prayer cleanses your soul
Sparks light in the dark hole
You feel the hand touch
Thankful so much
The evil being cast out
While your soul comes about
At the feet of our Lord
You deliver reverence
To the almighty God...

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Throw him scraps from the table.
Feed him tiny morsels off the lean.
Offer him last dregs from the barrel.

He’ll take anything you’d part with...
For his eyes are blindfolded,
and his mouth sewn shut.

He sees yet he doesn’t know.
He fights but he does not say.

He can only piece together so much
from mere dribs and drabs.

So toss this crow some loose change...
Clothe this jackal in complete rags,
And hand this vulture his just desserts.

He’ll swallow whatever you’re willing give him...



Because he can no longer bear
being left in the dark.