"decieve" poems
Fabricated.
Fictitious.
A fake floating feeling
Falls short
Of my fleeting fantasy.
This insidious infirmity
Isn't what I intended.
I've been inflicted
With internal indisposition.
In need of an ideal identity.
Who am I without
This ****** to make me whole?
How do I heave my heart
Away from this hole?
Have you seen how hard this is?
But it's been short of a year,
Of believing I can simply be.
And before I break
Bleed me of my bane.
And for me, bear no malice.
Tightly take me
Away from my terible tempest.
Time tells me it's time to stop.
Too long I've tortured my tenemet.
Tame the tantrum tearing through me.
Sober seems strong,
But it's systematic survival.
Stopping the surrender
To something stimulating.
Learning to stand sedated.
No I'm no longer numb.
No longer neglecting my need
For new novcane.
Knowing I'll never need
This vaccine again.
You are all my ambition.
Dispelling my ailments
And afflictions.
I am hard to adore, I know.
You are my new addiction.
You have me dreaming,
Praying we are real.
Made me feel.
Don't decieve my brittle belief.
Keep me, don't leave.
I'm not the kind to fly.
For you i'd try to dive.
Unafraid I might die.
I don't hide from the night.
This is what I've been trying to find.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Broken flesh, infected in dissolute.
We tend to dispute our vision of the world seeing only black and white.
Our eyes decieve us blatantly concealing the harmonic view of a one race with different shades.
Philia filling my heart with philosophies of what love actually is.
Conforming to the emotions of our soul drifting towards carnality.
Seduced by the luring sweet scent that our desires tend to offer often leading to our spirits fatality.
A promise is yet to come. A sacrifice made for us with the Annointed One hanging under inri. We forget our mistakes are not irreversible and He gave us the chance to live with Him for eternity.
Agape. The love so beautiful its tangability pushes us towards Him even when our lifes are resisting. His love being the cure to my absence and His peace being the sustainter of my life...so who am i to barricade you from His real love.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
The Rent-a-Mob loonies, the gangsters and the Racists
damaged scums of society and contemporary politics
Ignorant arrogant sociopaths who want it all for nothing
Indulgent wasters in nation awashed with opportunities
In idle union they scream, feed us poor and **** the Rich
Strangers come Poland, Bulgaria, India and all over
to work in farms, hospitals, hotels and Constructions
Building futures and faring in endeavours with sweat
Crimson gangs and Renta Mobs states we serve nobody
**** the wealth makers, **** the parasites and let's drink
Our shyster gangs of Revo-comrades and malcontents
See killing fields, whereas strangers toil and find rich pickings
Our Revos Distract, confuse, sow seeds of dissent, make strife
Blame all others, lie and decieve, fling indulgent political turds
Rent brainwashed Mobs,into ***** bridgard to do their ***** work
We all know life is unfair and even roses have imperfections
Some are born to riches in spades and some born to beggars in dusts
Those with time, sit and ask God why, just a fact of life to accept
But from dust has risen billionaires, whilst riches have made duds
Insane Crimson sits in spurious guise and odious fallacy playing God
Yeh, **** the Rich and feed the poor, why hide and use Rent a mob
Why not air your case in broad daylight and stand your conviction
The coward you are knows it hold no sanity for those with sense
Except for thieves, the workshy and wasters who cheat to survive
In your city of merits aplenty, Revo-crimson is beneath contempt
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
You intrigue,
With your unsubtle unsettled intent to decieve,
Breadcrumb clues
Your gender;
(don't care)
Your age
(don't care, but oft
Insightful)
<>
Only two things do I require;
Any name you wish to provide,
(So intriguing, always a poem in & of itself),
And from where you hale/hail,
So my imaginings can fly to you
With full embrace
<>
Sunday
July 20th
2025
Still & Quiet
in the sunroom
S.I.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
A litre of cider later
And its like nothing matters
The good memories are fading
And the dreams are tattered
And shattered
But nonetheless gone,
Down the drain, the sink, my throat
you wring with your cold dead hands
and your heartless plans
to decieve and manipulate
but i still persist
the love, torment
hence
One litre of cider later,
im by myself still
watching, waiting for the phone to ring
i pop another pill
to fill
me with joy and happiness
but all i feel is haze
as everything swirls the days
sweep by
if only it was faster.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 2:03 PM UTC
The life you see an Believe
Everything has meaning and purpose
Between Divine entity, Gods Grace, or heaven itself
Lies are spread to decieve you
To force a belief system
To blind you from fact and truth
The fact of a bigger reason
The fact of a higher being
I'm living my destiny
I'm here speaking a truth
I'm telling you
Wether skinny or fat
Wether cold or hot
Wether blind or having perfect vision
Fight for what you think is fair
Let these words guide you right from wrong
Them steps forward
Them clocks ticking
All come down to a yes or no
Did you make this or are you not real?
A little story
Trapped in a body trapped in a soul I'm a force field no escape looking out not in facing God Himself neverending visions life an death peering through the looking glass perception deception non stop people have failed I'm stuck in a womb with no voice suddenly a door opens lights creeps in my eyes opened staring at a man finally I'm free take me from this slumber wake me up show me what I've longed for begged to feel sun shining dawning on me here we are looking at God Himself oh Lord bless you everyday I'm thankful thankful to just breathe an touch the breeze I promise I'll make you proud...
I hope someday you see what I see
I pray you will believe what I believe
We're on this together
No matter how long we have
At least we have a chance
To face the hands of time
To turn back the tides
My love keep me close and held dear
So when I'm no longer here
Look west
Say we tried
Died
We will always remember
The day we were all saved
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 7:23 PM UTC
You know me for who I am
Not the title that I have
I'm the girl who breaks the rules
And I got that from my dad
I don't sit back and take what's left
I go and grab life and I go
My title doesn't define me
I reap the seeds I sow
I might be a Preacher's Daughter
I don't do the things I oughta
That is him, not me
I believe what I believe
I lead my life not to decieve
God shed your light on me
Life is out there for the taking
I'm who I am, I am not faking
He is who he is and I am me
Take me as I am or leave me be
Daddy knew the things I did
I've told my sins and some I've hid
The acorn fell away from this old tree
He is who he is, and I am me
I might be a Preacher's Daughter
I don't do the things I oughta
That is him, not me
I believe what I believe
I lead my life not to decieve
God shed your light on me
I know heaven holds my place
But, they may never see my face
I live the live I live that's all I say
I don't live for tomorrow, just today
I know wrong and I know right
One day I may see the light
The direction that I choose is up to me
But, until that day comes just let me be
I might be a Preacher's Daughter
I don't do the things I oughta
That is him, not me
I believe what I believe
I lead my life not to decieve
God shed your light on me
I might be a Preacher's Daughter
I don't do the things I oughta
That is him, not me
I believe what I believe
I lead my life not to decieve
God shed your light on me
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
If so how much?
Would you die for me?
Would you put down the drugs?
Would you answer my questions?
Would you answer them truthfully?
Do you love me?
I dont know why I ask
You cant hear me
Your dead to me
You died when you walked away
Leaving me in soiled diapers
Hungry and crying
How else am I suppose to feel?
Why did you do it?
Was it easy?
When were you goiong to comeback?
Do you love me?
Or are you just bullshiting me?
Whats the point of this?
Always feeling ander and hate
Pain is the reasons for them
Because Im still that lost kid
Still looking for his mother
But she's passed out on the couch
Did you try to quit?
Did you really want me?
Was I even important?
Do you know anything about me?
What were you thinking?
Were you thinking at all?
Your nothing to me now
Just the woman who gave me life
I dont have to love you
Or waste my time with you
You dont know me
And I dont care to learn anymore about you
Do you love me?
Did you ever?
Is my father my real father?
Did you decieve him as well?
What did I ever do to you?
Is my life worth living as your son?
You lied to me
You decieved my siblings
You tainted my world
And ruined my heart
Im sick of you
So for once tell me the truth
No more questions
Because I know you wont answer them
Your pathetic you know that
You dont love and never did
So why bother
Thinking about you everyday?
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
I escape the recesses of my mind,
But my throughts keep me in a bind.
The thoughts I resist,
While my mind insists.
Step by step, I dive deeper into the depths,
Where my secrets are kept.
You say, "release your mind."
And I ask, "with what time?"
For me, the experience, much like a casted fishing line, allure;
For you, I imagine, is more like a detour.
Or so I perceive...
But will you leave?
Left to grieve
Trapped with a mind to decieve.
What will I receive?
A brighter day I hope,
Or a moment where even I can gloat.
Little flames flicker in the sea of dark,
Shadows dance in the shape of sharks.
Nipping away at the light,
Only myself in sight.
"Open your eyes, it'll be alright."
A hand grips tight,
Giving the strength lacking from my own might.
My heart takes flight,
Down a path that feels right.
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC
Jessie is seventeen.
She's still in school.
Her prospects are good, her future looks bright.
She likes to act cool,
As long as she deceives her feelings inside.
Jessie is seventeen.
She makes music.
It takes the strain of the words she's victim of.
She writes about conflict,
To try to make her life imaginary, her life without love.
Jessie is seventeen.
She sits at her piano.
Moving her hands along the ivory keys, keeping inspired.
She sometimes draws an arrow,
Allowing her fingers to slice and cut on the wire.
Jessie is seventeen.
She likes the smell of home baking.
If you cut your grass, she compliments the fresh scent.
She finds perfumes totally breathtaking,
When eating oranges, she takes in the aroma of each segment.
Jessie is seventeen.
She has sensitive teeth.
Ice cream is too cold, it sends up a pain.
She worries about what lies beneath,
And prefers it if the taste isn't too plain.
Jessie is seventeen.
She sees a lot.
For someone so young, she's been witness to much.
She got herself caught on a dodgy plot,
And uses her body, for her mind, as a crutch.
Jessie was seventeen.
She wanted to learn.
Her prospects were good, her future is bright.
Jessie was cool.
She managed to decieve her feeling inside.
Jessie was seventeen.
She felt things inside.
Society heard her cries,
But did not listen to her when she tried.
Now Jessie has left for a better life.
Where she'll no longer need to hide.
Yes, that's right, Jessie died.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
i feel so tired
there seems to be a lack of oxygen
have the demons all conspired
to make me their kin?
is it their whispers that sway my opinion?
i fight back the tears that my heart wants to release
i fight a battle of the mind, and all i want is peace
but it sickens me to think that i have this disease
so the medication seems to be working,
but the dosage is what they might have to increase
you don't know.
but thats quite alright.
it is mutual, and i don't think of you as my foe
please, i don't want to fight
i have the scars all over my body
that tell of past pain
and deep inside i know that i'm a druggie
use and abuse, just like any other ******
my heart feels as if it's sinking into an ocean
but inside i feel i have an inkling notion
that i have to fight this war
i have to survive through the bombs, and than even more
the swords pierce my flesh
i quickly wish that i was dead
but all of this, it's all just in my head
i keep going.
the words are continuously flowing.
and here i am, not even knowing--
what i am supposed to do next
when i feel as if i'm so terribly vexed
but to keep on keepin on is what is best
i don't even mind if i fail the test
we'll just have to find out whats left of the rest...
and i don't write these words for you to read
i write them because i feel the need
to let it out
before i turn into one of those demons;
to begin to scream and shout
for i do not want to hurt you
the way that i have been hurt
but even the most beautiful of flowers need the dirt
so i push my way up through the soil
all of the worlds gravity feels as if it's weighing me down
i am soon facing the hatred and turmoil
but i try not to frown
and i feel as if the smile is faux--
like the ones on a clown
painted up to decieve thee
all to make you think i am happy
and i am.
i am.
i am only human.
i am, and was born into sin.
i am no where near perfect.
i am an addict.
i am kirsten.
i am an enemy, but i want to be a friend.
i am bipolar.
i am living on the border.
i am faced with trials and tribulations.
i am prescribed numerous medications.
i am happy.
i am sad.
i am the words you are reading.
i am the smile thats so easily decieving.
i am the epitome of me;
does that have a meaning?
now the tug of war seems to be misleading
i am swaying from side to side
while others see my pain, i see them grieving.
but my emotions are what i try to hide.
i don't want to have to see them leaving;
i feel so alone inside.
i have a pain only i can feel,
and no, i do not want you to understand.
and no, i do not want you to walk in my shoes.
but won't you please take my hand?
help me forget all the past abuse...
Jan 7, 2010
Jan 7, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
Y our a pathological liar
A pretending villen in disguse
Your muse is attention
Your a puppet master with your snake eyes
Weak when you stand alone so you grasp at another
There you are, standing on thier shoulders
Can't you be man and learn from your mistakes
No, you only look to find whats there for you to take
Its not that you left me
Loved me, but was pretending
Its that you can't even admit
The worthlessness that you yourself has commited
Honesty you say
You stood by and were a man
But you lied your *** off until the very end
The whole entire time
It was a plan of torture
Every smile and every nod
Every insult and every blunder
You chose to decieve
And continue going on
Even if our togetherness was truely wrong
If it was over for you
Why didn't you leave me
I'm not a piece of glass
Your not going to break me
Your a coward
Plain and simple
The truth hurts maybe
But your a fool and you lost in this game baby
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
White as a sordid awakening
Hollow, shallow, swallows
Me like an aged cavern
When mother comes in
She is scared to find me
Pale and blue
The window is a hole
Curtains like bedraggled women
Clutch at themselves
She stumbles through a gathering
Of talkative charcoal
And pastel on the floor
Scattered and sallow
Turpentine twists in sweet sashes
Round and round her neck
She calls, wavering already
Diving obliquely through the sea
She reaches for me on the mattress
In the bookshelf,
Behind easels, pallete
Beneath the bridge of the table
A thousand gales of hues blow
Ruffling a thousand shadows
Thousand murmurs decieve her
Into breathing relief.
I see her heart a flickering flame:
Waves of my deathlessness
Shove her around.
Mother, mother, come closer
I call from the lean wooden
Parapet of the canvas
I dance her about in the sky
Stroke the hair, as
She cries, holding my solidity
Thin, bony; her hands shake
Like factory floors
Rancid blooms of a stubborn faith
Scotch her oak-brown skin
And all the walls watch our show
Disintegration occurs
As she searches for me
Kicking clatter and dust around
I a pebble in the pebbles of me
She picks, examines, throws
Picks examines, throws
All while tumbling
Into into into the stench
Of my keen blue decay
Brushstroke, word, scream and plea
She takes all the noise along
Into the beautiful world
Gaunt, I crawl clawing out
I am monster now
And she is painted.
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 10:55 AM UTC
She is a mystery
She is.. the greatest form of poetry
She, who would rather hide than be seen
Holds no beginning and knows no end
She comes to life when everything around her appears to be dead
She makes me feel a high, electric, body rush
She creates goosebumps down my spine with just the slightest touch
She dreams
She believes
She is someone you can't decieve
She sees the lies, beneath your eyes
She is someone you can't run from or can't hide
She is the never ending memory that takes refuge inside my mind at night
She is gold
She is light that fills my soul
She is peace that keeps me in control
She is gentle
Her body is a temple
Mounted on the highest pedestal
Without reason to ever feel resentful
When I'm high
When I'm coming down
When I'm feeling sentimental
She is there
She is pure
She is rare
She is someone for whom I will always care
And through it all
She just might
She just maybe
The One
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
The fear I have on Christmas Eve
Is one most have, I do believe
They tell my truth and don't decieve
Of visits from three spirits
Christmas future, present, past
Come for a night and do not last
It takes three hours and goes by fast
But, they are not the one I fear
Who will be my Jacob Marley?
Who will be my initial ghost?
Will it be my Uncle Charlie?
Who will be my spirit host?
Spirits three are set to come
the first to arrive at the stroke of one
It won't be long till the night is done
I don't know why they came to me
Nightmares and visions while I'm sleeping
From spirits who do not come creeping
I lie here hidden, softly weeping
It happens every Christmas Eve
Who will be my Jacob Marley?
Who will be my initial ghost?
Will it be my Uncle Charlie?
Who will be my spirit host?
My past is fine and present too
I know I'm fine, so how are you?
The past is old, holds nothing new
It's the future that needs changing
Three spirits come and three will go
The winds come too and they sure blow
My room is always full of snow
I just wish they'd shut the window
Who will be my Jacob Marley?
Who will be my initial ghost?
Will it be my Uncle Charlie?
Who will be my spirit host?
I wake up early Christmas Day
What I saw last night, I cannot say
I'll do my best and change I may
But, if not....they'll be back next Christmas.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
I watch from a distance
and cannot believe
how their lies
powerfully decieve
us
into hating each other
killing one another
sometimes I think
why even bother
but I simply had enough
of watching this every day every single time I open the television or a stupid newspaper, so much hatred and stupidity and not suprisingly, no humility.
this is a call
this is a call
to everyone, like you, like me
this is a call
to tear down the wall
smash down the towers
and watch them fall
this is a call
this is
our voice
no uniform
no shows
no act
just a voice,
and one day
just like the israelites destroyed the walls of Jericho
we will destroy them.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Invoices received.
Aristocratic atrocities of hypocrisy
Thier voices mock & decieve
Place thier stock in your creed
Cash your check and then leave
No wonder you don't believe!
Through this;
What has been achieved?
Wheres your heart?
On your sleeve?!
If life is pain,
whats it mean to relieve?!
"HERE! just take (2) aleve,
And when it's over you'll see
What I need you to be."
-thee enemy
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
for what I'm worth
take me as I am
I am not one of the best things
for I am not free
I've been priced and repriced
some think accurately
the world wants me to put on layers
faces, clothes, choices
but I've learned not to decieve
from the untruths that have cut through me
for what I'm worth
take me as I am
at heart and physically
a nomad I am
I don't have much going on for me
but my words and love for living today
I let myself dance
through the streets that are walked on
over and over again
and if you'll listen I'll sing to you my song
for what I'm worth
take me as I am
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 2:40 AM UTC
I try to understand
to make our world shine bright
don't push away in anger
lets keep tending the light
It hurts when you put me down
I'm already on the ground
I'm not the father of your son
I have always hoped to be one
When you belittle me
it sends fire into my veins
by eternal love we're bound
our heartbeats make one sound
I hate to see you sad
hate it when you make me mad
you are the reason life is beautiful
dont make me feel alone
all my hopes and dreams are you
and me forever
no one could come close
don't burn my heart like you burned the toast
when you try to rise above me
makes me wonder if you love me
we are on the same plain
my words are not in vain
your love has saved my life
soon i hope you'll be my wife
i would never leave you
i never would decieve you
My heart is fully open to you
please let me in and trust me
don't cry over pains not real
I truly love you
Thats how i pray you feel
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Geminis are supposedly devious, superficial and devicing in relationships
But I won't crash this ship
I don't care about putting on a show
Just so you know
I won't decieve you
I won't sneak around your feelings
That's not who I am.
I once liked the same girl for three years
And I'm two faced like the experts say i am
I don't stab people in the back
I don't intend to lie to people
I do have flaws and I'm not perfect and never will be
But darling, you will be okay with me
I'm not going to cheat
I'm not going to use you
I'm not going to lie to you without remorse
Because sometimes I battle myself on that
But at least I have identified the problem
I will try to improve
And try to prove
My passion for you.
Despite the negatives, there are also positives
Geminis are great at satisfying their partner and like to try new things
And I promise you I got that covered
Making people happy is what I want
Not having that makes my soul gaunt
I want to be the one that taunts the Devil
Because I do not play for his team.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
We are on the "no call" list
Yet, our telephone still rings
We've a sign that says "No Pedlars"
But, there's people selling things
Showing up and disregarding
The sign that we've put there
They won't accept the fact they've trespassed
They really do not care
We get calls from companies
Who aren't allowed to phone
And when we say "we're on the list"
They leave us alone
It last for just two hours
Then they call back again
We start the "No call" salsa
From the beginning once again.
People drive by and they stop
They say our house needs work
They saw it from a mile back
They must think I'm a ****
I figure that their eyesight great
For our problem's not out front
The problem is around the rear
They're just searching on a hunt
Have you ever asked yourself
How do they "fly by night"
For they're all so full of ********
They couldn't muster any height
They tell you that they did some work
For the lady who lived here
But if they're work is so **** durable
Why did it only last a year
They're nothing but cheap hustlers
Who want to rip you off and leave
They're just out to get your money
They practice to decieve
They've never got good papers
To show just where they're from
And when you ask to see them
They hightail it and they run
The honest ones leave me alone
And they do not cross my step
For they read my sign "No Pedlars"
And they leave my place...with pep
They move on to the neighbors
They do not wait around
They don't look inside my windows
They just evacuate my ground
There's salesmen doing driveways
Professionals, these guys ain't
All they want to do is
Cover up my drive with paint
They ask about my eavestroughs
It is blocked, that's why it drips
But, it has a gutter cover
That's help on with plastic clips
They phone me during dinner
And they say, "Hi, my name's Jay"
But they sound as if they're calling
From an office in Bombay
They know that my computer
Has a virus I can't fix
And if I let them in my system
This problem they will nix
They prey on you not knowing
And they catch you unaware
So if you don't know these people
i'd advise you please take care
You can tell them really nicely
Or you can tell them go to hell
But right now, my phone is ringing
It must be Jay upon my cell.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
Why must you judge me?
The thoughts hidden in my head,
And you can't see my soul,
Can you hear this plea,
Please let me be free.
Why must you control me?
It's my path that i tred,
It's under control,
So why can't you see?
Please let me be free.
Why must you protect me?
Trust me instead,
That should be your role,
That is the Key,
Please let me be free.
Why must you decieve me?
it's lies that you've fed,
My happiness you stole,
You and your jealousy,
Won't let me be free.
Why must you forsake me?
Our friendship is dead,
It's lost in the hole,
It's the way it must be,
I choose to be free.
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC
As he stood within the stone castle
a voice called in a rasp tone!
The temperature dropped very low
deep disturbing and near.
An after thought it was very clear
was it a whisper in her ear!
A rational man scientific in attitude
wanting know what it was!
He could not know the stone tape theory
images and sounds retained!
Can be found inside any buildings fabric
is it real or simply a trick?
This defining moment in his busy life
made him doubt his sanity!
Objects bounced off the granite floor
a groan now he felt encased!
Something was slowly rotating around
his terror did compound!
In dim lighting the eyes can decieve
easy to trip over trying to escape.
That same voice he heard once again
as he reached the stone steps.
Pain began to increase in his chest
falling down he found no rest!
A faint sound came from his cold lips
a shadow hovered over his body!
Darkness overcame him life ebbed away
a staff member had heard a noise!
Who ventured to the cellar door he saw
bones on the dusty floor!
Nobody had been here for fifty years
a dungeon of pain and tears!
Ensnared souls held in this stone tomb
a man vanished from his room.
So a story was told and was never found
until an innocent heard a sound!
The forensic team removed the remains
they could not see him!
The man heard a voice and saw shadows
not realising he himself was dead!
A paranormal team would soon come in
to investigate what was here within!
Would they regret the visit?
The Foureyed Poet!
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
What, you think this earth belongs to you?
Dont act like your **** dont stink. Pee-eww.
We sabotaged and stole this land...
Poorly planned.
Tried hard to **** off all the native peeps.
Became the kind of company that misery keeps.
**** of the earth.
We dont need a world-wide police.
Need this new-world-order like we need a new disease.
Watch out, keep eyes peeled.
Catch you slippin, might take away the rest of the freedoms you feel.
Trade MY Rights for YOUR lies?
C'mon, get real, no deal.
Masonic traditions so ritualistic.
Right in front of our eyes!
Rediculous.
So sadistic.
No such thing as ugly beauty inside.
No morality.
No empathy.
No unity for human kind.
All pride.
All pompous politicians peddling for bribes.
Question everything.
Humans lie and decieve and try to change your beliefs...
For selfish reasons that you may or may not see or believe...
Dec 7, 2009
Dec 7, 2009 at 2:12 PM UTC
There exist within this world,
Those who proclaim,
"I am a man"
They are men,but only in a physical sense,
These self proclaimed men decieve themselves ,
And will never know the truth ,
Of what it is like ,
To be a real man,
A man who lives his life,
By a set of morals and standards,
Set not by men,
But set by God,
Who created men,
To serve him,
A real man needs not to tell you,
He is a man,
You will know he is a real man,
Simply by what you observe in him,
How he speaks,
How he acts,
How he responds to adversity,
How he treats others,
How he loves,
You will know a man is a real man,
By the way he lives his life.
RLB
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC