Will never create a healing wished.
No matter what is done,
By those who do things like this,
When they do!
A lie is a lie.
No matter how small or tall!
An integrity of someone is involved.
And of course…
God knows the truth involved in it all.
And guilt self inflicted,
Isn’t easy to hide inside those wicked.
It shows!
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Release rejections of imperfections kept.
And stamped with your imprint…Will not match and identify masks worn,To disguise the ‘Angels of Divinity’.Those who have mastered lifeAnd sit in skies with eyes that seeBeyond our limited visions.What is expected..Is a calmness that remains,Contained within.Changing the mission,To satisfy with conditionsPrequalified with a nip or tuck…Or altering what one considers fucked up,About an appearance…
I remember my encounter…
That’s when I was stripped,From those things I valued.I was spinning in a whirlpoolOf a cruel introduction to truth.I had some things I liked.Things I thought I needed,And kept polished!Waxed to keep dust reflecting shadows.Yes!Even though accelerated winds,Kept cars I owned spotless.Dust and I became enemies.I just didn’t want to see any of it on…
Shade?
Someone gives another…Before the lights are turned out,By the other?‘Where is this coming from? ‘Says the blind man!
Did you come,
Sneaking silently…To quiet our fun then leave?You’re acting more like a warden,Coming to discipline children.Can we at least have some peace…Without a nosy neighbor creeping in?Is the music too loud?That I am sure it is not.Have you lost your binoculars?Is that the reason you did not knock?You did not ring the doorbell.Nor did you call…
Dreary drizzling nights.
There’s nothing I can fight.Or no one who comes,Worthy to become succumbedBy a lilting serenade.Manic saddness inside I feed.I want to saddle up and leave this evil.Whatever ‘this’ process isThat breeds these changes…Making me a stranger in danger with this shit,Has got to stop!Right now I am not in a sentimental mood.I’ve got to move…
‘What can I do?
I ask.‘What is true for me?And what isn’t?What is my task?How long is this confusion I face,Going to last? ‘I ask.‘And if I pray everyday,Will these conflicts go away?Will these burdens be lifted?How long can I expect to be afflicted,By this.’I ask.And something inside pulled me aside.I felt interrogated.As if I should be stripped bare…