Sweet Eyes

I was looking for a man just like you

but that man was not a runner.

I was looking for a man just like you

but that man was not a Film Flam man.

Just like you but did not tell lies

Just like you but wanted ties

A man like you took my heart away

A man that pretended dreams were true

A man like you who fooled us all

Yes, my sweet eyes were looking for a man

But He was never you.

the oil of Joy…

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Photo by Mareefe

she is comfortable with her smile. Her smile doesn’t mask the great pain that undoubtedly lay in her life; it embraces it…and in that embracing, the oil of Joy pours out like a healing balm…

for true Joy is not a feeling nor is it an emotion. True Joy is seeded in Truth. Truth about how the story began and how it will end…”every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is LORD.”

The Drum Keeps Pounding…

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Kill or be killed.

How can a baby tell?

How can the government know your heart?

How can the abuse drum on?

Politicians poison consistently flows.

The children all die inside and out!

Kill or be killed.

Who made you this way?

Beat the drum until all is in ruin.

Drums pounding our sanity away!

The world’s words…

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The World’s words cannot clothe themselves in peace.

All of this death has a life to each.

Millions of human lives taken cannot be a number.

A child is playing in her yard, daddy taken away by war.

Common sense is a safe boundary no more.

The road seems shorter than it was before.

Countries are convulsing insanity roars.

Letters tied in yellowed ribbon rotted to the core.

These words lack weight and I close the door.

She Took Her Love

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Photo by Victor Freitas

She took her love to walk awhile beneath a crescent moon

While they gazed upon the quicksilver in the stars

She told him she had lost her way among the sandy dunes

But the tide had brought her back again from somewhere very far

She took her love to sail awhile upon the indigo night sea

While they caressed the salty thick spray upon their faces

She told him she had found her way among the sand and sea

And that God had made her his own among these ocean places

inside lies

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Photo by Nadezhda Moryak

you say I know you but it cannot be

none can ever truly know what they cannot see

the inside lies that strike terror of ever being known

the inside lies that we cover with religious tome

 we know all our finite minds can hold but no more

we profess our Faith and cry out to The LORD

for if The Blood of His Son could not atone for every sin

our inside lies would surely kill all infinite Hope within

The Burden of Anger

Nostrils flaring like a dirt pawing Bull

oxygen to a flame it boils in its cauldron.

Feeding the raging fire it utterly consumes

annihilation of all in its path Anger has taken root.

 

The burden of Anger like a ton of bricks on your back

As it scalds  your eyelids and your face is marred.

Anger screams , “you deserve justice and I will give it!”

 yet it is only you who is poisoned and you who goes black.