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6月3日 What do you have to say for yourself?The more I see of you
The less of you I see
Your face is a blur
Your image obscure
Your essence empty
As a crypt
In a midnight rendezvous
Your emptiness bleeds the soul
As a whirlpool draining
Into the unknown abyss
Underground carrying
The excrement
of wasted life
Humanity rejects you
For your sinful deeds
Your ugliness is bared
Your feeble attempts
To hide betray you
At every turn
Your disfigurement they see
As the stuff of nightmares
Horrific in all its shame
Mothers hide babe's faces
To protect their innocence
Run...hide your
Montrous self
Begone
What do you have to say for yourself? 1月22日 Strangers in a Strange PlaceWhere once there was love,
There is now only hate,
Where once there was laughter,
Tears fall like rain.
Where once there was sunshine,
A canopy of clouds abound.
Where once there was joy,
Cruel sorrow has taken root.
Where once there was bounty,
Misers now keep tight.
Where once there was plenty,
Insufficiency grows.
Where once there was brotherhood,
Division is born.
Where once there was humanity,
Cruelty sprouts like a thorn.
Where once there was honour,
Seeds of deception are spread.
Where once there was God,
Only fantasy dwells.
Who are these creatures,
without souls, without face?
We are but strangers
In a strange place. 1月21日 AbsolutionWhen friendship is rejected,
Forgive.
When greeted by hurtful words,
Forgive.
When felled by a glance,
Forgive.
When trust is betrayed,
Forgive.
When struck in anger,
Forgive.
When defiled in innocence,
Forgive.
And when violated, in mind and soul,
Is there reprieve?
And when rejected by protectors,
Is there reprieve?
And when degraded and humiliated,
Is there reprieve?
And when denied what's yours by right,
Is there reprieve?
And when dreams turn to shame,
Is there reprieve?
And when life loses meaning,
Is there reprieve?
What of the unforgiveable?
Can there be forgiveness? 1月20日 He Said, She SaidHe said,
Come play with me
in the garden of love
Lets be frivolous,
lets have some fun.
She said,
My love is not frivolous,
It's not just for fun.
I give whole heartedly
with truth and sincerity.
He said,
I'll be sincere
honest and true
I want to give
with all my heart too.
She said,
I'll trust then, in you
this risk I will take
With my heart open
sweet love we will make.
He said,
You'll not regret
this choice you've made.
I'll not betray you
for now, I'll stay true.
She said,
My love you've betrayed
to strangers you've strayed
I saw what you did
your true intent hid.
He said,
Ne'er said "I love you"
this was your first clue.
I live my life in
My own special way.
Have a nice day!
1月19日 HealAt great cost
Opportunity lost
Was it love
Sent from above
Or was it lust
Did you feel disgust
Reasons you hide
Degrade my pride
Ressurect my fears
Awaken my tears
Secrets untold
Have made me cold
My risk free life
So filled with strife
I'll not forget
Another regret
My heart is torn
Filled with scorn
I must look west
For peace and rest
Across the ocean
My soul's devotion
Unloved, alone
I yearn for home
1月18日 ConqueringWith every slight you send my way
A thousand angels rock and sway
Their tears of sorrow fall all 'round
And renew again this hallowed ground
With every sneer on your cruel face
A thousand angels smile down with grace
To reassure this heart of mine
I grow in worth , in glory shine
With every stinging look askance
A thousand angels to music dance
Their playful sounds fill me with strength
I persevere, conquer all, at length
1月8日 Seat of My SoulOh, to once again feel the sun's love upon my skin,
To feel it penetrate to the core of my being,
To feel the tangy sting of his kiss, on an ocean breeze,
To inhale his scent, in every tree, shrub and flower
To be assaulted by his beauty, in every shade and hue of colour.
In the dawn of my days, I was torn away from his embrace,
across the ocean to a vast, concrete, plain
But my soul would not uproot, it's stem clinging tight
To my heart and my mind and my consciousness, it's flower
With a promise that one day soon I would return to his bower.
In the twilight of my days, it's stem grows ever taut,
Pulling on my heartstrings, sending a message to my heart
"Come home to me again soon, I grow ever weary, day by day,
Stretched across the ocean, anchored fast and true," I hear him say
I rise to his call, to the memories he invokes, before it's too late.
To the east I look, to a land of sun and ocean, with riches replete
Where once again I will feel his love, receive his kiss and inhale his scent
Where I'll basque again in every shade, every colour and every hue
The day is upon us when his promise shall be fulfilled,
When we will join and lay to rest upon his seat - complete.
1月7日 I Know Who You AreI know your attire.
You cannot hide within the facade you don as your soul.
I know your tormentors.
They are your victims in whose wrongs you're wrapped, whose stories you stole.
I know what you've done.
All the lives you've broken, desecrated, destroyed, turned black as coal.
I know where you live.
There is no light in the dark, putrid crypt you've chosen for your refuge.
I know where you prowl.
Those lighted paths full of hope and promise, become your lair of subterfuge.
I know your victims.
They are the angels of God, innocent to your game, their tears fall as a deluge.
I know who you are.
You cannot hide, not from me, not from God, nor even from yourself.
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