I was blinded
blindsided
and slighted
I was jaded
used up
and negated
I was neglected
left out in the cold
unprotected
I was hated
suffered abuse
and berated
I was discarded
thrown out like trash
and disregarded
Then I was
discovered
dusted off
and recovered
I was respected
built back up
and redirected
I was desired
looked up to
and admired
I was loved
showered in light
from up above
Now I am yours
body and soul
forever more
An immaculate refrain
with elegant repose
such powerful prose
so delightfully restrained
An exceptional verse
with profound intent
such regrettable lament
so eloquently terse
An unimaginable suspense
with sorrowful demise
such astonishing surprise
so remarkably intense
An unassailable rapport
with poetical acclaim
such recognizable fame
so unequivocally adored
Religions’ Last Chance
By thommo
The papal predictions say this one’s the last,
With church indiscretions all nailed to the mast.
The paedophiles and nonces will elect a new pope,
But for the crimes of his church he should hang from a rope.
Ritual black masses leave blood on their hands,
Their gods’ will left hanging in tatters and strands.
Truth is
the rule
instead of
the exception
Goodness is
the victor
over evils
dark infection
In a perfect world
Kindness is
freely given
not used
as a currency
Freedom is
in abundance
Instead of
human slavery
In a perfect world
Love is not a
four letter word
so meaningless
and frequent
in it’s use
Love is the
purest emotion
unconditionally felt
without reservation
or abuse
Illusions became our reality
truth became a lie
science crushed our spirit
laws enslaved our mind
all we once held sacred
has slowly been replaced
good gave way to evil
love gave way to hate
Though there are the many
whose eyes will never see
there are still those few
awakened to reality
Their souls weighed heavy
by truth so hard to bear
left out in the cold
by a world that doesn’t care
Do not lose faith my friend
for the path that you are on
will lead your soul to freedom
in this world and beyond
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From time to time
our minds get stuck
in self destructive
modes of thought
saying things to
self deprecate
feeling flawed
when we are not
Wanting sympathy
to be reassured
and the confidence
that it may bring
yet it seems to be
not their praises
but their pity
that others sing
We make the mistake
of devaluing ourselves
for lacking the qualities
of those we admire
yet denying the fact
that we actually posses
those very talents
which others desire
We live our lives apart
separated by a curtain
hidden in the shadows
clandestine and alone
our messages covert
secrets all but certain
disguises so elaborate
our identities unknown
I spend most mornings
decoding your cipher
with an envious grin of
unmeasurable breadth
deviously delighting in
the intricate complexity
of a complicated mind
so deceiving in its depth
Both cunning and clever
we make formidable foes
with a cryptic facade
and a cause to advance
Both resilient as ever
and resourcefully so
neither one giving up
this Cold War romance
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