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Perception 1

Proverbs 25:28 

28 A person without self-control
    is like a city with broken-down walls.

 

 Perception

 

Take your shoes off at the door … Let’s keep the house clean

Smilingly I watch outside as the children play bare-footed

Yes there’s a way to floor good intentions as now seen

In the children’s hearts as the adults seem so polluted

 

Peeing against the wind does not outweigh doing it in your pants

Grown-ups should realize that both are kind of nasty

One is done in ignorance and the other simply stands

On disregard of sugar and spice that maturity seems to be casting

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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Plan

My body, fatigued and scarred with life,Lay down on the silken mattress,Indulged in its leniency,I close my eyes,One,Two,Three... A blue sky is sheeted above my wimpy eyes,And I see the puffy white clouds float ever so gently,Warmth surges through my veins asthe ambient star atop sends me its regardsof a summer’s day.Disheveled and damp,I am immersed by the summer-born leaf grass.Little fingers tickle my senses as a zephyr breeze enlightens my ears to a sweet melody,Flown to from the city far ahead.A redolent scent drifts into my mind,And my body relaxes,Tense muscles soon wear down,As I am content. Walking through the overgrown meadow,Hidden amongst secrecy,Enriched with buttercups and calla lilies,Maple berries and violets,My absent-minded heart beats at a chirping pace,As wandering eyes gaze upon a spectacleto behold,And a mind sets on the future to come. Jaded eyes uncurl,To embrace the gruesome scene lingering atop,A hand stirs from rest,And clenches into a fist.My weary face shifts to motion,And redeems its righteous smile.

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Me

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A Sinner's Lament

 

If I could drink my tears, I’d no longer be thirsty.

If they would quench the fire, I’d no longer be burning.

If they would wash away the worms, I’d no longer be hurting.

 

But here I lie, an eternity to weep.

My hope was when I die, I’d have an eternity to sleep.

No, I find myself wide awake, there’s no rest for the wicked,

Don’t hope for my sake, I’m already being afflicted.

 

Demons taunt me, an angel shakes his head,

From here I can see my loved ones, in a place I’d rather be instead.

They are enjoying forever glory, an unending happy story,

In this place I count my mistakes, an unending inventory.

 

If my regrets were a staircase, I’d crawl right out of this fiery place,

But how could I, in my wickedness, look at Perfection in the face?

It’s so obvious that it’s not just the evil I’ve done that’s sentenced me to my cell,

But the good deeds done with a haughty heart, that’s sent me here as well.

Because my goodness could never out weight my wicked thoughts,

And filthy rags don’t pay the cost.

 

I’ve got only one thing to ask you, one question on my mind,

To the rest of you out there, those hearing my painful rhyme,

If you now know my story, my sad lament,

And you realize that you are not perfect, for Heaven you are unfit,

If this place is real, a real of fire and judgment.

Then what the hell are you going to do about it?

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The Weight of the Weight

My head is splitting

My heart is cracking

My chest is bursting

From the weight of it all

Each breath is an icy shock.

So I don't breathe.

Pain doesn't hurt when

Emotion is void.

Poems have lost meaning

People have lost feeling.

I never see the mountains, or the

Hills, or the fields, or the rivers,

Or the doe and her faun 

Nuzzling in the clover patch.

I am far too focused on just putting

One foot

In front

Of the other

As I trod

The beaten path.

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And She Will Rise

Tue, 02/04/2020 - 02:00 -- mrymklm

In the silence of the night

she shall find lonely-

a lone flower in an island

dresses in monotone hues

black, grey, blue

but of all colors she is most blue

she dares not talk of the monsters

that keep her company ‘til dawn

they crawl underneath her sheets

like creepers in the nightfall

they linger in her cold limbs

long enough to feel the reaping

in her skin as she descends into

nothingness

 

         she is still.

 

In the silence of the night

she shall find peace-

she unclasped the hands of the devil

wringing her restless soul

her screams echo into prayers

desperate for God’s light to reach her

the wind blew west and

her body moves along like autumn leaves

swaying slowly, more steadily

the angels watch her from above

the shadows bury her in the dusk

the stars sing her lullabies

a splash of beauty

the promise of serenity

 

she is free.

 

In the silence of the night

She shall find the things she seeks-

In the summer, when days are longer and nights are shorter

In the fall, when the last dead autumn leaf crackled underfoot

In awry winter nights, when storms violently take over

In the spring when flowers blossom in bright pastel hues

She shall rise above the earth

bearing with her a name

carved in the mud of her years-long resistance.

 

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Three Brothers

Some people are destined for greatness

Some for dirt

Some people are lead to happiness

Some left to hurt 

 

This is just the way things are 

The way things are lead to be

Try to travel near and far

And you’ll see

 

But enough of that, enough of vague prelude

Let’s get to the story, while you’re still nice and subdued

 

This is an echo of a story we’ve all heard before

One of three fated brothers, that’s right, not four

 

One destined for thundering strength,

A king in his own right

 

One destined for deep honors,

And although second, can still put up a fight

 

And the last to be left behind,

Always set out, try as he might

 

Three brothers, destined for a single fate

Three brothers, who on their first day of highschool were late

 

The eldest of the three, with bright golden hair,

Was accepted by the jocks, the rulers of school

He quickly found his place, though to be fair

It was as it was meant to be, no one was a fool

 

The second brother, with his eyes of deep blue

Also quickly found his way through the school

He fit in with the Preps, and to them he stuck like glue

For even if they were second, they did still rule

 

Now the third brother, pale in complexion

Had a harder time fitting in with those around

He was not like his brothers, he had imperfections

And cause of those, he was solitude bound

 

And this is the fate of three brothers

Two who would spend their time in the sun while the third suffered

 

After all, try as you might,

You can’t fight destiny

You can’t hierarchy

 

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Airborne.

I use up

most of my love
in airplanes.

Spending it liketokens at theLocal arcade.

 

The engines hum,the wings thrum,the guttural startof take-off.

 

I never buy intothe $10 sandwiches,and only gingerly sipat my ginger ale.

 

It is in thosetight seats —Cramped and awkwardfor the long-limbed,

 

that I always fail to dozewithout waking witha neck kink orOtherwise. I’m up at 39,000 feet of
altitude, so I
inevitably end up
thinking of you. Running throughthese past paths,flying overregulated routes.

 

How was I, 80 years beforewhen I saw your face?How was she, 250 years prior,when she saw his? I sit in a chair thathas held countless stories,cupped fragile loves,cradled forgiveness. In the span of three hours,Aeons go by beforeI can again wear your scenton the nape of my neck. My breaths are exchangedwithin the dry,Pressurized air of the cabin. Before I debarkto greet your strangefamiliar face again,I question if I’m justchasing the fumes ofexhaust ghosts.

 

Do you remember how you said you loved me?

 

I spend my lovethinking of our love and how it wasbefore I had to spend it 

in airplanes.

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This is my Era

Location

Destroy.

Our generation doesn’t

Respect our past.

Preserving history

Is something we refuse.

Destruction of nature,

We are one.

However, at the end of the day

Many of us are different,

Some of you just aren't good enough.

I dont believe

we can change how we live,

its safe to say though

this wont change.

Especially since our lives revolve around a phone.

This is a joke

We think that

We are superior.

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