WASTE

 

To waste something good

is a pointless of the week

where evil takes you down while you sleep,

where wishing wells are always filled,

and words are no longer important

because all you had

has wasted away in the grave,

because of lack of faith.

Oh, counterfeit prophets
have no clue of what is true…

You are glue wasting away

in the darkest of your mind,

Oh, images of hues,

while your being used,

you lay out magnificent lies

to lead a stray to darken days

Oh, wicked souls your work is cold

But you still try to stand bold,

Your anticipation is on a long road

the route you choose to go

has been wasted long ago…

slow down and look around

all that is following you is the blind

that holds no sight in their eyes,

ridiculous hues are being used,
in a desolated waste,

a disclosed case;

your words have no value

no significant of use

just wasting away where all your

hopes and dreams are being decayed in a grave,

that is where you blind prophets will be,

even in the revisiting darken dreams

I have no use for someone like you,

Oh, come to me of the true Light

that hold everlasting love;

cast away the fear that is forsaken

that keeps the hearts broken,

with the passing of time,

where the pain is always at my door,

like a chore; trying to even out a score,

placing me in a cold darken room

being abused by lies,

that come to me day and night,

lye’s vanity in the sight of he who haunts me,

but I will never give in to the darkness,

I committed myself to be tested,

To find all my own weakness

To change what I can to do right by true love,

I seem so many evil things in darken dreams

That kept me screaming and crying all the time,

Oh, how I felt I was dying, but so alive

feeling the agony of he who haunts me,

I see the scum all around the cage;

of those who lost their way

while they are wasting away in a dirty cage,

because they presented lies,

holding no true sight for what is right,

they are always muddy

being so fruity

but they never nudge for true love,

I sit alone in silence in a darken throne.

The crowds of darkness call me their queen

Of darken dreams;

Oh, how this makes me scream

I slide back my anger, and crush out the lies

I grab stronger and hold on longer to the visions

That is handed down to me,

Oh, how I see disaster upon the stained sands

Where true love has been misrepresented,

where demons are always with a mouth full of garbage

Playing out a tactful game of traps,

Where maliciousness and violence is always a game

of hate to make the slaves loss their faith,

but the true light is shining bright in the eyes of love

where they established peace even when they are

out to bleed like the sea on stained sand,

true love is unassociated with darkness,

Oh, your hateful waste you are polluting the cage.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 Time 12:45 PM 017