Godfrey Speaks
Godfrey speaks truth
of world's daily loss
dreaming desires hidden in souls
freed from the depths of sighs
rendered from the heart of minds
eluded dreams of pure mankind
yearning for a thought for share
seeking most soothing ears
promoting a verse to bear
earning grace's golden tear
at a lonesome heavy price
keeping life's true rejoice
surely now I speak
poem by Godfrey Morris
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B l u e s
no, it’s beyond words.
say a word your word
if you need,
death loss tears grief gone ever
it’s beyond all these
take them hold them
press them tear them
squeeze from them
the tears of things
tears at the heart of things
squeeze this pure pure liquid
from these from life itself
so pure it’s nameless
so pure it’s the being
of your being,
the truth of truth,
the beauty, of all the sadness
that ever,
so pure, so true
that never again;
so pure, it could be
joy or love or grace
wash in its purity
this is life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Channel of Blessing
Be with me Lord in such a way, that I can be a blessing every day,
While The Spirit you sent my way, helps me know just what to say.
The days are getting darker and tomorrow for many may never be,
I need to live so they will see the Truth and Light you placed in me.
My life is but a channel through which Eternal Blessing you convey,
That Christ, our Blessed Hope, is The Only Truth and The only Way.
For all who come to receive The Truth, this Truth will set them free,
And Jesus Christ is this Truth; yes He's The One they need to see.
I was not seeking The Lord at all; But Graciously He was seeking me,
As He stooped down from Heaven above and He gave me eyes to see.
This new sight was not of the present world, but of the world to be,
And I need to have God's love and concern, helping others to see.
That when we die we continue to live our lives through all Eternity,
However God's Word is clear, we all will not share the same destiny.
In Hebrews Paul wrote “Without Holiness no one will see The Lord.”
This verse speaks volumes to people today and shouldn't be ignored.
It's time all true believers are seen as mighty because of The Lord,
As we draw the lost to His Light, and help brethren to be restored.
Soon the time to receive God's life changing Grace will be no more,
So my friend be sure you're in His Grace, before He shuts the door.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
0175 Love's Butterfly
As butterflies with beauty grace the air,
so love cannot be lazy in its love;
true love brings lovely energies to bear;
love's actions grace the true contemplative.
devoted action is the path we tread
when stirred at first by love of love's first cause;
to purge our souls of that we wish us rid;
such tasks may grace our caterpillar days.
humility - which is to know pure self,
seen clearly as the light of bad and good -
brings contemplation's share in godly wealth;
those shining works which are love's neighbourhood;
then we God's goodness, truth and beauty share;
as butterflies with beauty grace the air.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Desires of Your Heart
Daily keeping an eye on your desire, remember where you did start.
You were plucked from the fire, and then Jesus Christ set you apart.
Through your life, it is God’s desire, that His message you do impart.
God, who reigns heavens higher, will grant the desires of your heart.
Friend, as we live our lives for God, He fills believers with His Grace.
Working upon this earth men trod, God may move us place to place.
He guides us with staff and rod, as He shines upon us with His face.
As we do our jobs to honor God, Christ draws others into His Grace.
The Lord will use you as He needs, to shine your light on your world.
Through your life Christ sows seeds, this as your witness is unfurled.
Through your work and your deeds, New Life by you God will herald.
As a shepherd The Savior leads, with our desires to reach the world.
Your desires, by God are not ignored, this as you live your daily life.
If you delight yourself in The Lord, desires will be granted by Christ.
Friend in your job Christ will afford, a place for you to be a sacrifice.
So men can meet who you’ve adored, and accept Him into their life.
God will give you your heart’s desire, as He sets your goals higher.
As Christ leads you to the place, so He can lead men to His Grace.
Christ will use your daily deeds, for men to see their eternal needs.
And with your desires Jesus Christ, will lead others to Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©02/2006)
Face Up
Ever since Ive seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
Its dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the worlds disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Dont let anybody tell you that youre no good
Cause you know they would
Dont let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause its not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further...
I heard it all before, Ive heard it all before
I cant hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what Im gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure...
song performed by by New Order
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Bible in Poetry: James 4
Submit Yourselves to God:
1 What causes fights, quarrels ’mongst you?
Do not they come from within you,
From battles of your desires?
2You want something but don't get it.
You kill, covet, but you can’t have all.
You quarrel, fight without limits.
You don’t get for, you don’t ask God.
3 When you ask God, you don’t receive,
Because you ask with wrong motives.
You spend a lot on your pleasures.
4 You people ones, adulterous,
Do not you know that world’s friendship,
Is hatred you bear towards God?
He who is a friend of the world
Becomes an enemy of God.
5 Do you then think that Scripture says
Without reason that our spirit
He caused to live in us envies?
6 But He gives us more grace, it says:
'God opposes the proud earthlings,
But gives grace to the humble ones.'
7 Submit yourselves to almighty;
Resist devils, and they flee you.
8 Go near to God and He comes near.
Wash well your hands, you sinners all,
And purify your hearts and minds.
9 Grieve, mourn and wail, if needed then.
Change laughter to mourning at times.
And change your joy to gloom sometimes.
10 Humble yourselves before the Lord,
And He will surely lift you up.
11 Don’t practice slander of brethren.
He who speaks against his brother
Or judges him speaks against law.
And when you judge the law, you aren’t
Keeping it, but judging on it.
12 There is just one Lawgiver, Judge,
The one who can save and destroy.
But who are you to judge others?
Boasting About Tomorrow:
13 You who say, 'Today or tomorrow
We’ll go to this or that city,
Spend there a year, and do business
And make a lot of money then.'
14 You don’t know what the morrow brings.
What is your life? You are a mist
That stays a while and vanishes.
15 Instead, you ought to say then man,
'If it is will of Lord, we’ll live;
Do this or that as God goads you.'
16 Then as it is, you boast and brag.
Such boasting comes from evil minds.
17 Yet, one who knows what good to do,
But does not do, then sins instead.
poem by John Celes
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A Poem
A verse am I, in a twist,
Listen! You will hear, and get this gist
A prose, confounded in a diet of words
Holding expressions of virtue, to my world
One so hidden in simple complexities
Speak thus, in a whisper to receive a rhyme
A metaphor for the mysteries mime,
Seeking an imaginary audience to hear.
copyright (c) 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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As The Spirit Fills
Verse by verse and line by line; The Spirit fills the heart and mind.
The Spirit moves on a scribe, to pen the words down deep inside.
God uses men to reach the world, with a message for us to herald.
Some may speak while other men, The Lord above uses their pen.
Apostles would speak The Word, and men believed as they heard.
It was God’s Word they received, that would lead them to believe.
As New Believers they would go, and share so others could know,
The saving Grace of Jesus Christ, so they too could have New Life.
As The Truth began to spread, many would use parchment instead.
And The Truth many would heed, from words that they would read.
Either way, God’s Truth we share, with all those for whom we care.
Allow The Spirit to move your heart, so God’s Truth we can impart.
My friend, God will use anyone, to share The Truth about His Son.
Using any form of communication, to reach the lost with Salvation.
Join the Apostles and Prophets of old, sharing Truth till all are told,
About The Lord and Savior above, sent to all by The Father’s Love.
God still moves upon men today, helping us with the words to say,
For me the verses seem to flow, while The Spirit helps me to grow.
As I write the words aren’t mine, for my source is above and Divine.
It is The Spirit who fills my pen, and to this friend, I just say Amen.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
The Mother
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping
Warm in my arms,
And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,
As you lie close, close in my hungry hold . . .
Your hair like a miser's dream of gold,
And the white rose of your face far fairer,
Finer, and rarer
Than all the flowers in the young year's keeping;
Over lips half parted your low breath creeping
Is sweeter than violets in April grasses;
Though your eyes are fast shut I can see their blue,
Splendid and soft as starshine in heaven,
With all the joyance and wisdom given
From the many souls who have stanchly striven
Through the dead years to be strong and true.
Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden . . .
Where will they tread ?
Valleys of shadow or heights dawn-red?
And those silken fingers, O, wee, white son,
What valorous deeds shall by them be done
In the future that yet so distant is seeming
To my fond dreaming?
What words all so musical and golden
With starry truth and poesy olden
Shall those lips speak in the years on-coming?
O, child of mine, with waxen brow,
Surely your words of that dim to-morrow
Rapture and power and grace must borrow
From the poignant love and holy sorrow
Of the heart that shrines and cradles you now!
Some bitter day you will love another,
To her will bear
Love-gifts and woo her . . . then must I share
You and your tenderness! Now you are mine
From your feet to your hair so golden and fine,
And your crumpled finger-tips . . . mine completely,
Wholly and sweetly;
Mine with kisses deep to smother,
No one so near to you now as your mother!
Others may hear your words of beauty,
But your precious silence is mine alone;
Here in my arms I have enrolled you,
Away from the grasping world I fold you,
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone!
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Are You Really a True Romantic?
I wonder, where have all the True Romantics gone? ... there are, but few
still flowering... still spinning dreams, still weaving words of love so true.
For, when l read a book, or watch a movie... perhaps, read a line
or two of poetry... l know that, somewhere in there, l will find
some bitter, shadowy undertone... perhaps, to spice some ailing plot?
True feelings, it may well reflect...
but True Romantic? ...
l think not.
The True Romantic is a gentle soul... a Literary Unicorn,
existing in a Golden Land, from where the sweet, soft dreams are born;
all spun from strands of pure romance... this bright-eyed hope of love, so fair;
no shadows here, to spoil the magic woven from the heart, with care.
The Unicorn is, but a dream... in myth, beyond our sight... far lost;
but, lose the True Romantic... lose the dream;
is this, then worth the cost?
Perhaps, it is that we have wandered from the path, in modern days;
perhaps, it is not now correct... politically, to trace the ways
the great Romantics, down the ages weaved their bright and shining dreams,
yet, there was sadness... there was yearning in their works...
but, now.... it seems
that all emotions... good or bad, must be displayed... the darker side;
the negativity of love... when lost, betrayed...
or just, denied.
So, is this some analysis... some facet of psychology
the author feels a need to show?
for it is not quite poetry,
or writing in the manner of the True Romantic... can't they see
the True Romantic's dream just cannot mix with grim reality?
As different as chalk and cheese; a world apart... a different thing
from the tapestry of dreaming that the True Romantic spins.
It is certain, that this rhyme will ruffle feathers far and wide...
but, the words therein contain the truth... it cannot be denied.
When seeking out the True Romantic's world, so many paths unfold
a promise of this Golden Land; yet seven in ten are dead and cold;
leading nowhere, but, to broken hearts... and sweet dreams, cruelly blighted...
the True Romantics work must leave imaginations
quite delighted.
Perhaps the authors of today, beset by cultural platitudes;
the realists... the avant garde... the modernistic attitudes,
have somehow, lost their bright-eyed innocence...
the touchstone of Romance;
if, this is so; then sad to say... they really do not stand a chance
of ever really dreaming Golden dreams... as True Romantics do...
Will the tiny flame still flicker in the dark?
l do hope so.
poem by Dream Weaver
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God's lullabies
a chatterbox
speaks to me
every minute
of my life
no he does not speak
through tongues
but deeds
and he is my creator
this heart beats
each beat
signals his permission
to let me live
the sky full of stars
every star
a word of
his mightiness
his promise of
a life beyond
a rose blooms
a verse from
his poetic vault
a haiku
to share the
little pleasure of life
the tinkling sound
of the little brook
in the forest
his soothing tongue
to calm me down
god's tongues
sprout everywhere
engaging me in his world
propelling me up
the evolution chain
with his lulabies
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Petals
Shes the angel on top of the tree
Sugarheart, here she comes
Shes going to fall on me
Innocence was our fire
We told the truth
I miss the sweet boys
In the summer of their youth
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
They will make you so
So cynical
The fire burns, the flesh destorys
The past that made us old
Shes the grace of this world
Shes too pure
For the likes of this world
This world is a whore
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
I wait till mine and
Hey, its all mine
Hey, its all mine
Never knew what I could be
All the darling buds of may
They fall with no sound
They carry you down
They carry you down
Ooooooooo, ooooooh
Ooooooooo
All the lillies bloomed and blossomed
Wilted and theyre shivering
I cant stop their withering,
Oh, this world is a war
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
song performed by by Hole
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On Dreams
I don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
I suppose it doesn't happen very often anyway
After all it's a reward reserved for only the hardest of workers
That of which I surely cannot be
Yes, I don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
I suppose I'll get married and start a family
I'll tell my kids to reach for the stars
And never stop dreaming
Then I'll have a beer and sigh
And watch TV until I fall asleep
I should be thankful for what I have
But to be honest
I just don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
I really shouldn't let such thought cross my mind
Dreams can be dangerous
Dreams can turn into nightmares
I've seen what happens to the stars in Hollywood
I should consider myself lucky
Then again
When it comes down to it
I don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
But what dreams do I have?
Where do I begin?
I can't be a painter
I'll end up like Van Gogh
I can't be a poet
I'll end up like Kerouac
I can't be a journalist
I'll end up like Thompson
I can't be a writer
I'll end up like Hemingway
That's right
My dreams will surely be my undoing
What a blessing it will be to look back on a lifetime of sin
My face warm with nostalgia
Flipping through old photographs
As I wonder to myself how my life was saved
But
I can't stop the thought from searing my mind
I simply don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
poem by C.S. Smith
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Returning
Then - that tender, gentle age,
When I loved Jesus...
More than I knew the world.
And then - those difficult days,
When the world was heard, calling,
Swearing great allegiance to me...
I succombed, believed... finally fell.
Again and again;
Along I went, into the current.
The world became my obscurant.
How easily - and sadly - had I gone;
All that time, trying something to find,
Singing an obsequious song.
Though in the far distance - always - I heard
A much different sound,
True music played on, and on.
Not in my mind,
Not in my head,
Truth in my heart,
Refused to give me up
For dead.
God yet speaks.
The ears of a child within, listen.
The voice of all the sacred wisdom,
Of all the earth,
Calling; as regeneration comes forth.
I have found,
At the far end of myself,
The real beginning,
Of God's reign,
The fecund change -
That ever moves...
Yet, always remains.
Allowing myself to slip
Into pure freedom,
Finding I've lost nothing.
A peace to settle
The sauntering soul;
The necessity of simply being.
Now - I know the world -
And, I love God
More than the world can measure;
And here, I hope
To know him in tender true love,
Greater than ever.
-What horrors are wrought
Upon the innocents when taught
To honor the presses of time, those
That bear down the heart,
And those that turn around the mind;
What evils fraught, within young souls
Begun so pure,
Become the exiles,
That God alone can cure?
When oh Lord, will death be done,
When shall life's winter be 'oer?
- When, shines again, the light and warmth of the sun.
When I - and all - die no more.
- When I for he,
And he for me, in
That true tender, gentle love,
That only more than one alone can see,
Shall reside innocent, and eternally.
And beyond? - I am still returning.
Thus, lifelong shall I be;
Yet now - fully believing, by grace,
I am forever Gods - forever free.
'The end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.'
- T.S. Eliot
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Truth of Heart...
Truth be told …
In this soul in this mind is this heart a shrine
Pictures of this life a true heart you will find
Look into this heart of mind speaks of this life
Held in hand a truth of love memories of a kind
Sending love of messages of this love of mind
True to heart impatiently waiting for each line
Oh this heart answers when upon sounds ring
Of this soul of heart listening to who it brings
Truth be known of this heart beats of this life
Heart to ear speaks this mind within those near
In and of favorites who will be the one endeared
A cell phone is your heart within which a truth lies
poem by Knights Dreams
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Verses Wrought
I do not know just how or when, God will send something to my pen,
From something that's on my heart, a thought God desires to impart,
Throughout my day, just as I go, thoughts from above seem to flow,
While I begin with simply a thought, by The Spirit verses are wrought.
It is The Lord God, Who blesses me, with these verses, that you see,
As these words that I pass along; the credit for all, does truly belong,
To The Lord God, Who reigns above, inspiring the verses, I speak of,
These very words, which I pen, that God has me share with other men.
God pens verses from my prose, through ways only The Spirit knows,
This when God's Spirit is inclined, to guide these thoughts in my mind,
In ways which only The Spirit can, as my Lord fills just an ordinary pen,
God blessing me, with His choice, to use my pen, instead of my voice.
Blessings, I hope to pass your way, with verses, on what I have to say,
As The Lord moves upon my heart, regarding thoughts I wish to impart,
From my thoughts God takes words, and He compiles them into verse,
Through ways that only God can do, so that I may share them with you.
Sharing with many through my life, the Truth and Grace of Jesus Christ,
Sharing Truths, you may have heard, that you find in God's Holy Word,
And Grace, which God bestows on us, when we follow The Lord Jesus,
All this as my Savior blesses me, while He guides me home to Eternity.
God Makes Things Happen
Only God can make things happen, as we travel through this life,
Guiding those saved from sin, through the Spirit of Jesus Christ.
Only God can change the heart, which is firmly set in all its ways,
In order to from present sin depart, into a new life of better days.
Everything that happens, God allows, in the lives of me and you,
And everything that God avows, will surely, in His time come true.
He may change our present path, as we live out this present time,
To save us from His future Wrath, which will come by His Design.
One Truth that we all cherish, which comes from God’s Salvation,
Is God desires none to perish, via His Message of Reconciliation.
Allowing men to scoff or embrace, His Truth decreed for Eternity,
God’s Truth of Mercy and of Grace, done at the Cross of Calvary.
God allows all men the choice, in regards to the Truth of His Son,
To scoff at Truth or to rejoice, in the Savior He sent for everyone.
We’re told this would be the case, within the Eternal Word of God,
As believers long to see His face, scoffers shall just see His Rod.
His Rod of Judgment as it happens, shall be just as God avowed,
Upon a world plagued by sins, that a darkened world has allowed.
Though God makes things happen, we still have a choice to make,
To allow God’s Son to live within, or God’s Truth, eternally forsake.
(Copyright ©05/2008)
Zachaeus Upon The Sycamore Tree
Many of us have heard of Christ;
Some of us know Jesus so well;
Christ is always passing by nigh;
Should we not have a better glimpse?
By heart, we yearn to see Jesus;
We are all sinners in more ways;
Our ears await His loving call;
By spirit, we stay short for Christ!
God sees each human heart in depth;
He knows if it has love or hate;
He gives us chances for more faith;
Sometimes, He comes to us to speak.
A Sycamore helps us see Christ;
There are such trees by every lane;
But we must climb to see Christ well;
The Lord knows secrets of each heart!
Many in sins galore do lie;
Many do have a contrite heart;
For repentance to turn complete,
Penance must be in matching ways!
Why put off seeing Jesus Christ?
The Son of God came for sinners!
Just ask and He will surely come;
Search and you will find Him surely.
Christ longs to dine in each one's home;
He forgives sins by Cross' ease;
He changes lives once and for all;
Must not we reconcile with God?
'Tis easy climbing sycamores!
'Tis easy finding one such tree;
It helps to see Jesus clearly!
Why should we hesitate to climb?
Ignore the world that talks like fools!
Each soul must gain God's redemption;
Let's plead to God for forgiveness;
Let's fill heart with God's saving grace!
There is a price for redemption;
Jesus paid our ransom ahead;
We must walk in His righteous path;
We must enter the narrow gate!
We live in different life's set-ups!
God has a purpose for each one;
We ought to learn the will of God;
True faith alone can lead to Christ!
Christ lives in every one of us;
But we must live in Christ all life;
He sees us well and all the time;
The veil of sin hinders our sight!
There is no time to waste on earth;
We must all be reborn in Christ;
Our faith in God must not waver;
We must be steadfast in Christ Lord.
Let's keep looking for Jesus Lord!
Let's find a sycamore near-by!
Let's climb the tree to see Christ well;
He wants to dine in our dear homes!
Commune with God for He made us;
Alone on earth, we cannot live;
Surrender heart to Jesus Christ;
Heaven is earned right here on earth!
Jesus knows each soul's true state;
Jesus seeks souls with boundless love;
Why live in sins those lead to hell?
Only the fool says, ‘There's no God! '
We must live life much Christ-centered;
Faith must not swerve or keep changing;
Conversion is by grace of God;
Redemption is by love of God.
Ignore the world of vanity;
Be blind to world of heinous sins;
Be deaf to sinful talks of men;
Save your soul and your kith and kin's!
Zachaeus climbed a sycamore,
To catch a better glimpse of Christ;
And when he made up for his sins,
Redemption came to his household!
The lure of world need not deter;
There's lucre in heaven better;
To see God soul must pure remain;
When God calls, we must heed at once!
God speaks to us by Bible's words;
The verses tell us how to live;
God's purpose for our lives on earth
Must be realized by strong faith.
We are all children of same God;
We need to preserve our souls pure;
Our earthly stay is not for long;
Eternity with God is prime!
COPYRIGHT BY DR JOHN CELES 20-11-12
poem by John Celes
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Delivering Those Moments
You must of thought I was a fly by night poet.
Someone who regurgitated aches and pains.
And declared that in some poetic verse.
To flow a tear with anger to disperse.
Bursting with bitterness at the seams.
I like to speak my mind historically.
With a probing into the archives.
To undercover a falsity.
Or perhaps some truth that has been hidden.
Since much of that has been smothered in the past.
Sometimes I like to stir things up.
With innuendos like being black...
In a white coffee cup!
Or sipping tea with leeches who are corrupt.
You must of thought I was a fly by night poet.
Someone who regurgitated aches and pains.
And declared that in some poetic verse.
To flow a tear with anger to disperse.
Or scream from a passion singed in erotic heat!
I can do that if I wished.
But I am not feeling that at this moment.
It is too nice of a day...
To prove I can dazzle with my abilities!
However...
Please do not assume you hide desires,
Of your lust for being teased!
And I...
So enjoy,
Delivering those moments!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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...And Justice For All
Halls of Justice Painted Green
Money Talking
Power Wolves Beset Your Door
Hear Them Stalking
Soon You'll Please Their Appetite
They Devour
Hammer of Justice Crushes You
Overpower
The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You
Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real
Apathy Their Stepping Stone
So Unfeeling
Hidden Deep Animosity
So Deceiving
Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns
Hoping to Find
Inquisition Sinking You
With Prying Minds
The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You
Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real
Lady Justice Has Been Raped
Truth Assassin
Rolls of Red Tape Seal Your Lips
Now You're Done in
Their Money Tips Her Scales Again
Make Your Deal
Just What Is Truth?i Cannot Tell
Cannot Feel
The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price We Pay
Nothing Can Save You
Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real
song performed by by Metallica from ...And Justice For All
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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