Judged
Will they judge me by the color of my skin
Instead by my soul and whats deep within
When I am greeted by either women or men
Will they even ask where I have been.
Will I be judged because I am a man
With my heart and feelings will they understand
Will I be greeted with an outreached hand
Will they hold it against me when I make a stand.
Will I be judged because I am old
And not wanting to do the things that I am told
Will they remember the good deeds that I sowed
As onto truth and honesty I will always hold.
Will I be judged because of the way I was
Once I found happiness and also love
But then I found out it was hate and also lust
So please tell me, how will I be judge.
Randy L. McClave
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The Ending
As you look and you see him dead
With no more worries upon his head
His lips are silenced and eyes are closed,
The way death is and the way GOD chose.
His deeds on Earth they now are done
With battles he lost and victories he had won
And now in Heaven his judging will begin
On the scales of judgement it will be good against sin.
His journey is finished his walk is completed
And like all man he has been tempted and has been greeted
And now he lies down and we see him dead
Now he will be judged by the life he led.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
quote by Jesus Christ
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As individuals, we will be judged in our lives by the totality of our actions. Not one thing will stand out. And I think that's how we get judged by our colleagues and that's how we get judged by the good lord.
quote by Rahm Emanuel
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Two Sides To Every Story
There are two sides to every story
Not just the side of them or theirs,
So never judge or hold a grudge
And when you listen, please listen with care.
Listen to one side and then always the other
Not just one side and then walk away
If you pick that route, sad you'll turn out
And never will you ever feel or be the same.
You will hate yourself as truth be told
If you listen to only one side of the story
You'll live in disgrace, when you see your face
And never will you fill satisfaction or joy.
As time will come, and of course time will tell
Someday the truth it will all come out
And when it you do hear, will you shed a tear
As you found out you took the wrong route.
There is two sides to every story
Not just the side that you want to hear
And not from their soul, that you do not know
And not from someone who will cry you a tear.
When you listen, please listen well
No matter if they be friend or foe
Look into their eyes, then you might realize
And then the truth might just be known.
To condemn someone is such a terrible act
Which you must live with the rest of your life
You will live in shame, for someone you falsely blamed
And always you will question yourself why.
A pretty face or a sad sad story
Guilt either begins or ends with that line
As a pretty face, it can mask lies or hate
Then the truth through deception is left behind.
There are two sides to every story
I must preach that statement once again
Listen to both sides, then the judgment you can decide
And happy you will be in the end
As you cannot judge a book by it's cover
No matter what you might hear or what might be said
As so many will lie, so that to get pity on their side
While untruth and deception they will had led.
A saddened face is just a saddened story
There is more to the truth to one persons story
Don't falsely judge, if so even GOD will hold a grudge
Then far away you will be from his glory.
When you listen to a story listen with your soul
Never be afraid to ask a question or even ask why
And always seek the truth, as you would seek out good fruit
And remember to every story there is always another side.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Judged (I Believe)
Originally posted in 2008, however some issues occured and all my poetry was deleted, however I had a copy of it stored and am reposting it now
Do me wrong, and ill do you right
Punch me in the face, and ill still be alright
Do me wrong and say what you will
Cos I know and I believe
That These folks will be judged someday
I believe you'll be judged one day
Stab my back, and ill scratch yours right
Screw me over and Ill still be alright
Screw me over, stab my back
Cos I know and I believe
That everyone is judged someday
I believe you'll be judged one day
Don't Believe in God, cos I like his teachin'
Don't worship the son, cos I hate their preachin'
But I believe I'll be judged someday
I believe I'll be judged someday
poem by Electric Tripp
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What is Beauty
They say beauty is only skin deep
That the real beauty is within
Is that true?
Because in this world all they do is judge you by your beauty
how dark your skin is
and how light your eyes are
This is why I cry at night
I cry for exception
I cry for love
I cry for a family who will understand what I am talking about
What people have to understand is
that beauty is a privelege
because in one moment it can be taken away
Now how will you be judged?
poem by Writer Trainee
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Who Will
Who will want to keep you when you get old
When your soul has been bought and sold
That, I would really would like to know.
Who will want you in your twilight
When you are full of vengeance and false pride
Or would anyone, want you at their side.
Who will want to walk with you done the street
When you have no one new for you to meet
Or will people shun you, that you do greet.
Who will want to be there to hold your hand
When you get old and alone and you cannot stand
And then of your past deeds, you will finally understand.
Who will be with you in this journey of life
When you come across darkness and event light
Will you be alone, and emptiness is in your sight.
Who will forget where you have been
When your heart is still full of evil and sin
Will you remember in life, there is only but one end.
Who for you will cry and weep for you a tear
When you are no longer here
Will they even care, for your sorrows to hear.
Who will even think about you when you are gone
When there life is still moving on
Do you wonder, if you will be remembered as just a pawn.
Who will always think and worry about you
When you live your life and the things you do
So I wonder for you, if there will ever be a who.
Randy Lee McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Time Will Tell
One day for myself time will tell
If my endeavors in life will send me to hell
But until that I moment I hope not to dwell
As I hope unto my eternity that I will not fail.
I will think to myself of the things I had done
The jobs I have finished and the works I begun
As I worked with my mind and not my tongue
And I greeted everyday with the rising sun.
But time will tell hopefully years from now
As I brush the perspiration away from my brow
It ends as an adult and began when I was a child
Hopefully I wont leave as a coward but will stand proud.
My life though is of both love and hate
Some call it destiny while others call it fate
My soul for many was just an open gate
But hopefully someday my passions I will reinstate.
In the end though my life deeds will prevail
From the things I did and the stories I did tell
The accomplishments made and the work that did fail
Only then will I know if I will make it to heaven or hell.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Lied And Cheated
As she had lied and also cheated
With sins before she had repeated
So after all of her sins and lusting
I find her both sinful and disgusting
Goodness in her finally was defeated.
She walks the trail she walked before
Not only as a woman but as a whore
To ridicule and label herself once again
In front of all, even GOD and men
Never will she be loved or ever adored.
She tell her lies and speaks them well
She craves not heaven but only hell
With not passion or virtue or morality
And with only the presence of venality
Her soul and conscience was an easy sale.
She hides the truth so others will not see
Of her life and truth and what she believes
But someday the truth upon her will fall
She had once walked but now she will crawl
And then they too will see that disease.
Soon she will be humbled and not conceited
As on that day she will be judged and greeted
She will seek forgiveness from one and another
But the cries of her sins she wont be able to smother
And it all began, when she first had lied and cheated.
poem by Randy McClave
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Think
Dream not of today but think of tomorrow
Think only of happiness and not of sorrow
Think not of now but think also of then
Dream not of losses but think of a win.
Think not of tears but think only of joy
Think not of of loosing but think of glory
Think not of dying but think of living
Dream not of wanting dream of giving.
Think not of fighting think first by talking
Thing not of running think about walking
Think not of begging think of earning
Dream not of quitting think of learning.
Think not of lies think only of the truth
Think not of rumors search instead for proof
Think not of taking and think not of using
Dream of your deeds let that be your choosing.
Think not of hate think of hope and love
Think not of cheating and think not of lust
Think not only of yourself think about others
Dream of our world we all are sisters and brothers.
Think not of stealing think of buying
Think not of giving up think first by trying
Think from your soul think not by instinct
Dream first or dream last, but always think.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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What Kind Of Label
If we are judged by things we do
I often wonder
how people would judge me.
Would it be a kind one
or would it be one of disgust?
Would I be called a good friend
or someone you couldn’t trust?
I have no way of knowing
what people would say
when the day comes
and I fade away.
I cannot judge myself
for the things I do,
I can only try to do
the right thing by every one of you.
30 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Meaning Of Love
Love is created out of truth, honesty and kindness
It is not formed from lies, cheating and sadness,
Love is created by two and joined by GOD to make one
It is a pack that is made together, and life is the bond,
Love cannot be created, by cheating, deception or lies
That type of relationship would make any soul unwise,
Love is truth and honesty and doing the best for the other
Love is endless; and no one should try and put asunder,
Love is forgiveness, especially when we do err
It is not running away or ignoring, but to return with care,
Love is forever, it is not for one day or even a moment
It is the breath of fresh air, as that is by what love is meant,
Love is secrets and trusts, that will be kept till the end of time
Love is one, and also knowing what is yours is also mine,
Love is pride and joy, when your love is holding onto your hand
As of bragging of your love, so others too will understand,
Love is not shame or guilt of the one that you are with
As that is not love, but lust and pity, and a users myth,
Love is to stay together, through the good times and the bad
It is not to run away or hide, when you are tired, mad or sad,
Love is created by GOD, to keep two souls forever together
And never from that relationship could or would they sever,
Love is the the sun and stars, and the clouds that are above
As they are here to warm and show us, of ourselves and our love.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Mans Sins
GOD wants all man to make it to Heaven
While man is determined to send himself to Hell
As he will deny the law, that GOD gave us all
Then that road to heaven he will ultimately fail.
He ignores the laws that was set before us
Then he uses excuses why he did or must sin
But he cannot hide, from those deeds inside
As he will then marked before GOD and men.
He will think that he is rightous to one and all
As he will declare to all that his sins were a must
He will forget his sinful way, until judgement day
As his soul will be judged and his body will become dust.
Man thinks that all will forget the evils he has done
But in the end his deeds and acts they will all prevail
And he will be known, from the deeds that he has sewn
GOD gives out heaven, but man's determined to go to Hell.
poem by Randy McClave
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Why Presume To Judge?
errors mistakes sins
why presume to judge
what belongs to God
when God has said
do not judge
least you be judged
why not instead
be a fisher of men
a fisher of women
go out try travel
save a few desperate
lost weary souls
least you can do
is buy them a meal
a cup of coffee?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To Each His Own
The honest man will walk with a crowd
Where a guilty man he will walk alone
He walks in pity and he is never proud
But then as they say, to each their own.
They know the deeds that they have committed
And their ways and actions they have been sewn
Now their clothes of manhood have been fitted
And as they say, to each their very own.
A sinners way a christian will never accept
Where as sinners their ways they will condone
No evils or sins will they ever reject
But then as they say, to each their own.
They both have walked the very same path
And followed the wind from where it had blown
They were presented with the very same math
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Some persons seek truth and the answers
Where as some never want the truth ever known
So they dance around the truth like tiny dancers
But then as they say, to each their own.
They both have eyes and they have see it all
They know that truth someday it will be grown
It cannot be buried or hidden behind any wall
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Some people believe in what they do not see
While others wont believe unless they are shown
They must touch it or hold it before they believe
But then as they say, to each their own.
Though soon words will set all man free
And then from his sins alone man he must atone
But then some will ignore that final decree
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Man build houses out of metal and wood
While other men will build out of rocks and stone
They both give the protection as they should
But then as they say, to each their own.
From mans house he will be judged by his deed
And GOD will listen to him rejoice or his moan
GOD will save the flower by destroying the weed
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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One Day
I dont know when the time might come,
I dont even know where I might be
But this I do say, until that one day
That then; I will be free.
I think of that day with every step I take,
As I wish for it, with every breath I breathe
As I hope my day will come, before my life is done,
Then finally I'll know, you will belong to me.
Though I might be standing alone one day
Or I might be writing, with pen and pad in hand,
But my time will be here, maybe a day or even a year
And then I will know, that indeed for us I am a man.
I think of that day with every step that I take
And I wish with every breath that I breathe,
Am I being judged, or against me is there a grudge,
Doesn't anyone want me and my soul to be free.
I don't know where that I might be standing,
And I don't know exactly where I might be,
I don't know if it will be far or near, a day or a year,
But I do hope, that my time is coming for me.
I look and speak to my family and friends
I tell them too, that one day it will be my day,
But they push me aside, as their time has arrived,
And I don't need the same time for which they had prayed.
I look at my world, there is no one else like me,
I stand alone I don't even know who I am,
They say I should be proud, like a new born child,
But in what they say, there belief they never took their stand.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Bond
You are playing the harlot by breaking the bond of marriage,
But so be it;
because you do not know the law given to us!
Look for a wife and marry and,
Stop sleeping around with the woman;
For one day you will be judged.
Look for a man and marry and,
Stop sleeping with the men around;
For one day you will be judged too.
I am eating like a parrot and,
You are eating like a dog!
But when the world crashes,
We will all die and be judged thereafter.
Oil for light and spices for the anointing,
You are playing the harlot by breaking the bond of marriage!
And you are like the almond flowers with buds and,
I am like the covering of a ram's skin dyed red.
Cover your nakedness and learn the laws,
For i am like a sheep under the great tree;
Cover your nakedness and come to me,
For togeher with me you will learn to uphold the laws;
And like a pillar of stone closer to you but,
In honesty and in truth to live by the law.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For Her
I have traveled over a thousand miles
I have been greeted by both hugs and smiles
I have traveled over oceans and lands
Just to reach my destination and to hold her hands,
I have been by myself and all alone
I have cried to myself and I did moan
Many afflictions to me did occur
But I did it for me, but mostly for her,
I have been pushed against the wall and I fought
I would win the battle that I had sought
To any situation I believed I will never accept no
So I fought that much longer and forward I did go,
I have worked my fingers down to the bone
I earned what I had and nearly lost what I did own
But from all of these factors I did not deter
As I did it for me, but mostly for her,
I have fought for love, but then sadly I lost
My pain and my sadness was the ultimate cost
I journeyed for love, but that idea went bust
While I was looking for love, she was seeking lust
I have given all I had I had nothing more to give
Except for the air that I breath and the life that I live
I wanted us to be one, but then I thought that we were
As I did it for me, but I did it mostly for her.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Love Is Real
I want to hold you when you cry,
I want to love you till I die,
I want you to be, only mine,
I want to love you till the end of time.
I want to gaze into your eyes,
I want to see truth and never no lies.
I want you to need only me,
I want my life to set you free.
I want you, and only you,
I want you to know this is the truth,
I want you to look in your heart again,
I want you to see love till the very end.
I want to love you throughout my days,
I want to love you in everyway,
I want to hold you when you are rich or poor,
I want to give you all, even when you say no more.
I want to be there when you are old and gray
I want to love you more each and everyday.
I want you to feel like me,
I want you to tell your heart to feel and see,
I want you to be in my soul,
I want you never to let me go.
I want you to know how that I feel,
I want you to know that this time, love is real.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Lovely Kim
I feel the warmth of the sunshine
And the blowing of the wind
Then in my ear, her voice I do hear
It is that of the lovely Kim.
As a happiness comes over me
Which really I cant explain
When she is around, my soul to her is bound
And no longer do I feel any anger or pain.
I walk with my outreached arms
Trying to find where she might be
And the wind blows, and then I know
She is there, for me to believe.
A happiness it enters my soul
And I hope from me it never escape
As long as its there, I know that she cares
And I know for life for me isn't too late.
My day it is full of happiness
I keep a smile in my heart and on my face
I feel a happy sound, which in my soul rebounds
Finally love and joy, I feel that sweet taste.
People they walk past me
I can feel the happiness in their soul
Loves in their heart, from which they cant part
And never will they let that feeling go.
So as once again I sit and I will wait
For the blowing and calling of the wind
I then close my eyes, and then I fantasize
Of that, and of the beautiful lovely Kim.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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