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Smell
A rotten sickly smell What it is I can not tell It sickens me to the soul To smell this foul bowl What is it I wonder That has been torn asunder Then under current hits me Anger, murder greed, heavily Lace that foul smell It is us that I smell Rotting in this man made hell Always wanting more Never satisfied even after we settle the score The heart we have lost Can we afford the cost Can we go back to what was Or live life just because Can we cure our ills Can we pay the pipers bills Can we afford what we’ve become Running amok destroying everything under the sun Can we go back to the way It used to be on some far off day Will we be here still Or to survive will us the planet kill These things I know not For it is in a past we have forgot |
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Rough Hewn Wood
By J E DeSpain Rough hewn wood, splinters in his back Stumbling steps of a man beaten Runs of blood down a stripped back He falls sprawling to the ground Blood splattering on the crowd A man steps forward with a shove Crucify cried aloud Steps forward again, rough hewn wood Up the skull they head Hammers ring as the spikes are driven King of Jews the sign read Darkness fell ominous and thick A heavy crowd ringed the hill He spoke unto the crowds A thousand angels felt a chill As a spear plunged into his side Water wine and blood poured through Soaking the rough hewn wood As they killed the messiah, a Jew Laid to rest in a borrowed tomb Wrapped in a cloth of white He descended into the pit of hell A man lost to the light A battle was fought, and won A trio of days had passed And the stone rolled away And an angel appeared in a flash And the body was gone For he hath risen from the dead To be back with his father At his bride’s head Because of rough hewn wood |
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The Harlequin - JE DeSpain
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You are welcome, and Thank you for the welcome
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Topic:
The Harlequin - JE DeSpain
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Thank you, its an older piece but one I felt like sharing
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The Harlequin - JE DeSpain
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The Harlequin
By Jeremy E DeSpain A soft transparent painted mask I slip upon my face And through its eyes I see This world a strangely new place This world I see around me A world that whirls around me A strange place it is But none the less it belongs to me This world is a creation Of my mind, soul and heart From deep inside me Is the place it starts Beneath this mask Am I the man I was Or does this mask Erase what was? Is through this mask A new me created While the old me Sits and waits un-satiated How deep does this mask run How far into me Deep enough that It affects everything I see There is a knife in my hand From where has this come? It is coated with a thin veil of blood What oh what have I done? The me behind the mask Screams cries and wails A piteous wretched display As against the mask it assails The mask sneers and chides The old into silence Trust me he says For I am our only source of reliance The old me inside Does away retreat And the mask does gloat For now its control is complete A smile spreads across the face Upon looking at the knife A sneer follows the look A total disregard has he for life The inner self is all But lost to the world Seen only now and again in a fitful glance From the place where it has itself hurled. |
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MY EYES...........
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My Eyes are mine alone, and look at many things, but if I am looking into your eyes, and I can see the real you, I am afraid of what you see when you look back into mine.
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Easiest Advice I can give on this subject.
Do not think of it as getting back into the game or groove, that puts too much pressure on yourself not to make any mistakes. Instead see it as a new chance to make new friends and explore new roads. The mistakes you make are part of who you are, never forget them, or you will repeat them. First step, is to go out and be among people, take your friends, they are your armor and your shield, they will buffer you as you get your feet wet again, and who knows they may even know someone you might like. |
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