• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

    Remember the accused man on a cross,
    Who never murmured to a world lost?
    Wo…wo, is evil that hung him in shame;
    Man’s wicked actions are to blame.

    “You scratch my back; I’ll scratch yours.”
    It is becoming to a society–more pure.
    Wrongs will not improve…by a retaliation;
    Foes contending, will lose the sensation.

    Hate is an angry master, that multiplies;
    Festering sores–by descending lies.
    Once a falsehood aggravates things real,
    There’ll be no escape, but only to kill.

    Love spied accusers–with stone faces;
    Pretentiously, they deny true cases.
    Jesus didn’t come to hate and condemn,
    But to draw repentence…unto Him.

    I’ll see me–in Him, thru a humble shanty;
    Begging His power to relieve my scanty.
    He scratched my back…so many times;
    Tho’ condemned, he cried not a whine.

    Alas, I’ve learned a valuable lesson by you;
    “Two wrongs…do not make a right!”
    Perchance, you gain honor in what is true;
    You shall then emerge–a holy light.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Pain is a reckonary thing–full of cost;
    An event…when sense is lost.
    Lost in the brain, for other things to do;
    As a dormant courage ensues.

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    Pain is a reckonary thing–full of cost;
    An event…when sense is lost.
    Lost in the brain, for other things to do;
    As a dormant courage ensues.

    Quick!…is the lesson of an intense pain,
    Like a javelin thru the brain.
    Brainwaves are galvanized into action,
    Seeking an easier attraction.

    Dumb folks do not escape pain, at all,
    Especially…a hateful call.
    Like an addict, they seek distraction,
    Dulling a galvanized action.

    Instead of producing behavioral sight,
    Like becoming wrong or right,
    The sensible thing becomes illogical;
    The pain-of-hate, so magical.

    The enjoyment of experiencing hate,
    The pain bites like a snake.
    Every poisonous throb to be gained,
    Hate intensifies with pain.

    Jump-to-conclusion is a passtime song;
    Somebody else “did wrong.”
    Yell mean!…and sing-out the cruel fact;
    Pain deserves to get back.

    Angry revenge lays a feast before a foe;
    The snake-bite appetites more.
    Oh! pain, please effect the craving brain;
    So soon…hate becomes insane.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Kindness is partial…persuasive;
    Love might attract the soul;
    Compliments lift lonely hearts;
    Warmth desolves the cold.

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    Kindness is partial…persuasive;
    Love might attract the soul;
    Compliments lift lonely hearts;
    Warmth desolves the cold.

    Blindly, we seek another spirit;
    Another…incongenial fool.
    Striving desparately to alter ego;
    Change our heavenly tool.

    We labor as fools–discording love;
    Utilizing kindness in revenge.
    Such inclination to harbor hate;
    Evil…to make devils cringe.

    Spirit whispers peace…with kind;
    Let foolish hearts desolve.
    Understanding calms the mind;
    Love persuades: resolve.

    There is no depth within our view;
    No principle shining bright.
    Sight is darkened by heavy clouds;
    No reason to choose the right.

    We dare not abandon–dear cruelty;
    Our journey swiftly downhill.
    Hate!…we are compelled to love;
    All the way down…to hell.
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