You were a splinter in my side,
A small irritation
Till I removed you.
How can you put yourself in my shoes?!
When you think
I don't wear or have any.!.
I am not complaining!
Just explaining.
Distance is not of time and space,
It's of the heart.
The rose of friendship has many thorns,
removing them one by one,
Till only the sweet perfume
Of
Friendship lingers on.
Are you the bullet?
Or
The gun.!
Seeds of thoughts,
Sown in the garden of time,
Bring forth strong growth of plants,
Every time.
Some use their disabilitys,
To try and control others.
Some like to think
Their way is better.
How can you judge me?
You don't know me.
I don't know you
And don't want to.
I do not perch on the same branch as you.
Your opinions, thoughts
Are your own.
They don't effect, interest, concern me.
I take responsibility for mine,
I suggest you do the same.
Each day is a blank new page,
How we write in it
Is what matters.
I have shared this day of my life with you
I hope it has been
A healing journey for us both
It will never return again.
Till we next turn life's page.
We are each others teachers
In
This life journey.
Good or bad.
Into life some rain must fall
Many acquaintances,
Rose garden of friends.
Even weeds- have flowers.
Rejection hurts, causes tears.
Some are nose's
On life's face.
Cheats in life,
Do you cheat me?
Or
Yourself.
Don't look back,
While stepping forward
You might trip and fall
To what is happening now.
Why do some of us,
Live our lives
In masquerade.
Reflections of truth,
Faults seen in ourselves
Are projected onto others.
What we hate in ourselves,
reflections of our faults
Are blamed on others.
Choices made in the past,
Effect many lives,
Negatively or positively,
Therefore choose carefully/wisely,
Now.
To
Gain respect,
One has to earn it.
What you want,
Isen't what I want.
I divorced my disability.
I love the song of nature's heart.
All life- has it's own life song,
Listen you will hear it.
I am the singer you are the song.
Into every life-some rain must fall.
The best memorial,
Is in the heart.
Rain- Tears from the sky,
Wash away expectations.
Good or bad.
I sometimes wonder,
If life on this earth
Is hell.
The hereafter heaven.
I suppose all depends,
On what we write
On the blank page of life.
Compassion is the begining of honour.
Time.
Treasure the measure of these moments,
They will soon be blown away.
There is nothing worse than a sanctamonious hypercrite.
It takes courage to live the truth of the heart & soul.
Don't tell me.
What you think
I am not.
Share with me,
What I am.
My soul journey is between me & my Creator,
You must go on your own.
Honour the Divine within you,
Then
You will honour yourself & others.
Survival of the fittest?
Is because the fit selfishly,
Don't help the weak to heal.
Become strong,
By being self absorbed.
I can become so much more than I am now.
With God's help
Within me.
Truth,
Learn your own truth,
From the teacher within,
And leave me to learn mine.
May we honour the Divine within us.
Why do you say,
You are in need?
When your heart
Is full of greed.!
Angels come softly.
I don't want to beat them,
I don't want to join them,
I am not a bird
Of
Their feather.
I don't want to flock with them.
I am me,
Can't they understand this truth.
I take people as I find them,
Not
As others do,
I don't want to know about them
From you.
I will find out for myself
As most always do
Don't share your experience with or of them,
I don't want to know
I will find out for myself,
Painful, joyful, wisdom,
I will know
In my time,
As others do
So don't tell me about them
I don't want to know.
I am tired of running,
The
"Sanctimonious Gantlet."
Your assumption
Of me
Is our own.
Don't assume
You know me,
Or
My life, life's journey, heart, actions
You don't.
There is only one
Who knows
All lives, hearts, souls, spirits,
He is The Creator of all life.
Amen.
It's easier to go with the flow,
Than
Swim agains't heavy dark, big waves,
When doing The Lord's will,
He brings us through
Safe, calm waters
On the other side.
Stale old bread
If
Kept too long?
Develops mould.
Get's hard.
You tripped over me
And
Your own feet,
In order to get to someone else,
Was it worth it?
Wise words spoken to me once,
"Don't go- where you are not wanted.
It's their loss.
Answer.
I don't.
Allegory of some people.
Some are cuckcoo's.
Their lay their responsibility's
In others lives.
Some are brave in crowds.
They hide behind others.
Assumption is a sin/evil.
No one knows each heart/life,
Only God.
We should never assume.
Why? Do we?
A book is not it's cover.
But what it contains within it's story.
Sometimes it's title gives us an idea of it's contents.
We have to read the whole book, to try & understand it's value or contents.
Don't we.?
Rumours are dangerous,
They hurt ears, hearts, lives,
Check if they are true,
Before you listen.
It could turn back on you.
Allegory of some people we meet in life.
Chewing /bubble gum.
Some treat others like chewing/bubble gum.
Chew till flavour of the moment gone
Then spit it out.(us out)
Till the next chewing/bubble gum,
Flavour of the moment comes along.
Get all the goodness of the flavour,
When they can
When of no further use,
Blow up a bubble to burst.
Are you
The chewing/bubble gum?
Of
The mouth?.
Be careful not to be anyones chewing/bubble gum.
Expectations.
It's yours
It's mine
Expectations.
Are they real?
Yours and mine?
False expectations
Hurt,
Think of me and mine.
Your expectations are your own,
Mine are mine.
Whispers, hurt,
When not true,
They linger for hours in our ears,
Others they fill with rumour, truth
What do we care.
Lies who do they touch/effect?
You?
Or me?
Are you so clever?
To keep covering up
One lie
With another?
I know, I am not
Are you?
Be carefull ,
You will trip over your own tongue one day.
And all will see you
For
What you really are.
Will they trust you again?
When I go within,
Am still.
Wait on the Lord,
Feel, see, hear His voice
Directing me.
Or
His divineangels .
When I don't
I am different,
My great loss.
May we all ever listen to His voice,
Answer when we are called, know His voice
Go within.
Serve Him as we should.
I pray for me and you.
I don't need a human back-scratcher,
I use a ruler
To
Scratch my back.
Share with me
Who I am.
Not
Who you want me to be.
I am not you,
You are not me.
Only our Creator,
Knows secrets of all hearts and lives.
I have heard it said:
Ignorance is bliss.
It's not,
It's un-informed/mind'lessness.
When you judge others lives.
Some shouldn't
Voice, write, share their thoughts,
On subjects
They are ignorant
Of,
It only paints a picture
Of
What they are.
I have just discovered a new word in the Dictionary, I can sadly relate to:- from personel experiences in the "Churchs recently"
It's "Limitarian".
Means according to the dictionary.
"One who believes that God's salvation is limited to the chosen few-tending to limit."
So sadly true. experienced this day too in Church. 21/4/2013.
Some appear to think they are better than others. Are they? By their comments, body-language, etc;
I thought God created us all equal? It's what we write on the blank page of life He gives us, that matters, it's called choices
Attempts to "Humliate" another
Is not only
"Ignorance."
It's also
"Cowardice"
Deserves our contempt.
Specially when we don't give them a chance of reply?
Or
Are willing to face our faults, errors.
Perfectly,
Perfect,
Perfection,
Creation.
Trust betrayed,
Is trust lost.
Stalke
=
Bad smell,
Time waster.
Bullys.
Hide behind masks.
Project on to others,
What they are not
Or
Have.
(Don't worry about them- they are a splinter-which can be removed-I find they hate it when ignored.)
Makes me sad-embarrassed,
When an old has been
Who have long passed
They use by date,
Subject all
To
"Their glory days,"
That have long passed.
Agitated issues,
May be cloudy for a while,
Negative dirt
Floats to the top,
Clears in time
Some need agitateion,
Give clear view
Fill a need,
Every time.
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