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Truth itself is a powerful tool

One I think we should all try to use

Honesty is linked as well

Trust is a must or there will be lies

He walks away from her today

Walking away, she feels betrayed

She'd been there through the harshest times

Then he threw sand in her eyes and made her blind

Truth was something she couldn't see

For it wasn't what he wanted her to see

He didn't lay it on the line

So she lost her way along with her rhyme

I live in the city of truth seekers.

A beautiful way to see them be.

When traveling around to different towns,

I see the difference across this country.

People don't want to know the truth.

They hold onto a book saying it's the truth.

But truth is truth, it is no lie.

And the truest truth is right in front of your eyes.

So slow down for a minute and check it out.

It's the moment, the present, that it's all about.

Caught up in the fable

Lost in an ocean of lies

I can see you see right through me

When I look into your eyes

Can you see right back into

Miles of restless nights?

I fear that you can see too much

So I'm turning off the lights

I still feel your glare,

Even when you're not here

My skin starts crawling fearfully

Whenever you come near

Conditioned instincts;

I cower and hide

I told you I was honest

But truthfully, I lied

All in all, all it is,

Is a game of seek and find 

But I don't want to see the truth

So I render myself blind 

Living serenely as I reside,

Quietly revolting inside.

I'm looking for someone 

Real enough with whom I can confide.

Truth...

...needs not of lawyers,

guns, or money,

...as it is it's own defense.

8:27 PM 5/11/2013 ©

The perfect tides of perfect days, how silently they sweep away,

the truth which I have yet to know and honesty that cannot grow.

For hidden in the hearts of men, a secret that we must defend.

That those who are not, cannot be led by those with silence in their head.

But deep within the minds they know, how kindness and truth must too bestow. 

Now she sits there twiddling.

Thumbs opposing.

Wondering just how wrong she is.

So much deception.

This world is hungry for truth.

She is hungry for truth.

Hungry for love and peace and harmony.

She wants to understand her purpose in this world.

Once she thought she did.

Her story unfolds a mystery.

A maze of confusion in her mind.

She tries to unwind.

Twisted up and in pain inside.

Many mistakes have been made in this life.

She follows her heart but her heart is torn.

Seems to be going in 20 different directions.

Makes no sense.

She feels she needs focus.

So she puts her attention on one thing.

Love. Love of all. Love of one single being.

Hard to keep it all contained.

She can't resist giving her heart to all that come near.

Her love is unconditional.

Unrestricted.

Unquestioning.

She's a lover of all beings. 

Who dwell upon this Earth plane.

So, she looks to God to answer her questions.

Now, if only she can ask the right thing.

For she does not want to self deceive.

And it's easy to fall into that trap.

She asks God to guide her once again.

And hopes that she can remove the blinders

Enough to actually see or hear his answers.

'Do I know you?' drips black

From pale, abused lips.

Once again, these probing strands

Seek, seek though the answer will never grip.

Eyes peering into nothing,

And filled with wisdom and age,

Time has given itself in abundance

But disregards his rage.

He sees the suits and ties and jewels and although he

Grovels and praises the people Manhattan,

His back is weighed down by a knowledge

That it is distasteful these days, to be the Samaritan.

His coarse hands grope and feel

High in the sky they reach,

For riches and glory claimed by others already

In spite of the danger of impeach.

'Feasts fall from the sky!' he hollers

A mighty gift sent from Faeiries indeed!

Of the curse he knows well enough

Yet his avaricious mouth continues to feed.

So often our women catch him,

With his nose up high and searching

Hungry for-not a meal! they know,

But a satisfying of his red mind, unseeing.

Like a drunken man he becomes

High at the scent of dreaming wine,

He looks happy and content for once but

Nevertheless knows his heart is a maddened line.

Children circle around him taunting

Eyes of coals and blood runned teeth,

He covets even these heartless devils

Even if angels are waiting, just waiting for release.

Sometimes he'd sit at a strangers front porch

Always on a cold November night,

Thinking 'I probably should get to work now'

But alas, his flawed mind will never bite.

Is this a story of a man's hallucinations?

If I tell you “No, you're wrong”,

But is one about humans like you and me,

Would you accept this merely a song?

Or would you take heed my warning

And answer my sad Siren call.

For this is not a matter to be dealt

Separately and to be held carelessly light.

Look back upon ourselves

Are we not like this 'man' here-but do not blame!

Who can say this is a hallucination

When all of us are him, all the same?

What is "doubt"? A portal to another dimension,
A glimpse of possibility, a window to centrifugal vacuity,
Where the soul reaches for it's destined acuity,
Blood splattered over our eyes creates the blindfold
We cherish, but behind this excecation,
We unknowingly perish, as the sun's relentless light
Attempts at our illumination,
While the symbols of the story take full control
By man's elation of power and glory.
A single life like many others, churning passion in vastness
Of time and space, leaving untold grace in coveted remains,
A fugitive of justice, the pages turn and we read of nothing but pain,
But Tomas, the one who doubted, protector of the dark,
He calls to us in humbleness, revealing a lone and ugly spark
Of inspiration, intrepidation guides this auric feild,
How will we uncover and bring these truths to light,
And at the same time, sheild
Those whose journey, yet blessed with awareness
Fumble in the night, desperately grappling,
The fantasia's wispy seduction lures their innocence
Into a selfish plight.

Just a man like any other, a brother,
Fugitive of justice in his day,
Trying to get his message to us,
Light years away.

It says, "The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone.
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God."

11:43 AM 4/21/2013 ©

I'm not a perfect person.

I have fears.

Deep fears that keep me from growing.

From being willing to truly dig deep.

To look at myself objectively.

My ego is too much sometimes.

I get my feelings hurt easily.

My mind, I allow to take over and make shit up.

Without finding out or trying to find out the truth.

I am afraid of the truth.

I close my heart up.

Refusing to see me.

Unwilling to give myself the love that I need.

Unwilling to receive the love others may give.

I think I give love to others.

But without being willing to accept it in return,

I don't believe that my love is really giving the proper exchange.

I want to receive.

It's just hard for me.

My mind thinks I'm being deceived.

Yet I do not know.

Is it me deceiving me?

Of course it is, my mind screams.

Open your eyes, try to receive.

I'm too caught up in a chase of love.

To stop and accept the truth of love.

I hope to one day get rid of these blocks.

As they keep me trapped and unwilling to love.