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Rages to Riches

Rages to riches is not a cake walk.
To retain the slipping walks
sucks the sweat and blood.
But, it nurtures the spirit
by whirling all around
“Only hard work pays”,

In search of fate
the passionate walk
needs humble beginnings
to shine in sky.

The house built on faith
won’t get tremble,
for gossips all around.
Only the one finds
epic fail, whose
roots watered in Nepotism.

Too many pens and
so many bees fall short of
narrating the lives
that reaches the sky.
 
Every rage to riches wouldn’t
find place in history.
Only few curves the niche
to read, to speak and to praise.

If money's the root cause of all evil

It's no wonder what you preach is unbelievable 

If God gave a shit about you and I

Then why the hell did he leave us all here to die?

If freedom's now a privilege,  not a right

Then why the fuck are you telling me how to live my life?

Could it be that we're all forsaken?

Could it be that Christ was mistaken?

Cause it seems that we've been forsaken all along (chorus)

If you are able to change the whole world

Then what the fuck are you crying like a baby for?

Could it be that we're all forsaken?

Could it be that Christ was mistaken?

Cause it seems that we've been forsaken all along

The holy ghost has forsaken you/  has forsaken me/ has forsaken us

Could it be that we're all forsaken?

Could it be that Christ was mistaken?

Cause it seems that we've been forsaken all along

11-26-22

Are you ready for it?

I shouldn’t have to ask you that question after all that you have done.

It would’ve been rude of me not to give you a heads-up like this.

Your reign of terror is steps closer to its endgame.

If I do not draw my sword and face the ghosts of my past, checkmate is guaranteed.

I did something bad long ago, but can you blame me?

I’m just a human being that made a mistake because I was not in the right mind.

Anguish and love do not mix because both made my life worse before.

If you respect that my situation is delicate, why do you keep poking the hornet nest?

If you crack it open and the wasps sting you so much their poison burns,

don’t be surprised if I say, “Look what you made me do.”

Your empathy is lacking so why should I care if you are put to rest the next day?

Princes don’t negotiate with paupers like me.

So it goes because fame and violence are always placed above justice and peace.

Isn’t it gorgeous to be the one in control? To run a country or a sect without a care in the world?

Doesn’t it feel amazing when your subjects obey you unconditionally as if you are an almighty god?

These questions reveal to me that aristocrats and celebrities use their authority

for insolence and seduction. No wonder we can’t have nice things.

You are not entitled to my throne even though a liar was the king of my heart before.

What was “yes” today could be “no” tomorrow so I keep fewer promises.

I’ve heard enough empty platitudes from your devotees to realize that an oath is not to be made lightly.

Anything else you want to preach about before I take the getaway car to escape additional agony?

Go ahead and dress your possessive wiles by telling me you love me

And shower me with material goods to let my guard down against my better judgment.

But when you try to use your tenderness as leverage, it is all the more reason for me to leave.

The longer I stay here, the more certain it is that my life is in danger.

My hands are tied keeping the darkness around me at bay for as long as I can.

Fortune is never on my side when I dance, but my sword will always be my partner.

Call it what you want, but the battlefield is my ballroom.

If dancing alone is the only way I can retain my individuality, so be it.

Happy Raʼs as-Sanah al-Hijrīyah, Vlad Dracula.

I’ll see you in Hell.

~  PRAYING FOR LOVE  ~
( Linked )

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Praying for Love
P
Love in this World
R
World Lord can change
A
Change with His Love
Y
Love Lord can bring
I
Bring in all hearts
N
Hearts be Transformed
G
Transformed with Love
F
Love, Peace, not Hate
O
Hate, evil, wrong
R
Wrong, sad, destroys
L
Destroys lives, souls
O
Souls, breaks hearts, men
V
Men need Praying
E
Praying for Love.

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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016

June.30.2020

“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-

~Author's Notes:
The 'Linked' is a poetry form or style created in 2008, by Erich J. Goller. (Vienna )

~ Best  From  Heart  ~
( The Blitz  Poem )

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Just spreading Love Hope Joy Peace
 Just hoping for the best
 Best to happen
 Best everyday
 Everyday night and day
 Everyday all the time
 Time and time again
 Time all around
 Around comes and goes
 Around up and down
 Down play it all time
 Down there you go
 Go and don't waste time
 Go and don't look back
 Back you're again
 Back you've come
 Come and show me how
 Come and lets talk
 Talk once more
 Talk and make it right
 Right about us
 Right as it should be
 Be all between us
 Be once and for all
 All that is what I want
 All that is what I need
 Need that n' more
 Need is all this
 This can't be bad
 This sounds so good
 Good is to do it
 Good is to see
 See it all clear
 See you at last now
 Now at last
 Now I can see you
 You make me glad
 You make me wait
 Wait a long time
 Wait n' much more
 More I love you
 More of your love I want
 Want you night and day
 Want you I shout
 Shout your dear name
 Shout it with all my heart
 Heart and mind
 Heart and soul
 Soul
 Mind

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Dorian  Petersen  Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2019<center>

June.30.2020

“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-

~Author's Notes:

The ' Blitz Poem ' is a poetry form or style created by Robert Keim.

Enslaving chains and wilderness pains 

are broken on healing heavenly domain 

plus graceful throne, envisioned. 

Method upholds this marauding madness 

aflicting us on earthly journeys through 

wounded wilderness, deadly disdain 

and frighful famine; distressing 

humankind and nature. 

Twisted minds and wicked souls  

torment humankind on this earthly  

journey through birth, life and death. 

Yet, we came with nothing; and with 

nothing, we depart to earth's dust.  

Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to 

hide this greatest reality from heaven's 

green pastures, meadows and 

river bed, unchained.  

We follow this river path to oceans 

lighted by divine mercy and unending 

salvation; healing broken hearts and 

bleeding, lost souls. 

the carpenter

cuts the wood

with a blade clean

sharp straight and

true muscles con-

tract     with measured

constraint this will

be his life’s work

this labour of

l o v e      every-

thing his hand touches    be-comes    a crucifix of sorts    built with blood and sweat and

tears    he loves to work and so he works with love      he has a good eye for beauty they

say    the elegant simple beauty of a carpenter    who himself is weighed and measured

cut and sanded   patiently fashioned   the secrets of the trade   not the son but the father

suspended on a

crucifix of our de-

sign he trades his

labour for a loaf of

bread how he misses

home still hammer

and nail and clamp

and glue the wine

of life his blood

that flows he is

building the king-

dom of heaven un-

awares hammer in

hand he is con-

structing a dream

yet all he knows is

that he is working

although

doubt still

controls and betrays

faith stands strong

as we sway

I've been loving on it

for several years

and living

 as I count the ways

of blessings