Morals

The Odyssey

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Love

Every tear I cried helped you sail farther away

Every breath I sighed filled your wings to fly

You mastered the wind and waves to leave me

You cried as the storms only pushed you along

 

And then You, that magnetizing, gravitating whirpool

Leading men down to watery graves

Pulling the breath from many men's lips

And crushing them in your depths

 

It was difficult for me to lose you

I heard your siren's call

But I stuffed my ears and tied myself up

I knew you had nothing but death

 

Lastly to you, I won't say that there isn't beauty in your suffering

Only that those of us who can see it are pretty messed up

Trying desperately to find a silver lining in a thundercloud

A refreshing sea-breeze in a hurricane

 

Like the aurora borealis

Or the spritely fox-fire

You're a natural mystery

Filled with hidden meanings

 

My muses

My fates

My inspirations

I gave you my all

And you all left me wanting

Carnal Minds

Carnal Minds

There was a time henceforth when I had ten thousand dollars to spare
Happy with what the Lord hath already blessed me with, I decided to share
Having no need for the money I called two local men to mine house
Rumor had it the second man had the reputation of a cheat and a louse

The first man whose name was Greed, came in and sat near as could be
Behind him was a man named Wisdom, but he sat far, as he smiled at me
I told them both that I had five thousand dollars to give to each
Then said Greed, "give it here now!" as he leaned closer so as to reach

While I counted the money I looked upon wisdom's silence as wise indeed
For I knew he was patient, and of life's carnality he did heed
I counted aloud the words "Five thousand" and then quickly did Greed snatch away
His half of the money, so in life's pleasures he could foolishly play

I looked up expecting a gracious word of thanks from the greedy wretch
But he was already gone without a word; it was Satan's lures he did fetch
Then I looked over at my friend Wisdom, who was never reeled in by Satan's lure
He always appreciated the life that the Lord hath given him which in itself was pure

A very uplifting man that always a smile for me and all that did pass by
For he was happy knowing our Lord whom graciously arose in the sky
I handed him his share and he quietly tucked it away
Then he went on about his business until a later day

A week later Greed ran Wisdom's old wagon off of the road with his new car
As he laughed about wisdom spreading his money to the poor afar
Then without notice the man in the sky did call
He said “The books are open, now come one, now come all!”

Greed waited in line continually bragging about his carnal things
Until he learned that he had traded them for his heavenly wings
He went to a place not fit for a man as he looked up at Wisdom flying by
He pleaded "Just one sip of water I beg you bring me from a cloud up in your sky"

Wisdom smiled and said "Dear friend, I stored my money in Gods eternal bank"
It was your earthly treasures that did demote you to a sergeant in Satan's rank
It was only yesterday that you passed a starving woman in your car so nice
I stopped in my tracks, gave her food and shelter, I didn't have to think twice

Now I am here with her in paradise, the place the Lord set aside
For those with a conscience and a heart, who in his laws did abide
Though I did have a thirst for life's carnal things
I knew that I couldn't fly up here without my precious wings

Speak to me no more from the pits of Hell
For justice is served, and I chose well!

By: Wayne Hoss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is scarey... Beware!

Conscious Mind

Guilty Conscious eating at you? Don't let it. Guilt is a good thing, it was designed so as to make us ever aware of our shortcomings and/or faults. Once you have acknowledged your sin and asked for forgiveness, you are forgiven... so let it go. Some people allow Satan to use that sin against them by turning guilt into condemnation. Do not give Satan the pleasure of torturing you, once again... once you acknowledge that sin that gave you a guilty conscience and ask for forgiveness, you are forgiven... Read this poem!

Conscious Mind

Fear not a conscience that brings forth guilt
For upon that conscience is salvation built
Guilt is merely acknowledgment of a life of sin
Guilt brings out the monster hiding within

Put not this guilt, or its pain aside
Confront and acknowledge those sins that do hide
For guilt brings repentance and a life anew
Confessing those sins will open a door for you

To ignore this guilt would be a mistake
So confront that guilt for heaven's sake
If your pride makes you put it away
It will be back to haunt you another day

All men sin and fall short of the glory of God
But woe unto him that gives guilt not even a nod
Go up to an alter and pour out your heart
Give God that guilt and in heaven take part

By: Wayne Hoss

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The Clock

Sitting back high to make time go by

Why can't I get it right one of these tries

And my dreams fading away when I close my eyes

Everything I've started has ended tragically

I'm always destroying all the good that I see

For some reason I'm out chasing some action

Ducking and dodging all of my life's passion

My clocks ticking, I feel it on the inside

While I'm twisting all the morals that I live by

All because I'm runnin from this pain

Storms clouds following me, I live in the rain 

Been ten years since I've seen the sunshine days

I know I gotta man up, take this fight on now

Sweating through the night, I don't know how

I can make it another second, soul screaming out loud

Keep on pushing towards making yourself proud

Time's up, nowhere left to run to

Takes a lot of climbing to get back to the old you

Tired of spending days waiting on my miracle

Feeling spiritual making my life lyrical

If you relate to what I'm saying then stand up

Quit hoping for a chance CREATE YOUR OWN LUCK.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first post on here, don't know if I'd classify this as a poem or a partial song. Let me know what you think!! Thanks

Simple Equation

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Theme Based Poems

I have a set of standards that i follow at heart // cuz staying true to ones self is what I consider art // And if u chasing popularity then u faker then fake // I ignore da immaturities & learn from mistakes // I stay true to true friends & drop the ones that pretend // cuz if I find out that your a poser then it's over // the end // ain't gonna keep talking to a fake // & don't come back either when you realize your mistake // go to Bollywood if you want another take // I'm on my money bike tryna ride through my life // I don't need no pair of breaks // you just a gibberish clown man enough with the outtakes // & if your the type of person that shares the same mentality then applause to my positive equality // as we subtract all of does who doubted we // & let's look back at the exponents who made us be // as we climb to the top of this factor tree // knocking off every single wanna bee // man these haters stressin cause I'm tryna be greater than number one // grilling me cause they see me with a smile having fun // ha but I don't even gotta worry though // cause what's the point of stressing over decimals // I'm just trying turn this stream of money into my cash flow // & um excuse my paraphrasing but they said living plus life is a hard equation // yall must be blind i think most of yall are over gazing // cause i don't even see a problem // ha i guess I'm mathematically amazing. :)

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The theme is math ; theres a message in this poem also

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The Satanists

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Poems

An elderly man was trying to take his luggage and observe the Millenium Biltmore Hotel,
As he was struggling in the hall section,
All the other people just passed by him as if he wasn't even there,
They practically ignored him,
As the Pagan Days Festival was ending at another section of the hotel,
Satanists stood and offered the elderly man help,
Suddenly everyone is at an awe,
All the hotel guests that was present knew what was the right thing to do,
but the Satanists were the only ones who did it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was actually an experience I had with the High Priest Michael S. Margolin of the Sinagogue of Satan www.sosatan.org (and other members) at Pagan Days Fest 2007. This piece has won a couple of certificates and was also published in two books; "Whispers - A Collection of Short Works" and "Great Poems Of The Western World"

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