hesitant precautions; my heart at an auction!A Poem by 60s
delusion Vs. Reality
I know what you're searching for: I know what you've been seeking. I know not what you O human crave or to what extent do you gratify your wants which would be characterized as self seeking but I do perceive that this warfare will leave me vainly alongside the bench. in perplexity, For nightly am I drenched. searching wittingly for someone or some thing to illude me. So I can re gratify my self-perception for this is what soothes me. Reality rules me, I want an escape I'll beat on my chest and howl to be likened an ape. All heroes don't wear capes, not all villains have horns. sometimes the warfare fought between both (ideals) is wore by thorns. piercing the thoughts of the individuals sounding the horn; bringing to attention the evildoer and heeding to idleness. delusion Against Reality, Man against himself sin is a common theme as social status with great wealth. as fear with intimidation is allusion accompanied with delusion and her lust-capturing personification. Relocate my heart in the depth of the sea-- but even my Creater all-knowing from him--nay is hidden especially that of any human deed. nor thoughts nor intentions, he conceals preventions. but manages and feeds. but why--? why do we still want ? why do we still plead? Why, oh why, O Lord of the sky? why Lord over all land considerably dry? do you allow us to follow our blind eye. For with such perplexity do we such. yet we do not cease, we fight the battle on our knees then we Rise attending once again to the doctrine of our blind eye testing our virtues within--but yet in all this do we come face to face with our sin we Fight but our victory depends on your contemplation which is sovereign and premeditated. so why as such should the human mind be A functioning complication? it is the tool used for hatred. yet for Love it can be as lovely as a dove but as it is the instrument uplifting oppression but the gateway of confession the tongue is a gift too-- you know? but Oh--! how grieveint and hopeless is this member! there's more hope for the gate itself than for the gatekeeper. the gate opens itself without the help of the watchmen -- so why is he rendered necessary ? oh my sins I wish to bury--! Run to God in a hurry! Run to God in a hurry! the number of graves I'd have to dig would account to many! my sins are great! succeeding to infinity! © 2017 60s |
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Added on December 21, 2017 Last Updated on December 21, 2017 Author |