sworldlikepoems

  Si vic pacem, para bellum "If you want Peace, prepare for War" We’ve come to the end, Unknown as before. We're here to ascend And prepare for War. What used to be true Isn’t true anymore. What used to be Peace Will break into War. So dry off the milk And prepare for meat! It’s time to unwrap The web of deceit. Whose side are you on? Don’t stand in the door! This capsizing boat Won’t make it to shore. Want to sit on a fence? Well, prepare for fencing! I mean no offence, But it's time for de-fencing. The Truth is my sword To fight against legions. I am wielding my words To show my allegiance. The Lord is my Friend And fear is foe. The darkness descends The more that you know. We stand arm to arm In a Zion embrace, From near and far All hearts in one place. So send us again With eagles to soar, As wishing for Peace, We prepare for War!!!

  Where is Thy face, Where’s thy pavilion? Here below We are one to a million. How did I miss that To gain exaltation One is awarded A marred reputation? Pick up your rock, He will draw in the sand. These are the things You don’t understand. Pick up your rock, Sharp as your stares. These are the wheat And these are the tares... Follow the Lord To the top of Moriah. Come as a friend And return as pariah. This is the art We have learned to perfection Donning acceptance And branding rejection. Cowardice shuns All introspection. Freedom of thought Is worse than infection! Take me away To a place of Your brilliance! You are the One And we are the millions...

  Он мне тогда сказал «спасибо, Но недостаточно красива я для него тогда была». А может я сошла с ума? Заштопать старые колготки? Достать помады и подводки? Кто даст сейчас на всё ответы? Меняются приоритеты ... Да, знаю, это очень жалко, Что жизнь, как соковыжималка Стирает молодость с лица Наперекор персту творца. Что дети забирают всё, Мечты, карьеру- всё моё. А тут ещё мировоззрений Незапланированный лом. Хоть плачь, а хоть об стенку лбом. Послушайте, ну что за диво?!?! Для женщины быть некрасивой Ведь всё равно, что быть поэтом. Нелепо и безумно это!! Я похудею, хоть немножко, Надену новые серёжки И обгоню на каблуках И ноющую боль, и страх!!! Ты все стоишь, силён и прав, И имя русское мое, Как иностранную портянку, (не надо было за славянку!!!) теребишь в холостых губах . А в женственных моих руках есть только пепел- брака прах. Like Comment Share

  Whole I have no name. I have no age. I am untethered like a sage, That’s been around for long enough To know the value of our stuff, Acknowledgments and recognition, Of life’s pursuits and its ambitions. There’s no pain Since there’s no loss. There is no road I can not cross. Becoming fearless is regal!!! If sassiness becomes illegal, I might move out into the woods, But until then, I should be good:) There’s no time, No stop and go, Except for the eternal flow. There’s no emptiness, no lack. A brighter white, a darker black. But no intention to condemn, No ‘this is us’ And ‘this is them’… I have no name. I have no age. My lives are turning Page by page… A deeper light with every robe, Or that would be my only hope. And Love is all I can recall. In need of nothing, I AM whole.