is feeling very pleased with herself this morning, off to the Drs soon, so i will be brought down to earth again, cos still very sick. BUTTTTT I HAVE HAD 5 POEMS NOW ENTERED INTO A READING LIST AND THIS ONE GOT FIRST PLACE X “Eyes” What good are eyes? Which refuse to see the misery and pain Not aware of a poor beggar Trembling in cold and rain. What good are ears? Which refuse to hear the dreadful screams An accident victim pleading for help, What good are arms? That fail to hold the weak A loved one abandoned After he looses everything, he maybe to blame, but still needs to be held all the same What good is the mind? That refuses to think The orphans selling things on road, You dismiss with a blink. What good are those friends? Who betray even your soul You lost your looks And they can’t bear To look at you at all. What good is the voice? That can’t even console You aged mother Waiting for days for your single phone call. What good is the knowledge? That doesn’t bring wisdom in your world WRATH, GREED, SLOTH, PRIDE, LUST, ENVY, and GLUTTONY. The Seven deadliest SINS. That life will never cure. What good is the education? That doesn’t give conscience We are losing humanity With the advancement in science. What good is the life? Which is not worth living No time we have To cherish the precious gift given. My disease is this, I know how to deceive, been taught how to lie from a very very young age, covering others crimes. Still going unpunished. Can’t stop myself from speaking the truth Or furnish you with just half of it, I speak how I find. I treat how I am treated, Ignore who Ignore Me, Forget those who forget me. I simply move on. I never look back, You lost me, that’s Your fault. Not mine. My disease is this, That I will never shut my eyes to the wrongs Get used to what happens Learn to walk on the thorns. I will always look out for the lost the misfits, the so called has-beens, no where people of society. Because its untrue, they are some where. THERE HERE WITH YOU NOW, you choose to over look NOT I My disease is this, I can’t escape from the guilt. If I Hurt someone And warm myself in a quilt. A life time of hurt, pain and ridicule, no one to hold, no one on my side. teaches you this, to BE THERE. I have no faith left in god, to many times Have i got down and begged and prayed, and not once has he listened, If he is the powerful one. why does he not stop, this dreadful waste of loss of life the wars, the killings of innocent sons. Murders, thefts, snobbery Growing unchecked. We complain not out of concern But because we feel the threat, of life and liberty. A loss of a child for what ever reason, Is A scourge on society Ive been told that the world is a beautiful place to live. Full of high mountains and valleys But I found it to be a cliff. A Dog-eat-dog world Or call it a mad rat race There are masks on every single face. And my disease is, I am stuck in this life with no escape, only a cowards disgrace. Attempting in vain to set a few people who grace my life with smiles. if that’s my role in life, then so be it. But I say this hand on heart do not take me for a joke. I am not a joke, I am human just like you, I bleed, I cry, I LAUGH I SHOUT, BUT MOST OFF ALL I LOVE, WITH ALL OF MY HEART. FRIENDS NEAR OR FAR
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 10:52:45 +0000
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