You Can Do Better
You can do better.
But maybe,
he’s what you deserve…
What you’re earned
Driven by fear
And not ambition. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Judgement Calls”
You Can Do Better
You can do better.
But maybe,
he’s what you deserve…
What you’re earned
Driven by fear
And not ambition. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Judgement Calls”
By vilifying love; calling it sinful, evil, wrong
You take away something that belongs.
Something this world needs.
Desperately.
This world already in the negative –
Can it afford to lose even more?
And worse, the source of your final verdict? Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – In The Negative”
Easily, you brand me - why? Because all you see is me Giving in to instincts like some filthy animal. No credit given where credit is due, Who the hell are you to sentence me to Hell? Well, I guess you're someone who knows, right? Guilty of the same sin of wiring, how inspiring that you're willing To claim yourself superior Because you're perfectly unhappy hiding your interior wants and wishes. Walk away before I get vicious - I'm just a mindless mongrel anyways, right? That's all it could be, So very fucking easy for you to see, Easy for you to know exactly how I got here. You don't know the Hell I've put myself through. The pain I've offered up in penance; the sacrifice, the self restriction because I wanted to paint it as an addiction I could get over with just a little self control. I gave up what I knew was worth everything For something in my fucking head. In your fucking head. In my heart, All of it is bound in regret. I never said what I should've Repeated As a daily prayer to someone A lot more pure Than the men I was raised to bow before. Easy? Easy you say - why? Because it was oh so easy for you?
I can’t read what isn’t written;
Can’t make sense of scribbles in the sand.
How can you proclaim the perfection of what you preach,
When the standards you set, are out of anyone’s reach?
Who are you, to think to teach,
When you yourself are in so much need?
When you yourself are so easily deceived? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #160 – Written In The Sand”