Category Archives: Poetry

Music Perspective

Lights
Of a different space
Come fill this place
The soft peals of a distant song
Echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
Dusty Lights fill the stage
One girl stands alone, to share a page

A page
Not just a melodic words to appealing sounds
But a testimony to an unfolding story resounds
Out of those notes the rhythm that song
Come the echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
One girl, one attempt, simply to share a page
One courageous action, to share center stage

A song
More than the allotment of time for a series of notes
It’s the heart of the girl, her dreams her hopes
You dare to criticize the way she shares their soul
You dare to constrict an expression that could make you whole
Life is not based on your basis of reality
Accept the fact that through your lack of understanding can grow a principality

Courage
Under the burden of your words, spoken or not
That woman shares her heart despite being distraught
That one up there on the stage
She knows that growth comes from change
True courage is staying true to what you believe and who you are
Despite the growing war to control the peals of a guitar

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The Foundation

Perspectives change,
mindsets rearrange.
In a world of ideas, constantly shifting,
is there such a thing as truth persisting.
The desire to search, and the right to disagree
all taken away under the banner of equality.

When right is wrong, and wrong is right
and acceptance is taught as a doctrine of its wrong to fight.
When in reality no perceivable foundation exists,
and an epidemic of changing truth persists.
How can there be an idea of relativistic morality
if the root of the concept is moral depravity.

The idea that there cannot be ultimate truth,
just a mixture of ideas being pumped into the youth.
Not one of them allowed to be labeled as wrong,
all can believe different and yet are still part of the same throng.
Ideas fail to reach their full significance,
foundational ideas become platforms of dissidence.

I believe in the concept of truth,
the existence of an unshakable reality of which we are in a constant search of proof.
An idea incorruptible, by logic or deception
A way of thinking that defies our logical perception.
If truth was decided by mans observation,
than the basis of thought would undergo a violent cessation.

Truth exists as a foundation never changing,
The only variable is our perception ideas twisting and rearranging.
Fact and truth often bare no separation,
One is used to describe the other a divine revelation.
If we can separate the two we will come to realize
That truth supersedes fact and facts can be used to lie.

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The Truth of Love

Truth hidden by God for Kings to discover,
a deep desire by God’s Love we uncover.
A Misconceived idea we think we understand,
a path, a journey, a revolutionary word we think we command.
More than a need for my gratification.
More than an act to validate my immediate station.
Born with a compacity to love like a child,
often twisted to mean a feeling of ecstasy in an atmosphere of wild.
The truth of the deception lies not in introspection,
but an acceptance that love is based on a selfless connection.
A need revealed deep in the center of being,
filled first by God not by a feverish moment of misconceiving.
Not on the misunderstanding that love is based on a physical connection.
Not on the thought that love equates to a violent display of affection.
No, love at its root, at the base, in its center,
is not a feeling is not an emotional state of euphoric pleasure.
Action based on love not love on action,
Love is not based on whether or not you receive satisfaction
No thats the deception truth irrevocably twisted,
Love is the ability to give grace forgive and together be uplifted.

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