Deep Poetry for Sunday, January 30, 2011

I saw you this morning; I looked into your eyes. If you only knew how much I hated you, I can see through all of your lies. Why do you hurt people with all your wretched ways? With your deeds and actions and all the things you say? You’d never say you’re sorry; you just dish out all the dirt! Why does it not worry you, all of those people that you hurt? Look at you! Arrogant and smug, no wonder no one likes you, You’re nothing but a thug! Good by and good ridden I’ll not be sorry when you leave... Sign in to see full entry.

In the cause of life when the waves of life seems unbearable look up to him the one and only reedemer. one who gives joy like a river that cannot be found elsewhere. His brings comfort and peace with the moon he brightens the night. where tranquility is found is sure to be his dwelling place. When lost, deep in painful thoughts, his touch could be counted on for. a reason to hope. For no penny he paid the dept you owed with an assurance of salvation. Sign in to see full entry.

A house built on water, island Fleet of cars, pretty ladies Hundreds of servants at beck and call Clients on queue to keep an appointment Your Honour! Thy Majesty! The special one Kids throwing toys, maids doing chores, wife doing aerobics A room filled with treasure, A table adorned with ornament. Oh! Men of great life Success, success, success What would he not do to have its name in the sand of time? Sign in to see full entry.