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Fingernails On A Blackboard

Fingernails scraping a blackboard;
that’s how it’s often described;
provokes a feeling, most abhorred;
our annoyance, clearly implied.

Many things cause this reaction;
as our patience begins wearing thin;
taking only the slightest infraction;
to trigger this reaction to begin.

Perhaps it’s a sign of the times;

Resist All Evil

The Master warned that evil be resisted;
espescially egredious, was capitulation;
for the evil one, must never be assisted;
no matter what, may be the situation;

Some evil ones are easy to resist;
for they never even bother to hide;
others masquerade to gain our assist;
hiding their evil inside.

I Don't Need

I don’t need to spread my sorrow;
there’s already enough to go round;
when I awaken upon the morrow;
grumbling, before my feet hit ground.

I don’t need to complain about anything;
an abundance of complaints exists;
besides; what good will complaining bring;
only more and more

Season Of Loneliness

Loneliness is a special time; a season;
for deepening growth of the mind;
higher knowledge is sought for a reason;
that reality be ultimately defined.

Loneliness brings with it much sadness;
for our mind tends to wander to the past;
allowing such, can lead us to madness;
our minds know,

Snowflakes Of The Soul

Snowflakes are so very unique;
no two are precisely the same;
alone they’re delicate and weak;
in a cluster, more power they gain.

Individual snowflakes floating in air;
tiny fishes swimming like an otter;
pictures of souls, without a care;
frozen elements of living water;

Snowflakes only last a

The Wisdom Of Love

Wisdom comes on the wings of Sorrows;
Knowledge sought; in the Depths of Despair;
Futility looms, in Todays and Tomorrows;
Love’s always seeking someone to Care.

Why must Wisdom and Pain be aligned;
and Todays wait for Tomorrows;
is such arrangement, how reality’s designed,
with Destiny as the

Those I Despise

No matter what I’m supposed to feel;
there are a few I still really hate;
I know it sounds bad; but let’s get real;
for I’m sure, even you, may relate.

There are some, who’ve made life unliveable;
I despise and loath them so.
I’ve

The World Within

We often speak of an outside world;
a universe filled with possibilities.
Just such a place is thought, unfurled;
which allows for all probabilities.

Thought is creator of all there is;
there’s nothing out in space;
credit for beauty and wisdom is His;
there’s none who can take

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