For Mercy, For Truth
The motto: For Mercy. For Truth. &In Jesus
Among the thousands of human expressions one might observe, two of them always symbolize truthfully or ruefully the time one’s in.
A smile, beautiful and simple,
salient and inaudible
could carry the poison’s of past regrets,
or the smoldering of tommorrow’s hopes
Empty barrels make the loudest noise they say,
but laughter is always about the present,
It is ever in the moment
Every smiles carries a thought,
that’s why mona lisa’s is analyzed to naught
For all that’s known, the painter might have been naked,
As her mind compares and breakdown the perverse and the sacred
A laugh is not full of any thoughts,
Just of its present enjoyment and things of that sort,
Its unpretty and in the here and now,
and denotes a life of many joys
A smile can be photogenic,
teasing with the possibility of interesting stories,
but can be laden with gulleys
and little tricks
Which would you rather own,
Laughing Lines on today’s throne,
or smiles yearn or frown
that never make it to one’s brow.
A pretty picture stuck in time,
or dynamic present overflowing down the line.
there is you
there is I
walking hand
in hand
Saying bye
to the tide
that ferried us
to the island’s shores
We gonna build it up
and grow a living crop
making our world
better, one neighbor
at a time
I find my way in the echos of the beat,
through the intervals and rests on the sheet.
In the dark corners of my humanity, a melody is lit,
on chord progressions and notes I feast
And it calls and links those in need
to come, come and eat,
And together we are singing in the street.
if beethoven was inserted to our time,
his masterpieces would be reduced
to a few hooks just to shine.
Gone are textures of pianissimo,
the captivating crescendo,
Replaced with lyrics of braggadocio
Einstein’s E=MC2,
would be presented by bikini models
because afterall, less is more anywhere
In our time,
we eat today,
for the morrow,
we might lose all vim
Our time is smart, zany, fleeting, and beauteous,
yet insatiably lecherous.
Much perspiration
Over an expectation
One can’t anticipate
Yields
illusional perspectives
fields
dillusional operatives
But know that
In that very depth
lies the reality
that you are not inept
and in that, you are filled with serenity.
Evergreen,
Ever seen,
is the echo of a new dawn
There’s a shaking,
Roots are rattling,
As your body prattles
about the touch that comes,
come sun down
Oh, oh, prattle on, prattle on,
Sashay love, sashay on.
There’s a quiver,
when the thought of a lip
brings you to a sweet whisper
It’s in those jimmy shoes,
and quick taps of your toes
Pray, tell, the one who knows
how to hasten sun down
ooooh, ooh prattle on, prattle on,
Sashay love, sashay on.
Darling, by the gazelles,
by the deers,
by your chattering fawn,
don’t awaken love,
till its ready for the dance, that will come
come sun down.
I have seen somethings under the sun
and they baffle everyone born;
The way in which one says nothing,
but all in the same breathe reveals everything,
The way an emotion at the start,
can elate or deflate the heart
And of course,
Moving pictures!
Even Warhol’s structures
never had this many dimensions!
Four curved things come together in unision,
In synergy, they are one,
A fifth moves like electricity
calibrating to the oscillating chemistry
Left wall
to the right one
scents beheld at its microscopic
sights seen with a lick
A bite resonates,
as a move culmanates
The front door said to the back door
“you are nothing more than a gateway to the backyard”
The back door retorted,
“you are nothing more than a gateway to the frontyard”
The yard’s rebuttal was,
“this is my land, BITCHES”
A bulimic tree
without any of its known leprosy
A bare ground
whose corpse is left naked bound
The usual stars
that clothe the angel
are missing from here
It’s february
The polar bears are sleep deprived
Fall was slightly ornery
but we’ll go apple picking in april.
There is one dream
that is all agleam
And all are about it
but in this meet,
All get to win
All strike it rich,
and it is the grand find
The find is love.
Ask john also about this;
concerning it, he wrote.
True story bro.
