'Well, Hello there! What? '
You want me to feel empty
You say I'm not good enough
Telling me that I can't keep believing
That all believers are only decieving theirselves
Tell me, Satan how's it truly feel
To be selfishly hated
Always losing between mockery and debate
I wonder if others you've infected would relate
Sick with shame, patheticly lame
Must be exhausting to lose at your own game
You never call on me when I'm strong
Only when I'm weak
Always telling me I don't belong
~~NEWSFLASH! ~~
Mister you've got the story all wrong
You want me?
Come and find me
You can't make me the victim this time
I won't be fooled into this crime
Stop playing with my mind
There's nothing there for you to find
You want me to choose your side
How 'bout I latch on to you for a while
And we go for a redneck ride
Stop sending out your best
To haunt me into believing I've been forsakened
You can't touch me even when I've sinned
I'll take your punishments
For I know how to now use my mind
As a neverending instrument
Call it heaven-sent!
You're to late to be my master
Even if you were faster
I wouldn't break or fall
Into your decieving trap
You're not welcomed here
I refuse to be under you spell
Regardless of how many times I fall
I know just who to I have to call!
Yay! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Rockin' strong words from a rockin' strong gal! Memorable, too. This will hit I reckon just where it should. Fab! t x
BRAVO KRISTIN! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! What an excellent piece of poetry for number 100! ! ! Nicely said...you go girl! ! Hugs, Dee
Kristin - love the style of this - a great, strong message sent out there. And received loud and clear... congrats too on your 100th scribing! Great work. HG: -) x
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Kris...I do believe you have composed a lyrical lick, indeed, lassie... Strong pronouncement and well metered work, here...like this a lot....can hear both a rap & a rock song within this piece...
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I would like to translate this poem
For I know how to now use my mind As a neverending instrument Call it heaven-sent! This is such a fantastic declaration, God or Loving Consciousness or Your Inner Self - or whatever term you prefer to use - gave you your Mind as a Gift and you use it to lift up yourself and now us through your writings - Thank you.