byfaith Poetry (86)

What is this fruit? Does it have a name? I will tell truth, though not seeking fame. We heard it's forbidden, nothing else we know. This truth was hidden, a long time ago. Much spoken about adam, we heard about eve. The suttleness of satan,and how he decieves. How their eyes opened, their bodies were exposed. What god had spoken, using fig-leaves for clothes. Not much else revealed, noting from that book. Makes you kinda feel, it's a story they cooked. But i am writing, it, being revealed to me. Surely wasn't apple biting, under some fruit tree. People have imagined fruits, every one in their land. While seeking the truth, about the garden Eden. There was so perfect, god's voice they heard. They lived as subjects, feeding off his word. Obeying of god's word, is heaven's first law. To break it was unheard, was death for sure. The "fruit" was disobedience, the breaking of god's command. This isn't rocket science, by god's word we stand. We belong to god, man isn't his own. satan tried our lord, with "bread from stone"! The first man adam, indeed he was conned. jesus by rebuking satan, showed how it's done. Get thee behind me, is all it took. Ooh! Lord i thank thee, for this "fruitless" look!

Attraction then dating, love romance and song. Beach walks then skating, what could go wrong? Can't do without you, we both often said. Before we both knew, we were in bed. Expressions of love, things she often said. Looking up above, tears she would shed. You are so good, she would say to me. I know you could, make me happy. But like most couples, we argued and fought. Sweet marriage toppled, in divorce court. With much pain, my mouth did swear: never will i again. My mind was clear; I would be insane. Only recently though, i bought a rose. Thinking seri-ous-ly, when to propose!

Totalitarian goverments are crumbling. Freedom is on the horizon. Self determination is prevailing. As democracy is soldiering on. Today we swear by this system; the right to choose our path. Many believe it the true realm, democracy is indeed "our hearts"! But imagine six billion people, all making their "own demands". Regularly goverments will topple: the citizens in full command. Daily people marching the streets, taking up their own cause. Leader will have to retreat, there will be constant civil wars. With food in short supply, we already have a crisis. "Free people" won't care why, but will demand: fix it! Potiential leaders would be scared. It will be pure anarchy". Freedom will be really "dread," there will be "food" rivalry. Hopefully as the christian belief, a next system is coming. It will bring true relief. Now that, will take some explaining!

Innocent babes cut away; abortion the term used. Pro-life for me any day; those babies are abused. Sometimes you can't avoid; situations demands such action. But one gets annoyed, when it's "self" gratification. Yes, you want freedom; the freedom of choice. Well, babies need a medium; i am their voice. They want to live! Please, "feel" their pain. "Babies" had lots to give; those killed and maimed. We don't want to die; those souls say; "unanimously". such, a sad cry, compels you to agree. I am pro-life. You are pro-choice. Let's continue our strife, but hear the babies voice!

Missing is the sandy shore; My beach is pictureque no-more. Somethings we look forward for: the summer, beach; being outdoor. And so almost everywhere, so many things people miss. Some are lost forever; there is that constant "risk". Things we took for granted, migrated to its new abode. With regrets we are haunted, when things "like" beaches erode. Whether it's life or beaches, treasures leave us behind. We work and build niches, but they "fade" with time. It's fatalism, or is it? From "tomorrow" can we hide? We lose, bit by bit, because of the changing tide!

Oh! that deserted space, that is left behind. That expressionless face, made by a wondering mind. Love and joy depart; gone so long ago. Now a sad heart, unfilled, pained and hollow. Fleeted are youthful dreams, time now stands still. Water void crystal streams, thoughts now produce chills. Came from the womb, yet still all alone. Happiness in the tomb; why not this home? Wishing for a friend; company of some sort. One to share/ comprehend, an exchanger of thoughts! I pray for happy, someday, smile on me! For life is empty, as i am lonely!

The season now over, the guards comes down. Men without their cover; christmas celebrations are done. Old ways start returning; nothing tempering the way. The wicked freely roaming, making trouble i say. Reviving of notorious paths; it's normal, they do! The spirit of christmas, i hope will continue! Good must eventually triump, evil stopped in flight. Darkness being over-comed, permanent will be light! Forever will be christmas, love,tidings of joy. Angels will shout:- alas! Men will shout:-oh-boy!!!!

New year new year, what will it bring? After the christmas cheer, we are all expecting! Would it be promotion, an increase in pay? I hope your resolution, does find its way. Hey, is it marriage, that's on your mind? For me an engagement, would be just fine. I've heard the resolution, to finally quit smoke! This and similiar notions, like kicking the dope! Some want political change, a new look ad ministation. Though it seems strange, it includes the vatican! Babies are big dreams, for many childless couples. Then the numerous teams, hoping to turn tables. Spiritually many want devotion; last year's plan failed. By making new resolutions, they will try again! This year would be: big, winnings in gamble! Some proclaim they "see"! referring to the lotto! Some will be laughing, all the way-to-the bank! Santa came gift giving; is you merchants thank!

Sure you are petty; you look good behind! I labeled you sexy, that, you didn't mind. You are well educated, there is no doubt. I feel so elated, when we "make-out". Oh! what a cleavage: those georgeous-breast express. You perfect "that image", in your pretty dress. You got it all; makes the eyes desire! Men will always "call", while friends will admire. You are so comely; girl you're so cute! I say so sincerely, i say so in-truth. Let's talk about marriage, the nuptials, the "we". Letting go the "baggage"; let's silence the "me"!. So my dear, woman, prepare to be a wife! "Be ready", for a Husband, or "girlfriend" for life! Be a woman of virtue, a woman of praise! With character to admire; not a body for "gaze". Second grade is girlfriend; it's the inferior life! virtue and beauty blend, turns girlfriend into wife!

I need some love; off-spring of christmas. What passes for love, is really a mask! My starving heart yearns; it needs genuine stuff. Now, you must learn, "saying," isn't good enough. Hear my heart cry:- oh! love me indeed! Love please come by, that's all i plead. Much like the sunshine; you lift the heart. One-of-a-kind, love, "how great thou arth". Don't need more presents; non of those "things". They are the "pretends"; they lack the "feelings". Yes you-"love me"; i crave your heart. And it's all free, that's the best part. Gifts please! no more; be excused dear santa! Goodbye shop, farewell store. True love is better!

Lies are about deception, that's why they hurt. This kind of violation, what's the real worth? Misleading, one would say; no-harm meant says another. It's harmful either way, it's cruelty to others. Lies could destroy hope, it causes much distrust. Why should we cope, with this wicked crux? Liars go to hell; there you all belong. There you can tale-tell, with your forked tongue. Truth lights the path, it leads the way. Lies are the darts, mixed within the fray! adopt a truthful path, aim for the sky! Avoiding this wicked art, commonly known as lies!

I need some love; off-spring of christmas. What passes for love, is really a mask! My starving heart yearns; it needs genuine stuff. Now, you must learn, "saying," isn't good enough. Hear my heart cry:- oh! love me indeed! Love please come by, that's all i plead. Much like the sunshine; you lift the heart. One-of-a-kind, love, "how great thou arth". Don't need more presents; non of those "things". They are the "pretends"; they lack the "feelings". Yes you-"love me"; i crave your heart. And it's all free, that's the best part. Gifts please! no more; be excused dear santa! Goodbye shop, farewell store. True love is better!