What Really Matters
Ali
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Did I save enough dollars
for my future?
Relying on Death's grip pardon
and a wax figure
set in a coffin,
I have no friends to understand me.
I put them through school,
I put them through shame,
they say.
I was the cause of their downfall.
They believed in me to be their Fallen starlet,
their capsized dream.
Their beacon in the night.
For when their souls failed,I tried
to give them hope in Him.
I am no use to them anymore.
Irresponsible for themselves,
they still drink the dance of death,
and smoke the fires of hell.
I should have saved my money,
expecting sickness to befall me.
Yet, still I write,still I persevere, to
give YOU hope, all of you,not to be caught,
in the snare of humiltity and humbleness.
For if your money and fame were to be taken away,
what would you have beside Him?And
the good Christian souls abiding in your true interests.
I could die a death of stupidity,for being full with naivity,
either trapped in this sickness without being ill,or
trapped with being diseased.For I see you suffer too,
and I reach out my hand to you everynight in prayer,
and in verse.
My shallowness in dressings and jewels have caught up to me,
yet they are only costume and for the work of which I am about to take on,
they always have been.
A writer and artful soul aglow,I wanted to be.Now ,
they wish for me to express my angers,but to their satifaction,
I will not suffice.For God knows my paraphrase,and I will eat scarcely
what I wish,dining and doting upon which I desire,learning His ways and
the ways of a barren soul and his captor,as I always and forever have.
I danced a beuatiful dance,to me,and sang a wonderful song,for which,
no one believes.Poverty is a beautiful thing,I thought,
Do I still think it?For when I am well,my memory shall serve me righteously,
and the friend of a friend will be remembered in my solemnity.
Dollars pass the through the hand of the untrusting soul;Do they give back to
the ones they partake from,their millions of marked dracas?
A man has millions, yet so alone to find The Truth.For one day he shall be struck and laden, no one but the caretaker to heal his soul-still yet,
in exchange for a handwept-they expect your death.To suffer them with kindness,to wrong a right?To right a wrong,
is best to drink in spirit than to drink intoxicatingly with maliciousness
in your being.The fullfilling thing to bother with is not to bother,
but to put off their ills and to detatch from collapsing sin,
that will succumb to your soul,if you choose to let its' effections arrise.
For I shall forever stay with you,never letting you go,as I heve vowed myself to do,God shutting my face with a cold grasp,if I do wrong.Mother and father
care not for the children;Like wolves,left to venture into the blue,stormy seas
searching for a dream in a widened rape bed.The meat which they receive,
tests by God, have left one successful,the other barren with evil-as her ears
refuse to heal and her soul-refusing to fight.She will die,that Jezabel,if she
does not doctor her own healing,as I have-reaching out to her supporters,
beside her vain,malignant cancers.For I? I have accepted fate:Realized Mother and father have left me since five,that God had taken away their idol-Envy replacing it with a jar of wine and drink.Finished what the Devil himself had started in me-sickness,possession, and force.Left the friends in name to leave the hollow shell of a vision that they had created
through witchcraft and foreshadowing.Pushed aside rendered possessions-
searching -as the same times-for something deeper,pure, and kind.Truth in love, and truth in God,regretting facts of value and coercement,which brought
upon the downfall of a dream.My ears have rung with the sounds left to me by forces unknown,and the dance has yet to be drawn upon.
I will carry His word,and fight his Law,for the innocent shall reign,
and the rich shall be eaten by the lake of fire,the eternal sun,the restless dog, and the cowering of the bird.I regret expression,for attack inevitable,
and rape disregarded by the falsettos of a bleeding heart people.For it is not
them entirely, just the countryside of sin and corruption.I have my eyes open,
they will never close,even if I was blinded;They will be held accountable for their actions and their stealing-for their killing and molesting- and their raping
and pilaging- in the fires of hell;That is,unless their hearts have the decency
of repentance.These are my words,and I thank you wholeheartedly for all of your caring.May you take them and shine the world in brightness and light,
as you always do.
Allison D. Vigh
3/15/06
2:01 pm est
for my future?
Relying on Death's grip pardon
and a wax figure
set in a coffin,
I have no friends to understand me.
I put them through school,
I put them through shame,
they say.
I was the cause of their downfall.
They believed in me to be their Fallen starlet,
their capsized dream.
Their beacon in the night.
For when their souls failed,I tried
to give them hope in Him.
I am no use to them anymore.
Irresponsible for themselves,
they still drink the dance of death,
and smoke the fires of hell.
I should have saved my money,
expecting sickness to befall me.
Yet, still I write,still I persevere, to
give YOU hope, all of you,not to be caught,
in the snare of humiltity and humbleness.
For if your money and fame were to be taken away,
what would you have beside Him?And
the good Christian souls abiding in your true interests.
I could die a death of stupidity,for being full with naivity,
either trapped in this sickness without being ill,or
trapped with being diseased.For I see you suffer too,
and I reach out my hand to you everynight in prayer,
and in verse.
My shallowness in dressings and jewels have caught up to me,
yet they are only costume and for the work of which I am about to take on,
they always have been.
A writer and artful soul aglow,I wanted to be.Now ,
they wish for me to express my angers,but to their satifaction,
I will not suffice.For God knows my paraphrase,and I will eat scarcely
what I wish,dining and doting upon which I desire,learning His ways and
the ways of a barren soul and his captor,as I always and forever have.
I danced a beuatiful dance,to me,and sang a wonderful song,for which,
no one believes.Poverty is a beautiful thing,I thought,
Do I still think it?For when I am well,my memory shall serve me righteously,
and the friend of a friend will be remembered in my solemnity.
Dollars pass the through the hand of the untrusting soul;Do they give back to
the ones they partake from,their millions of marked dracas?
A man has millions, yet so alone to find The Truth.For one day he shall be struck and laden, no one but the caretaker to heal his soul-still yet,
in exchange for a handwept-they expect your death.To suffer them with kindness,to wrong a right?To right a wrong,
is best to drink in spirit than to drink intoxicatingly with maliciousness
in your being.The fullfilling thing to bother with is not to bother,
but to put off their ills and to detatch from collapsing sin,
that will succumb to your soul,if you choose to let its' effections arrise.
For I shall forever stay with you,never letting you go,as I heve vowed myself to do,God shutting my face with a cold grasp,if I do wrong.Mother and father
care not for the children;Like wolves,left to venture into the blue,stormy seas
searching for a dream in a widened rape bed.The meat which they receive,
tests by God, have left one successful,the other barren with evil-as her ears
refuse to heal and her soul-refusing to fight.She will die,that Jezabel,if she
does not doctor her own healing,as I have-reaching out to her supporters,
beside her vain,malignant cancers.For I? I have accepted fate:Realized Mother and father have left me since five,that God had taken away their idol-Envy replacing it with a jar of wine and drink.Finished what the Devil himself had started in me-sickness,possession, and force.Left the friends in name to leave the hollow shell of a vision that they had created
through witchcraft and foreshadowing.Pushed aside rendered possessions-
searching -as the same times-for something deeper,pure, and kind.Truth in love, and truth in God,regretting facts of value and coercement,which brought
upon the downfall of a dream.My ears have rung with the sounds left to me by forces unknown,and the dance has yet to be drawn upon.
I will carry His word,and fight his Law,for the innocent shall reign,
and the rich shall be eaten by the lake of fire,the eternal sun,the restless dog, and the cowering of the bird.I regret expression,for attack inevitable,
and rape disregarded by the falsettos of a bleeding heart people.For it is not
them entirely, just the countryside of sin and corruption.I have my eyes open,
they will never close,even if I was blinded;They will be held accountable for their actions and their stealing-for their killing and molesting- and their raping
and pilaging- in the fires of hell;That is,unless their hearts have the decency
of repentance.These are my words,and I thank you wholeheartedly for all of your caring.May you take them and shine the world in brightness and light,
as you always do.
Allison D. Vigh
3/15/06
2:01 pm est
A whisper and a thrill
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
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the poems on this forum are amazing.
thank you
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!