Rages to Riches
Rages to riches is not a cake walk.
To retain the slipping walks
sucks the sweat and blood.
But, it nurtures the spirit
by whirling all around
“Only hard work pays”,
In search of fate
the passionate walk
needs humble beginnings
to shine in sky.
The house built on faith
won’t get tremble,
for gossips all around.
Only the one finds
epic fail, whose
roots watered in Nepotism.
Too many pens and
so many bees fall short of
narrating the lives
that reaches the sky.
Every rage to riches wouldn’t
find place in history.
Only few curves the niche
to read, to speak and to praise.
If money's the root cause of all evil
It's no wonder what you preach is unbelievable
If God gave a shit about you and I
Then why the hell did he leave us all here to die?
If freedom's now a privilege, not a right
Then why the fuck are you telling me how to live my life?
Could it be that we're all forsaken?
Could it be that Christ was mistaken?
Cause it seems that we've been forsaken all along (chorus)
If you are able to change the whole world
Then what the fuck are you crying like a baby for?
Could it be that we're all forsaken?
Could it be that Christ was mistaken?
Cause it seems that we've been forsaken all along
The holy ghost has forsaken you/ has forsaken me/ has forsaken us
Could it be that we're all forsaken?
Could it be that Christ was mistaken?
Cause it seems that we've been forsaken all along
11-26-22
Are you ready for it?
I shouldn’t have to ask you that question after all that you have done.
It would’ve been rude of me not to give you a heads-up like this.
Your reign of terror is steps closer to its endgame.
If I do not draw my sword and face the ghosts of my past, checkmate is guaranteed.
I did something bad long ago, but can you blame me?
I’m just a human being that made a mistake because I was not in the right mind.
Anguish and love do not mix because both made my life worse before.
If you respect that my situation is delicate, why do you keep poking the hornet nest?
If you crack it open and the wasps sting you so much their poison burns,
don’t be surprised if I say, “Look what you made me do.”
Your empathy is lacking so why should I care if you are put to rest the next day?
Princes don’t negotiate with paupers like me.
So it goes because fame and violence are always placed above justice and peace.
Isn’t it gorgeous to be the one in control? To run a country or a sect without a care in the world?
Doesn’t it feel amazing when your subjects obey you unconditionally as if you are an almighty god?
These questions reveal to me that aristocrats and celebrities use their authority
for insolence and seduction. No wonder we can’t have nice things.
You are not entitled to my throne even though a liar was the king of my heart before.
What was “yes” today could be “no” tomorrow so I keep fewer promises.
I’ve heard enough empty platitudes from your devotees to realize that an oath is not to be made lightly.
Anything else you want to preach about before I take the getaway car to escape additional agony?
Go ahead and dress your possessive wiles by telling me you love me
And shower me with material goods to let my guard down against my better judgment.
But when you try to use your tenderness as leverage, it is all the more reason for me to leave.
The longer I stay here, the more certain it is that my life is in danger.
My hands are tied keeping the darkness around me at bay for as long as I can.
Fortune is never on my side when I dance, but my sword will always be my partner.
Call it what you want, but the battlefield is my ballroom.
If dancing alone is the only way I can retain my individuality, so be it.
Happy Raʼs as-Sanah al-Hijrīyah, Vlad Dracula.
I’ll see you in Hell.
~ PRAYING FOR LOVE ~
( Linked )
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Praying for Love
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Love in this World
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World Lord can change
A
Change with His Love
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Love Lord can bring
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Bring in all hearts
N
Hearts be Transformed
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Transformed with Love
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Love, Peace, not Hate
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Hate, evil, wrong
R
Wrong, sad, destroys
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Destroys lives, souls
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Souls, breaks hearts, men
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Men need Praying
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Praying for Love.
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
June.30.2020
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The 'Linked' is a poetry form or style created in 2008, by Erich J. Goller. (Vienna )
~ Best From Heart ~
( The Blitz Poem )
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Just spreading Love Hope Joy Peace
Just hoping for the best
Best to happen
Best everyday
Everyday night and day
Everyday all the time
Time and time again
Time all around
Around comes and goes
Around up and down
Down play it all time
Down there you go
Go and don't waste time
Go and don't look back
Back you're again
Back you've come
Come and show me how
Come and lets talk
Talk once more
Talk and make it right
Right about us
Right as it should be
Be all between us
Be once and for all
All that is what I want
All that is what I need
Need that n' more
Need is all this
This can't be bad
This sounds so good
Good is to do it
Good is to see
See it all clear
See you at last now
Now at last
Now I can see you
You make me glad
You make me wait
Wait a long time
Wait n' much more
More I love you
More of your love I want
Want you night and day
Want you I shout
Shout your dear name
Shout it with all my heart
Heart and mind
Heart and soul
Soul
Mind
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2019<center>
June.30.2020
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The ' Blitz Poem ' is a poetry form or style created by Robert Keim.
Enslaving chains and wilderness pains
are broken on healing heavenly domain
plus graceful throne, envisioned.
Method upholds this marauding madness
aflicting us on earthly journeys through
wounded wilderness, deadly disdain
and frighful famine; distressing
humankind and nature.
Twisted minds and wicked souls
torment humankind on this earthly
journey through birth, life and death.
Yet, we came with nothing; and with
nothing, we depart to earth's dust.
Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to
hide this greatest reality from heaven's
green pastures, meadows and
river bed, unchained.
We follow this river path to oceans
lighted by divine mercy and unending
salvation; healing broken hearts and
bleeding, lost souls.
the carpenter
cuts the wood
with a blade clean
sharp straight and
true muscles con-
tract with measured
constraint this will
be his life’s work
this labour of
l o v e every-
thing his hand touches be-comes a crucifix of sorts built with blood and sweat and
tears he loves to work and so he works with love he has a good eye for beauty they
say the elegant simple beauty of a carpenter who himself is weighed and measured
cut and sanded patiently fashioned the secrets of the trade not the son but the father
suspended on a
crucifix of our de-
sign he trades his
labour for a loaf of
bread how he misses
home still hammer
and nail and clamp
and glue the wine
of life his blood
that flows he is
building the king-
dom of heaven un-
awares hammer in
hand he is con-
structing a dream
yet all he knows is
that he is working
although
doubt still
controls and betrays
faith stands strong
as we sway
I've been loving on it
for several years
and living
as I count the ways
of blessings
I'm being tested....
And I feel, the fail.
For I am not worthy,
Of not even 1 nail.
I'm just a sinner,
Imperfect and flawed,
Compared to Perfection,
I'm just a fraud.
In my moments of weakness,
He is my steadfast might.
In my struggles in darkness,
He is my Guiding Light.
But by His Grace,
My soul is unstained,
Because of his Gift,
I'm no longer chained.
He comes in gently,
And I feel His arms,
Holding me closely,
Protected from harms.
He comes and He washes,
Away all my shame,
He calls me, His 'Beloved',
He calls me by name.
So if I'm being tested,
I now know I can't fail.
He tells me to not hide,
And lifts off my veil.
For there's no shame before Him,
We can't ever hide.
If we chose, to choose Him,
He'll walk by our side.
Forever in step with,
And of His accord,
I'll never be without...
My Savior...My Lord.