Deterring your judgment of your own shortcomings

without suspicion of first looking at what you yourself have become.

Causing a camouflaged plague of deception out to destroy the inspiration of your surroundings.

If you could only see yourself through the eyes of others,

your judgment of people would be a self-evaluation first!

Which would breakdown the delusional barriers that block your own judgment.

When this realization happens to shock your presence,

you will then understand the essence of your own reflection.

By seeing your true-self, you won’t be so quick to judge someone else!

Marcus DuBois Turner, 06′

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at ”LOOK AT YOURSELF BEFORE YOU JUDGE SOMEONE ELSE”.

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at “My Soul’s Aboriginal” by Joe DiMino.

When it grows old

Somewhere over the rainbow it waits

It flies with the sun

Through the burgundy moments

Of a day

And into the night

In the perils of silence

Where does it go?

When your soul changes

Have you forgotten

Can it fly like a flutterfly

With the colors of life

Swimming through its skin

Where does it go?

When its let you go

But you hold on

Like a roller coaster ride

Like your daddy’s hand

You try to find

Your momma’s presence

And all you see is

Your life’s essence

You’re holding on like the child inside you

Where does it go?

When you believe

Can it work this way

But the words you read are frail

Fragile and you’ll break

Look away and don’t dare

Fall with the rain

And when you see the pain

Take the map of its veins

Follow through to the daylight

So where does it go?

When its never really gone

—- Skyler

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Where does it go?.

There is no soul within you,
electronics in your brain.
When you die its over
you’ll just be dust again.

This is a favorite theory
from a master race.
76 cents of chemicals,
the worth on you they place.

It is a handy story,
they do explain it well.
You’re just a bunch of chemicals,
you’ll never burn in hell.

You’ll never go to heaven,
there is no just reward.
Dare disagree and fail the class,
we have the final word.

I have different view,
in god, in man, in love.
I do believe in miracles
and creations from above.

It’s not that I’m an expert,
but if there’s choices be?
I’d rather to be free to think
and speak of that I see.

I do not want to certify
what is the proper mold.
But people should be free to think
not think as they are told.

But what of truth and honesty
A chemical reaction?
Do believe as you believe,
but t’me its the soul in action.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Life is…? Love is…?.

by: paisley

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at as the dust swirled.