Text: When Heroes are Have-nots ________________________________________________ It hurts in the heart when heroes are have-nots They gave us their all; now what have they got? Health's not here or at home, when honor's selfishly half-sought.
Selfless, it is not.
We've all seen what it's wrought: a figurative hell: Not literal, but near as critical. Moreover, it is despicable, treating lifesavers as criminals.
The school of life timelessly taught to now and then, spare searching thoughts. You think its work? Its nearly not.
Take advantage, 'fore chance is gone. Hitting limits? Just go beyond; Can't come up short if you go long; you have the right to prove doubt wrong. Make some music, sing spiritual songs we come from one, so every soul belongs the poor, the rich, old and the young.
You cannot lead by leaving them behind. There's a detriment to that design; a colour outside of lines; where mindless fools make fools lose minds. A sad state when we sacrifice saints. Estranged as strangers, none pray. Solemnly, some may say:
'They've simply gone astray.'
When wiser ways breed better days it'll be known without need for saying it: a truth that grows without even feeding it; in your bones and you'll even be bleeding it It won't be a boast to believe in it.
See, simple self reflections spot ego-built deceptions As intermittent intellectual intervention pares prideful, porous perception; rescinding regression, purely progressive. An immaculate conception, loose-leaved lines lay layered with lessons; words weaved tired, but tested; learned, not suggested. Wisdom writ better the best of them. Not rested til the rest of 'em appreciate what was given in
by heroes that have come and gone, that hard-done heros have been honored wrong. they were our foundation all along.
Missing the 2 greatest loves of my life, my Dad who passed on 11/24/20 and my fiance who is in another state far away. This poem is my heart's prayer for the love they both have given me over the years, making me the woman I am. Their love is my eternal gift. Combined with my love of God, this is what I'm grateful to receive this year at Christmas
Talk to us talk to us they yearned after blaming me for close encounters with drug use. So I spoke what rung true, I told them they need help, and so did I away from toxic encounters. Twisting and writhing they come back around claiming I should stay in what made me sick. I told them my disappointment and shock, and then barraded by how sick I was for standing up. Wow....