TRUTH BENEATH THE LIES, TILL WHEN?

TRUTH BENEATH THE LIES
The saints we kiss are the sinners we hate,
Morals we see without a peek at the gate,
Meekness as clothes are for wolfpack to wear,
Calm to the eyes yet brutes like a bear.

Empty to life is the arsenal of swears,
A lifeline exhausted to roll back true tears,
Green are all grasses with man-made unknown,
Realness we dump just to chase down the clones.

Thin lane we dump for the broad way of doom,
In blend of good for the badness to loom,
Hunger keeps us far from the tree with no fruit,
With none to detect the real depth of the root.

Perfect we claim yet novice on code,
Aboard a joyride with morals out so cold,
Darkness portrayed as the brightest of day,
Fake we embrace for acceptance to pay.

The cupboards we own shelter cobwebs unseen,
Innocent are the faces with a spirit unclean,
Bones strong and weak all buried so deep within,
Yet foul in disguise act so pure without sin.

Imperfect design is humanity to life,
Yet guilt turns out judge with pointed finger like knife,
Green are all grasses with features distinct,
No matter the good, bad lose not its instinct.

Judge not a dirt till your cupboard is clean,
Paddle your vessel and leave others to breathe,
Mysterious is life with lessons to be learnt,
Mistakes are for sure, so stick to your game.

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TILL WHEN?
Beaten and drenched in the rain of thoughts,
Merciless was the haze that came tumbling behind,
Troubled days don't seem to end,
On they come through hills and bends.

No day goes by without a menu of pain,
Served up in dishes so broken and vile,
Sweet in disguise to the sourness of taste,
No option but eat to end up not starved.

Married to life are patience and ease,
Released to us are hurdles and haste,
Green to the eyes is the pasture of fate,
Yet arid and dry when the journey begins.

Mud puddle became the stream clean to drink,
Infected by microbes paving way for the drought,
Scarce turned abundance to the mansion of sight,
Sensitive are the reflexes of the mind to migrate.

What should be done for storms not to recur?
Where whistles of hardships is at the finest of peak,
Acceptance of fate or the road down with no end?
What should be done for ease to be restored?

No matter the caution, pestilence knows not stop,
Snakes know no boundary in the course of chaos,
It's one thing for struggles to be hard to digest,
Another are pests that will choose not to leave.

Not all are found round the fire of thoughts,
For partial is existence to the shattered with zeal,
Prejudice is a general in the army of life,
Where equity is a stranger in the land with no voice.

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Another 2x1 I like

in the first poem I loved this paragraph:

Judge not a dirt till your cupboard is clean,
Paddle your vessel and leave others to breathe,
Mysterious is life with lessons to be learnt,
Mistakes are for sure, so stick to your game.

in the second poem I was struck by this paragraph:

No matter the caution, pestilence knows not stop,
Snakes know no boundary in the course of chaos,
It's one thing for struggles to be hard to digest,
Another are pests that will choose not to leave.

Abrazos mi pana, have a great week.

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I'm really glad you found this interesting. Thanks very much

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Judge not a dirt till your cupboard is clean

I love this line because oftentimes we judge others forgetting that we aren't perfect.

Meanwhile, #dreemport brought me here

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Thanks so much. I really do appreciate 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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I am a fan of your poems... You blow my mind each time I read your poems. This is another beautiful one from you..

The truth beneath the lies exposed a whole lot.. Life is indeed a mystery and we still have so many things to learn. The fact remains that we must remove the dirt in our eyes before we see clearly to remove that of others... We shouldn't judge knowing that we have a skeleton in our cupboard.

And for the second poem, no matter how difficult it might be now, we must carry on because we don't know when all will be over.

Thanks for sharing..

@dreemport directed me to your post

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I'm really glad and happy with your compliments... Thanks so much, I appreciate it. I'd do my best to always deliver more ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Woww... Thank goodness. @dreemport brought this amazing lines to my doorstep.

Lies. Right?
It's everywhere and it breeds hypocrisy. Sometimes, people do it to protect their pride. Isn't that funny.

Can someone tell them that they are actually throwing their damn pride to the dogs by covering up facts with cooked up lies.

You said;

Perfect we claim yet novice on code,

Heheh... That's a blast.

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It's true, the perfection we claim is actually leading us wrong, but most people don't wanna believe it. I'd keep doing my best to spit the truth according to my perspective. Thanks very much, I appreciate 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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!PIZZA This is deep and meaningful. Thank you for sharing. I almost don't know where to start as I feel like you said soooo much. So I'll hone in on just one thing that struck me... and that is your last stanza of the last poem...Sadly equity is a stranger in too many lands with no voice, and ironically too, even in lands with a voice! Sometimes the voice is hijacked and manipulated by those who would corrupt and intimidate. I pray for the day that we can all shake the shackles of prejudice from society and come together as one human race.

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I'm really glad I passed great messages with my poems. One thing I know is that we're gonna be okay as time goes on

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