Life truly is a double-edged sword,
The grass is greener on what side of the fence?
Who knows,
But that is life …
~ Pauly G
had coffee with a colleague
he was young and eager
wanted to play Russian roulette
because his resources were meagre
the universe conspires with us
granting us whatever we wish
but if fear and doubt makes us blink
boons granted are gone in a swish
young stud adonis
most beautiful of all gods
~ handsome devil too
By
David Kavanagh
creations blueprint
deciphering gods secrets
or mary shelly
By
David Kavanagh
There’s two sides to every story
A little bit of pain and a little bit of glory
Love and hate become so often entwined
Wrapping so tightly the heart that they bind
There’s two parts in every duet
A chorus of hope and a verse of regret
Sometimes you’re the singer sometimes the song
Getting the tune right but the rhythm all wrong
There are two directions that this path has
Left to finish first the right to finish last
One way is a smooth course the other is rough
Your journey brief or arduously tough
There’s humility in winning honour in defeat
There is always two versions of everyone we meet
Justice is served with discrimination on the side
Dished up immediately or after a goodbye
I sit in the middle of the scales of life
Contemplating ,empathising,on the tip of a knife
At times I’m understood and at others I am not
I am part of the universe, an insignificant dot
R-eady your whole armor,
O-n the fourteenth of May;
D-evil's instruments roam,
R-uining your faith all the way.
I-n spite of the enemy's lies,
G-o on to spread the truth;
O-pen the door of chance, for you to bear much fruit.
R-emain loyal to God's counsel,
O-r else you cannot afford;
X-factor of triumph is God
A-lmighty's double-edged
S-word.
S-harper than any double-edged sword,
O-ne God's truth sets man free;
N-othing ever is impossible,
N-ew result of His promise
Y-ou will see.
G-od's message is so clear
E-verytime it is conveyed;
R-ains from storm shall stop,
A-s everything is God-made.
L-ife comes from God's wisdom,
D-eath is willed by Him in time;
O-nce man follows His mandate, he shall be away from dirt and grime.
C-reator's command is so loud,
U-sing its power to convince;
S-eptember twenty-eighth morn
T-he Lord says what He means.
O-pen your heart, mind and soul,
D-enying not the Lord's holy word;
I-t can turn one's life around,
O-r it's sharper than any double-edged sword.
Irreverence the sacred cow of The Realist the TRUTH will slay your motto and all flying spaghetti monsters the TRUTH will set you free, really who’s laughing now, I say it is God but He has no pleasure in death of the wicked Ask Him while you can, He cannot deny Himself
I cant take it anymore,
This isn't what I've planed for!
I was confident, saturated with ambition,
I became lost, with no destination.
I had it all, It got took all away;
Joy,love and transparency, became nothing but sadness, hatred and ambiguity.
I loved the way it was, but it was never Okey,
Okey for adapting to facing indignity with respectability.
However Seeking change, Is a double edged sword challenge;
A halt caused by fearfulness, or a motive stimulated by persistence;
To shrink and deteriorate, to rise and pullulate.
Buddy, Pal
The pimiento to my sal
Let this grievance parlay
To the earthen mounds stay
Better it be, thinkest me
To be alive and free
And now we come to it
Must my sword sharpen thy wit?
Friend, fellow
let this fine wine mellow
To the river Styx bid hello
Better it be, thinkest me
To be alive and free
But now come we to it
Shall my sword sharpen thy wit?
She is wearing a smile on her sexy lingerie,
Shining like a stars as she step down the stairs.
Humming a soft tone of a lyrics she made.
And thunder came in and break the silence.
She starts chillin' and turn a place to hide in.
But her catastrophe seems like no ending.
The edge of his sword penetrates on her flesh.
She is wounded, blood scatters on the wall.
No one can save her dying soul..---
She screams...aloud but no one could hear.
The trembling voice buried her to dungeon.
Who can take her away from hell..--
Who can annihilate the sword of a beast.
No one..until she rise up and break his neck!
** 6th Place Winner in Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: A Missed Poem**
Double-edged
Maybe, I should
dig faster now,
but my hands
are already numb,
and this gasping
lamp shows to
be troublesome.
The undecided
sweat on my face
comes to a halt,
as a light, daunting
and blatantly
obvious unfasten
my camouflage
amongst the shadows.
The paleness of
the moon tricks me,
and quenches the
flicker of a faithful’s
vigilance.To witness
the treachery of the
deepening shade
like a deadly snare
for a fallen
prey.
two sides to cut with
how is that bad?
a warrior in battle
with this in hand
In your car, the heat enveloped me like a cloak that afforded no protection
And you told me,
Instead of asking
Why I haven't called in six years.
And I'll hold my tongue.
Because these french fries are delicious
And your best friend is three hours from the altar
And I'll be damned
(Literally. Damned.)
To ruin and dishonor,
If your personal revolution is going to take its precedent
And make her get mascara on her pretty white dress.
I'm not that cruel, sweetheart
And you knew that I wasn't
Or we wouldn't be standing here.
The truth is out there,
and it's wearing the clothes that you put on its back.
And it's inside of you, too,
like an ache in your bones
and a specter
that chills your dark ocean of sleep.
Or a knot in your throat
when you get
Voicemail.
...Again.
Today, there will be rituals
And tomorrow, I've got a plane to catch
While you go back to sitting on the razor's edge
During your long drive up the coast.
Everything you do is double edged sword
cutting a disorienting swathe across my mind
Every meeting brings me unsolicited joy
the circumstances of which leave me in a pleasant humor
Only to lead to disbelief and what has transpired
to be confusing and inexplicable
What do your words mean?
What do your actions mean?
I cannot consult body or mind
without causing a calamitous
push and pull of chagrin and elation
Distance maybe the only cure to what ails me
Because each side of the sword flays me deeply
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