Dogma (2)

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Dogma, poetry, Verse, Writing

When one truth only claims the light,
and weary minds yield to its weight,
the heart grows heavy, wrapped in fear,
as shadows of doubt seep in, so near.

Outside the windows, life unfolds,
yet stifled whispers in the cold
dare not question, seek or roam,
preferring comfort's quiet home. 

Dogma

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Dogma, poetry, Political, Politics, Truth, Verse, Writing

It stands like stone against the sky,
a whispered word, held high and tight.
In every heart, a rigid sigh, concealing 
doubt from morning light.

The votes are in, and voices fade,
in silence questions linger long.
Yet in the cracks, life's ache is laid,
where faith once thrived, the truth
feels wrong. 

Corruption (3)

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Corruption, poetry, spiritual, Verse, Writing

Corruption finds it quiet way inside, an
open door, a shadowed step behind,
what seemed so sure, with steady hands
unwinds, leaves brittle walls and empty
rooms confined.

We thought ourselves immune to such
decay, yet rot crept in, too patient to 
defy, each promise cracked, each 
spoken word a lie, and trust dissolved 
like salt into the day. 

Corruption (2)

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Corruption, Greed, Life, poetry, Verse, Writing

In quiet rooms where shadows gleam,
they turn the gears, unseen, unheard,
and money flows like silent streams,
to gild the filth with perfect words.

The handshake's weight, the empty face,
with masks that smile, and eyes that hide,
a tilted world where truth's displaced,
and virtue drifts on greed's slow tide. 

Corruption

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Corruption, Lies, poetry, spiritual, Verse, Writing

In rooms were whispers weave and grow,
the truth erodes, a fractured show,
each handshake hides a debt unpaid,
each smile conceals the price delayed.

The promises, like rain, dissolve,
in silence lies the grand resolve,
a life erodes by unseen hands,
what's built on lies is built on sand. 

Want

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Desire, Greed, Life, poetry, Verse, Want, Writing

The world is tired of heavy hands,
it bends beneath the push and pull,
we take, and taking leads to more.
The earth grows thin, it's silence thick 
a breath withheld becomes a bruise,
we clamour never hearing stillness;
all light, all time, all blood in trade,
what price will finally break the sky? 

Strange To Never Speak of Love

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Love, poetry, spiritual, Verse, Writing

Strange to never speak of love,
yet wear it just like clothes,
as if it were a familiar thing,
in quiet rooms were echoes fade,
familiar, yet so far away.

The shadows linger, soft and clear,
a silence thickens, hides the ache,
each glance a promise, barely 
there. 

Time

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Clock, poetry, Time, Verse, Writing

Time, a fleeting concept,
measured in moments and memories,
tick-tock the clock never stops,
each second passing through our fingers.
Tick-tock the clock does chime,
straight out we're out of time.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the rhythm of time
never stops, it marches on.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, the clock ticks on, 
counting the moments never gone. 

Half of My Life

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Life, poetry, Verse, War, Writing

I've spent half of my life  
tiptoeing along corridors 
and through rooms where  
people are still asleep 
and still dreaming.  
Occasionally, I feel impulsed  
to nudge them all awake, and to 
remind them that life is 
happening before their eyes; 
there's so much to do and 
to discuss: 'Don't you realise 
war has broken out in the 
Middle-East?' And that the 
world is on fire.' And what 
are we going to do
about it all? 
And there's plenty of time to 
sleep when we're dead.