DOGMA

DOGMA

Dogma is what dogma does,
It always tells a lie,
And hinders search for what is true,
And blinds the honest eye
To what is sent with demon tongs,
Inflamed by discontent,
To plant in hearts duplicity,
And teachings that are bent
Toward the lie that unity
Cares only for the meek
Who search for truth with honesty,
Where none were meant to seek;
For evil seeds are always sown
In victims of distress,
Who know not ways of evil men,
Whose mouths cannot confess
That dogma rules all hearts that love
Its ways of emptiness.

By Smoldering Wick Paradise Cafe Discussions
http://www.paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=2421

 

THERE IS A LIE

There Is a Lie

There is a lie beneath the truth
Beyond our honesty,
It grows within the hearts of all
Who live in travesty,
Though we might think we know it all,
And judge by what we're told,
The truth we hear is not so clear
From hearts where lies were sold.
For we were born to hide ourselves
From flaws in others seen,
And safeguard deep within our hearts
A lie that is supreme;
So struggle not so very much
With that disguised as truth,
Since honesty just cannot grow
From buried lies in youth.

Smoldering Wick @paradise cafe discussions
http://www.discussthetruth.com/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=838

 

Repentance

You know my heart, you know my soul,
You know just who I am,
And I am but a lesser one,
Who knows he's in a jam,
All day within I struggle with
This aching, empty pit,
And seek to find salve for the mind,
Repentance where I sit,
While some accuse me of a ruse,
And muse what I am not,
And say I did premeditate
Within an evil plot,
That deep inside my reckless heart
Grew sin that I had wrought;

As darkness falls we hide ourselves,
We feel the loathsome light,
While all those righteous in themselves
Just curse us in our plight,
Yet all of us have failed to plan,
Some even planned to fail,
Not one can ever justify
Their journey or its trail,
So how can any fathom what
To teach the one deceived?
For all are without solace when
In badness they’re conceived,
And none can know this heart of mine
That is so greatly grieved;

So to my God I do appeal,
To seek His tenderness,
That through my Lord’s great sacrifice,
Will come His kindliness,
And while I’m ridiculed with lies,
With mercy he reproves,
And will with kindness reach my heart,
While all my stain removes,
For only God knows worthy hearts
Yearn past their last appeal,
So that we learn to never cease
Our search for what is real;

O Father count my days of pain,
For all I brought within,
That I might contemplate my end,
And payment of my sin,
That I might search inside myself,
To see the brutal lie,
And fathom only endless love,
How undeserved am I,
And all who ponder and who share,
These pathways I have been,
And all who walk repentant roads,
Forgiven of their sin.
smoldering wick
who posts over at Paradise Cafe Discussions

 

Foolish Friends

Were time my friend it would not bend
This place that stands so still,
Nor need it mend, or truth defend
That lost and distant hill,
When all we learned was hist’ry burned
In times we all contend,
Were lessons taught by wisdom wrought
From evils we defend;

For too intense were all my dreams,
And untold thoughts absurd,
And all those introspective themes
Of things I thought I heard,
While melodies my mind did play
With solemn words I stole,
And all I blame are passion’s flame
On all my troubled soul,

Though no one ever understands
Just why I gave my trust
And all my heart to wander lands
Where love gave into lust,
And left me nothing but to lend
A helping hand to clutch,
And so I came to be your friend,
Who cared for you too much,

So why did I reward my life
With what I did not know?
And why was it the same old song
Sung better long ago?
While in my heart its seed should bloom,
From where my dreams were blown,
By all the gentle winds of time,
And stolen kisses thrown.

By Smoldering Wick
who posts over at Paradise Cafe Discussions

 

Ode to the Superfine

Why do they rise, the superfine,
like leaven high above?
And search an ever finer line,
and then they call it love?
They’re worse than any Pharisee,
they should have known their sin,
But somehow they just failed to see
their want to rise within,

And deep in rooms interior,
with speech that seems so fair,
They make us feel inferior
for all the sins we bear,
While in their hearts they want our strength
that gives them more control,
That they should go to any length,
their painful rules extol;

And they should have the clerics garb
to make them superfine,
For outer garments hide their barb,
and build instead a shrine,
And let the wicked forces in
with relished discontent,
For they against the spirit sin,
depraved is their intent,

For they appear as angels pure,
who were from heavens gate,
But they are just the devil’s lure,
fomenting lies and hate,
And they seek glory for their own,
while on pretentious knee,
Away from them the truth has flown
and all that makes us free,

For these would have us follow rules
and every small routine,
And make us reason just as fools,
though we the truth have seen
That faithful ones have humble hearts,
they seek no prominence,
While clerics make the truth depart
for sake of dominance;

Where is the courage to be strong?
where is the man so wise?
That we should see both right and wrong
and not the truth depise?
And now we long for prophet’s song,
to all the truth confess,
So as to walk where we belong,
but not to second guess;

For it is twice as hard to live
with those who could not care,
And for the love they will not give,
our failings they’ll not bear,
Instead they are the winds that gust
a contradictory mist,
Who make it harder to adjust,
while storms and squalls persist;

They send us into shallow bays
to seek protection where
The rocks beneath the waters lay,
to catch us unaware,
For they do also rise above,
and say obey we must,
But they exchanged the laws of love,
for rules we cannot trust;

So where be faithful men of old,
intense for what is true?
Where is the faith that makes them bold,
and courage they pursue?
Instead we have these ones so smug,
they are so superfine,
And these a deeper pit have dug
so that our light won’t shine.

Smoldering Wick
Paradise Cafe Discussions

II Cor 11:5 , 12:11
Matthew 15:14

 

Gossip

Beware of who may tangle you,
In some ill-gotten scheme,
That they would say behind your back;
In front they’d never dream,
For they just give you bad for good,
Though good to them you gave,
While fabricating greater lies,
Than anyone could crave;

They mock you when you least suspect,
To family, folks and friends,
With wanton words of pettiness,
Aimed just for evil ends,
Within the truth they mix their lie,
And spin a mighty tale,
And set on wings all evil things,
Your honor to impale;

For sleep will never come to them,
Until their brine is spread,
To foam upon their toxic sea
Where scavengers are fed,
And once it starts, no one can stop
These herded words that run,
Maligning you in deference
Of all that’s said and done.

So do not try to justify
Yourself to jealous eyes,
And do not feed their hateful hearts
With pearls meant just for wise,
The test is not to vindicate
Your name misunderstood,
But just restrain that vengeful pain,
While doing others good.

Smoldering Wick
Paradise Cafe Discussion

 

where is the edit /correct buttons .

 

Hi there Sister POP

Thank you for posting some more poems from "Smoldering Wick" - enjoy reading these as well.

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They should appear at the bottom of your post where it says your name and the time at which you posted.

 

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This Valley of Good Cheer

O silent land umbrellas white,
Of feathered parachutes so bright,
Upon my nose and eyebrows light,
While colder drifts the snow,
And all my mem’ries linger low,
In summersweet and afterglow,
As embers from the fires flow
From whereupon I stray,

To hear the hoofbeats faraway,
And bells from off a distant sleigh,
That lure my heart to muse and pray
To He who loves me true,
For all I hope I should pursue
And lingers in hearts not of few,
A land of nuts and honeydew,
That I loved as a boy;

For nothing brings me greater joy,
Than wrinkled hands that hold a toy,
And magic eyes that shine so coy
In childhood memory;
For we who love abundantly,
And see within the refugee,
A heart that yearns to be set free
From life’s eternal jail;

And so I walk this trodden trail,
While moonlight shines so very pale,
And lifts within my heart the veil,
A wish for innocence,
A prayer I plead with no pretence,
To be released from recompense,
And hatred from those so intense,
They have no seed to sow,

While narrow does my pathway go,
I see a valley far below,
Its mountainside a distant glow,
Of early dawning light;
For all is near the end of night,
While under wings of morning flight,
I pray that you will keep in sight,
This valley of good cheer.

Smoldering Wick
Paradise Cafe Discussions

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