| Wednesday, October 20, 2004 
   
   I once noticed a man
he looked like someone I knew
 he spoke of familiar things
 he acted in similar ways
 it peaked my curiosity
 the qualities and attributes
 that I had seen before
 he appeared strong
 he sounded integrous
 he acted in righteous ways
 and I wanted to know more
 
 I followed a man
 he looked like someone I knew
 he spoke of familiar things
 he acted contrary to those familiarities
 it caused me to become bewildered
 the qualities and attributes
 that I saw conflicted
 he attempted to hold onto an appearance
 he spoke words that he knew sounded integrous
 he could not hold up righteousness on his own
 and I saw him stumble and fall
 
 I noticed another man
 he looked like a man of patience
 he spoke in words of truth
 he acted in ways that showed love
 it gave me hope to see
 the hand he offered out
 that the man who had fallen could take
 he appeared to be strength itself
 he sounded like the source of perseverance
 he acted as though he were righteousness
 and I waited to see how he could help
 
 I watched the man I had followed
 he saw the man next to him
 he heard many others around him
 he put out his hand
 it reached out for someone, something
 the hand grabbed out to an image
 that deceivingly led him on
 he became what he reached out to
 he dressed the role
 he played the part
 and I watched him fake his way along
 
 I saw the façade of a man
 he looked as an empty shell
 he spoke with words that were shallow
 he acted in ways not his own
 it could not hold him stable
 the quicksand of his own deception
 that I saw was swallowing his soul
 he could not find strength in an image
 he could not find integrity in a lie
 he could not find righteousness on his own
 and I begged the other man to save him.
 
 I could see righteousness
 he looked at the fallen man
 he spoke to him words of truth
 he stretched out his arms
 it seemed the saving grace was already there
 the hand stretched out all along
 that the man need only take
 he appeared to stop struggling against the sand
 he looked to the voice that he could not ignore
 he bowed his head and gave up his hand
 and I rejoiced in the hope that was restored
 
 I once again noticed a man
 he looked like someone I knew
 he spoke of familiar things
 he acted in similar ways
 it gave me great joy
 the qualities and attributes
 that I knew were more than a show
 he appeared strong
 he sounded integrous
 he acted in righteous ways
 and I knew now he was so much more
 
 
     posted by Unknown @ 7:54 PM
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 | tell me no lies 
Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression. 
Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance 
and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine.
But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion.
It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives, 
and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen.
So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com;
share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.
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