by dedpoet 19 Replies latest jw friends
they put rocks inside my head until the pebbles all fall out, nonsense hid as sage debate , hurry up I'm runnig late this study's taking way too long ,you freaking liars you made me sick God doesnt care not one bit , about your tie your smile nor all your shit , The truth you hide the ruse you spin untill the true believer sins . Go repent sin no more free your self dont be a whore ,a whitchtower drone, lackey ,slave free yourself from that grave LIARS
fools victims
Ex Witness Lament
I look upon my life today
And wish that I had known
There was an easier way
For my children I could have shown
Instead of hours of rushing out
To meetings "Doors" & Halls"
To distant towns & cities too!
Waiting for advice from the Watchtower crew
There was just one,s who voice to hear
Who said"Be still my friend"
My yoke is light, your in my sight
no need to rush around each night
In freezing rain,in sleet & heat.
Expressing you have comly feet.
Many of you work in pain
A need THEY SAY your life to gain."
He paid the price for you & I
Why listen to that other LIE ?
So lift that yoke,put on the cloak,
Salvations HIS to give.
Lets watch our way,keep in this day
His light will shine our path alway
Thanks again for all your contributions.
Just write whatever you like - as long as it's reasonably clean
and anti-watchtower, I'll include it
Trev
I'd like to submit this for Deus Mauzzim...
Is he proud
who questions and learns
and does not cower
when sunlight burns
his ignorant shroud?The flower that turns
towards the sun -
why is it this flower
that others shun?- Deus Mauzzim
Stolen.
Stolen childhood replaced with deception, false teaching and fear.
Stolen birthdays, christmases and other celebrated times of year;
Stolen fun.
Stolen education and encouragement for talented young minds.
Stolen careers that could, and should have been.
Stolen dream.
Stolen family who can no longer call they say
Stolen friends who turn and look the other way.
Stolen loyalty.
Stolen hours of precious time and thought.
Stolen money on books and magazines bought.
Stolen resources.
A stolen life
Until you stop
And start to glue the fragile pieces of what remains
Into some sort of alien existence
That
In time becomes a far better place than you have ever been
Which is easy, when stealing is all you have ever seen.
Trevor, here's one I wrote and posted yesterday. It was in response to an e-mail somebody received that included a syrupy JW poem about waking up in the new system.
This poem is about being awake right now !!
"WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING"
When I woke up this morning
I didn't need to worry
There would be no need for warning
No meeting to which to hurry
I noticed when I talk to people
I no longer need to judge
I no longer look for little faults
And there's no need to hold a grudge
The people I saw on the street
Didn't need us amateur preachers
It's best to live and let live
And to trust your fellow creatures
I saw good in folks around me
No longer fearing the end is near
Most people are actually quite decent
When you learn to turn off the fear
Sometimes I even meet old Witnesses
Who have escaped the "truth"
Some got out when they were adults
Some got free in their youth
Be glad that you're out of mental prison
Far from the Watchtower
And hope that more will join us
And take back their own life's power
MARK FOR LATER - GREAT IDEA
Thanks to everyone who has contributed so far, and please keep them coming.
I'll start planning the ebook when I have a few more, and keep you all updated
on progress.
Faith of Four Fathers
Prophet
declaring bold what may befall
a child who dares, or not,
he proclaims the fate of each
act for good or ill, with will and
fervor strengthened in the forge
of half-remembered beatings
decades old and trembling still
beneath a grim visage this, his pain,
awaits a faith, in fear
Savior
shining, glorious worker
earning food for six
mouths eager to eat what he provides
showing off the glint of steel
that afforded protection for
enameled grinders flashing straighter
truer every day, welcoming
within a heart proud this, his beautiful pleasure,
awaits a faith, in fear
Preacher
telling far and wide how it ought
to be done in modesty, properly
conceived and brought into life
these thoughts and dreams of men
fashioned powerful in His image
are willed so, and it is done
speaking forth while deafness catches all
above a clarion voice this, his halo glow,
awaits a faith, in fear
Sire
bringing forth in pairs
fruit of loins and loved
a love like that of Abram
who gladly took a knife to
slay a son in his God’s name
yet none are this measure of friend
we are slaves, we are sinners
a hollow, distant hum as this, his son departed,
rejects a faith, and fear
Guilty I was born of pain A child of evil Or a child of God? Born to be beaten For goodness sake Born to be hurt In the name of love I was born guilty You saved me from pain A child of pleasure You were like a god My heart was beaten and you soothed it In the name of love I can't return I feel so guilty You were born in pain child of my love, child of my heart Born to be cherished For goodness sake I never meant to hurt you In the name of love. I am so guilty Leave me alone father Free me from the guilt of your harsh judge. Leave me lover, Free me from the guilt I see in your eyes Leave me, my son So, I can be free of the guilt that I am.
