Liar

germanamericanchurch

 

Once upon a time this person became a liar,

Wanting to be impressive became an addiction,

And this was not a healthy time,

So the allies were there all the way,

Hand on your shoulder,

Even when the family degraded sacrament,

Demeaning and trivializing,

The allies were still there,

Ceremony was heart,

And sacrament was ancient,

Our ancestors thought they were spiritual magic,

And now the liar lies no more,

For he is of the ritual and blessing,

Or his own psychedelic empowerment,

Lying wasn’t his problem,

Wanting to be praised was the root

  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2021 12:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Blesssing to honesty - stop feeding people a show :) an act- or performance - let’s dance for real
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 19
  • User favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses.
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Comments3

  • rosiedm

    True .. too many need to put on a show maybe we all do it a little but some do.it extremely. Just a need to be seen as having more and bigger and better than the neighbour whos still the 10 year old car 😁

  • germanamericanchurch

    Yeah just moved on to a new street always wonder who your neighborhoods are:) the psychedelic sacrament aspect just adds another layer to living around other life ways - jail the shaman -order in the court - sweet Mary

  • L. B. Mek

    ah, forgive my Open minded questioning, ignorance
    this must be the latest reincarnation
    of Blind faith's, Judgmental: 'Blessed Honesty'
    that had millions persecuted
    for sneezing too loudly: in a church..
    (how little we change!
    What's the message being conveyed here, exactly?
    Lets point fingers, ever-outwardly and anoint: Blame
    than look inside
    to make a difference and help, devoid of that divisive Bias...!)
    Dear Poet,
    Please feel free to delete my comment or enact
    your own version of retributory words or actions..
    I just, unwisely couldn't read and ignore
    and reacted, as-ever: far too opinionatedly
    Choosing to blemish your comments section
    inexcusably,
    (I'm sorry: sincerely
    however worthlessly - belated, this may read)

    • germanamericanchurch

      No need to be offended the psychedelic experience is like the reproductive experience. Both have emotional elements that go far beyond the material world. The fool wants to control others views - this spiritual path is mysterious any way a person looks at it;) If it doesn’t make sense it may not be right for you.



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