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Judge Not

Red-lights, Green-lights stop and then go
Listen to your heart and then unto your soul

Within you lies the knowledge of right and wrong
Good and evil the unwritten song

So look those Temptations square in their eyes
Believe not their deception's or their lies

Although in some of us this knowledge has become
Hid and buried deep, therefore little children do not weep 

We must dig about in our muddy souls to find our gold
For a cohesion of consciousness is a gift that one seeks to keep

And a protection for our self preservation

Be not deceived of the lies and the fairy tales
Though epics  and great numbered novels they are

These stories are not to believed for they cheer only death
So every word must be put unto a test

Only true words suffer for you to live
Believe me, when I say, I believe the word lives

Though it has been born and torn it yet lives
Scattered about this our home where everyone is

Deception has been injected by deceived men
Some Info misdirected and some unwilling to bend

Mistranslated and left out, without a doubt
This again is ones tryout; will you make the cut?

Much of it is debated and scorned
Word of a treasure: of life, love, and of truth

It could save this world of ours
Firstly separating the milk from the cream

For many are lost and deceived
But, not so are all of us

Wounded and stead fast in their doubts; as thick as new fallen lumber
They may have been given the gift of slumber

Even though they may doubt still
They may get the chance to work it on out

So I believe that even a lost soul in the last level of Hell
Can and Will be plucked out

Only One Knows Ones Hearts
So I choose to Judge One Not

For we have never played by the rules
We do not know what checks and balances 

Who has scored and  who has won
For only One has been Weighed and Measured

For every one for to see; Honestly
And  He came up not short or lacking

So take this as a warning
Or some loving advice

Judge Not

Salvation is a gift that can not be bought or won
But, only received when believed upon

                             by
             Sinbad the Sailor Man
— Sinbadthesailorman, Jul 22, 2009

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Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

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