RUSTIC DIAMOND

He was a diamond among ordinary rocks

Rustic and  in need of polish

But a precious gem none the same

One easily ignored by an impatient eye

Especially in a society

Filled with numerous demands on time

Time for everything except the important

A society obsessed with labels and price tags

Everything picked out to be flaunted

Authenticity carries no weight no more

Just a brand oi fool the ordinary eye

Is it worth to be different?




To go for more than what meets the eye?


To go for your desires even if its not the brand expected?

Is it worth the whispers and the stares?

That will surely follow you around?

  Everydayis a battle

To pick the rustic gem

Or to pick the ordinary stones?

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SOILING THE HOLY

Long flowing hair hid beneath a veil,

Curly lashes surrounding large almond eyes always down cast,

Too used to the strict rules of her world.

A faint sway of hips, concealed in a flowing skirt,

A sudden gust of wind reveals a leg carefully sheathed

All this too much for for an evil heart.

Soft lips always whispering a prayer,

Tapered fingers always counting the prayer beads.

All these too tempting for a dark soul.

A soul darker than a starless sky in the night.

A heart that has no respect for the holy.

Quietly following her steps in secret,

Laying a trap and pouncing

Her kicks and screams are no match

To this heartless beast.

Tears and anguished cries

Only propel him to higher heights

For the lost soul, a fantasy has been fulfilled.

The soiling of the holy.

Temple now soiled,

Going back to the only life known,

Is now a mountain too step to climb over,

Towering and menacing,

Threatening to fall

 A deed was done,

That can never be undone

Where was God in all this?

A question asked by a tortured soul that was once gentle

Now languishing in hidden pain and misery.

To tell or not to tell?

The consequences of either,

Too dire to imagine.

A pure soul soiled

By a devil in the form of a man.

Who will save either?