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~ THE LIAR ~

{blessed loneliness}

~ THE LIAR ~

More than joyous am I
Content, to breathe the air
When (suddenly)
Out of the darkness
My lies, my indiscretions,
My very soul,
Are being laid bare
For, it is into the light
And into the honesty
Of one's life's misfortunes
Where true baptism,
Is rarely,
Anointed......

Disappointed is he
Who mixes, sweet recreation
Together with lies he's told
For it is during the soundest of sleeps
Where his dreams do unfold
The lust, unseen, and unknown
Do steal from the world
And in life unfurl
The creator's
Most picturesque,
And truly blackened,
Sheep...

The Liar is blessed
With God's most
"close to the vest"
Holy secrets,
Secrets of piracy
Secrets of trust
Gathered through years
Of effortless lust
And brave,
Misfortune....

Tony Taylor
(finally completed ~ this most difficult write ~
This day ~ 12/29/2019)

 

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Jill Tait

Wow reading this again Tony ❤️❤️

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Tony Taylor

Cool!!.... let me know what you think after the second read-through........thanx JILL!!....... stay awesome girlfriend!!..... smiles....T xo. : )

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Tony Taylor

YAY!!!....thanx SO much JILL!!.....I VERY much appreciate your kind impressions!!....... smiles........Txo. : )

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Tony Taylor

Thanx Cherie!!..... you're groovy!!.......T xo. : )

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Leah Yodico

Another great write Tony..

hugs,
Leah

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Tony Taylor

Thank you LEAH!!........ nice to hear from you..... heading to your page to see what you've been up to lately....... big smiles.......T xo. : )

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Tony Taylor

HI TERRY!!.... glad you liked it my friend!!...... Lots of Love to you and yours....... smiles.......T xo.  : )

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al Bikaadi

This evokes a kindred familiarity... especially the rawness of life's baptism (of fire) and the way inconvenient truth can interrupt the blissful flow of hoping to move on. We all have skeletons in our closets and Christ's crucifixion is where after his anointed baptism he meets us (broken and humiliated) in our own.

Shalom

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Katina Woodruff...

I took a philosophy course once and we talked a lot about different religions and theory’s like the ontological argument which theorizes God’s existence. There are numerous theories about God, Jesus and man, yet the miracles that have been happening since the world was created are too magnificent to discount. I had struggled with my beliefs while younger, even though I was baptized in my twenties. I wasn’t ready to make a commitment to God, to become a Christian. The water was wasted on me at the time.

Then, much later in life after surviving the tornado, the hurricane, the flood and one volcanic eruption (so to speak), I was laying in the ambulance and was having a hard time choking on a piece of a pork chop, my husband popped his head into the ambulance to ask if I was okay and soon after, I saw my great grandmother Ada, sitting in the squad car with me. I made it and told my mom about the sighting later, she believed in God and also had Native American traditions/belief system. Anyway, your poem made me stretch my thinking muscles a bit. Sometimes, I don’t know what to say. Thanks for sharing your wisdom.

Stanford, ontological arguments 
https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/ontological-arguments/
Accessed January 2, 2020 
 

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