MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL!

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL!

What do i see when i look into the mirror?

The Bible says that i should look at a righteous bride.

However, that's not what i see 

And thus within me there exists an uncomfortable tide.

When i look into the mirror,

All i see is a fat overweight image.

One that is vivid with bubbly things and stretch marks,

I can't stretch or squat without feeling a fat burn.

All i see is shame.

I am ashamed of taking off my shirt in a swimming pool,

Ashamed of the fact that on the beach my upper body will never look cool.

So i cover my shame with vests and under garments,

In order to cover my shame and avoid torment.

When i look into the mirror,

I see a lack of dimples

And a manifestation of pimples.

I see a man who can do better,

I see a man who can never get her,

I can see the tears that every night taste bitter,

I can see a lump that no app can filter,

I.....I....I can hear sorrow say come hither!

Just behind me on the mirror's reflection,

I can see the clock ticking in perfection.

I can feel my heart racing in paces to fears' election.

This reflection informs me of my worst perception;

That i am running out of days, out of time in quick succession.

My fear is no longer a suspicion

I am failing my mission.

I am a disgrace, a pain to look at,

I am the reason the word loser exists in English diction.

.........................................

Wait, wait a minute....

If i squint my eyes to the right

And look closely towards where the mirror captures the light.

The image flickers, changes

And i can start to see a new entity

A NEW IDENTITY!!! 

There is hope after all,

Everything is not bleak,

I am not a freak.

I am a NEW IDENTITY!!!

A Poem by Bruno Edgard

THE BARD: AM I NOT STILL GOD?

THE BARD: AM I NOT STILL GOD?: AM I NOT STILL GOD? Embattled, Broken... Disenfranchised until sorrow became a franchise. All natures of tongue you have spoken, ...

AM I NOT STILL GOD?

AM I NOT STILL GOD?

Embattled, Broken...

Disenfranchised until sorrow became a franchise.

All natures of tongue you have spoken,

You kneel, you crawl, you scream, 

You sprawl, all the way round.

You roll until dirt becomes one with you,

Becomes common ground.

With your eyes looking up to the sky you sob.

Your dreams have been shattered,

And your goals have been battered.

Your heart has always been crushed.

....So you ask why? 

Why is this happening to me?

How can you say that you love me,

And yet sorrow consumes me?

And i ask you this in return,

      Am i not still God?

 Your parents died when you were still five years old

Right about now, you cannot find a steady job,

He told you that he loved you,

And yet all he wanted to do was to baby bump you,

As a result, you feel like your future prosperity is now deprived.

There is cancer in three parts of your body at age 25.

Your folks are staunch Christians,

So you tried so hard not to sin or to lie,

And so you pray;

Please!! Do not let me die!!

So i ask you this;

    Am i not still God?

You have exclusively sinned all sins.

You have fornicated in every different way,

You have revealed your private parts,

As hard as the sun emits sun rays.

You have been a witch to witchcraft,

And lost terribly in spiritual warcraft.

Thus you lament;

"I am not worthy Lord"

So i ask you this;

    Am i not still God?

My promises are true.

He/She that is weary should come to me.

I shall give ye rest.

By my stripes ye are healed,

By my Grace ye are perfected.

My blood is into you by Love injected.

Seek and you shall find,

Ask and you will receive.

Pursuant to this, 

I would kike to repeat;

"By my stripes ye are healed"

And so i ask you this again;

       Am i not still God?

A Poem by Bruno Edgard.