Poetry With A Mission



...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

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Good And Evil

In this world in which we’re living, there is one thing that’s very clear:
There are two distinct forces at work, and both, are everywhere.
Yes, two supernatural powers locked in a great battle, and,
Both are wrestling for the hearts and minds of all throughout each land.

Thus, those things we choose to say and do — one of these two forces — will reveal,
That is, will show which one’s propelling us, hauling us in on its reel.
There is no in-between — it will be one force or the other — thus,
Either the good force, or the evil force, will triumph over us.

One’s a controller, the other a motivator, one’s wrong, one’s right,
One is weakness, error, darkness, and the other, strength, truth, and light.
Yes, one is evil, one is good, and both are seeking the victory,
Though only one force will win, be victorious, ultimately.

And, I might add, logic would suggest that at some point there will be
A day of reckoning, when the good force triumphs universally.
For the good force will , I firmly believe, despite how bad things get,
And should I be right, and cling to good, I’ll have no cause for regret.

And nor will you, should you cling to good too, living accordingly,
Rather than yielding to evil, and becoming so, invariably.
For as we think, so are we, and as we say and do, so are we too,
Yes, the product of our choice — that is, that right or wrong we pursue.

And what goes around, comes around, hence how people reap what they sow,
Although, not always immediately, but ultimately so.
Yes, one way or another, such comes back to us, invariably,
For we’re dealing with very real forces, not realms of fantasy.

Good and evil — yes, it’s as simple as that, there’s no in-between,
Two forces, both visible via our words and acts, and yet, unseen.
One or the other we unwittingly or consciously embrace,
Until finally one dominates, and in our heart, gains first place.

By Lance Landall




Hurting Others Is A Sickness

Hurting others is a sickness, and it’s time that we recognised this as being so, as such is clearly true,
For unkindness hardly comes from a loving source, but rather, from something that’s not well,  something that’s askew.
Therefore, when we hurt others, we display an illness that’s present in us — something on the surface maybe —
Or something that is rooted deeply within us, that rather than treatment, requires serious surgery.

Hurting others is no small thing, for at the very least, such has within it the seeds of savagery,
The origin of such being a very evil force, one that’s unleashed the moment that we act unkindly.
And as to the results — well, a little can lead to a lot — for once the lid comes off the bottle of ill,
Who knows the quantity waiting to be spilled, let alone the potency that in each unkind act may dwell.

Oh, how lightly we oft take those little things we do — yes, those thoughtless words and deeds that hurt more than we think,
In other words, that behaviour that oft returns to haunt us, and that with the force of good is not in sync.
Yes, ever doing so, and seemingly never learning — an illness that’s more often requiring surgery,
A sickness that has clearly afflicted us all, though in varying degrees, and some of us terminally.

Oh for the day when a loving and caring antibiotic surges though the veins of humanity,
Curing as many as possible given that some seem incurable, addicted to acting selfishly.
But having said that, I know that there’re those of us who’re already on the mend, consciously trying to be
Everything to others that we’d like them to be to us, and thereby, helping them a better way to see.

By Lance Landall


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