There Is No Perfect Joy : Judaisky Cares


There is no perfect joy
Where joy is enjoined
With the hurts of foretime.
Pains passing through the
Passage of dire memories-
But there is perfect a joy
If man of peace pronounces
peace be still to the soul.

There is no perfect joy
Where expectation is made
lord over the hopes of morrow.
Too much expectations breed
Blind alley with broken a heart-
But there is perfect a joy
When all in expectation is
Nothing and care for nothing.

There is no perfect joy-
The burnt overnight is
Ash at the call of dawn.
Heart ripped of morrow
With strings of ouch oozing
Out from the mouth comfort.
But there is a perfect joy
When all flows of blood
Is care free to the tide of time.

What mystery is faced of man
In the labyrinth of joy amidst
Throngs of throes thrown in
His den to handle what is off?
But through it all in the simple
Complexity of law of nature-
We will rejoice in the joy
That’s imperfect because
Perfection is of the Lord.
I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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