The Best Version of Me

I'm thankful that He made me the way I am
I can't imagine myself
if He made me like Alexander the Great
or He made me like Socrates
I guess He made the best version of me
not so well known
but happy and contented on my own.
 
I don't know what if He made me like Gandhi
Surely it's not me anymore
so instead of questioning why He didn't made me
as handsome as the mythical Narcissus or Adonis
or as powerful as Napoleon
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I know I am blessed because he made me
to be the best version of me.
 
He doesn't made all the flowers to be daisies
Some are roses, some are tulips, and some are lilies
He doesn't made all the birds to be eagles
some are bluebirds, and some are falcons
So thankful for the diversity
Brown, red, yellow, beige, white, black or blue
I'm thankful for the variety
for the wealth in diversity
and I know this is the best version of me.

Guilty Pleasure

I'm happy
but I feel guilty
of doing a thing which is others say…
a satiation to be abhorred
 
I'm living in this world…
of instilling what is moral
giving me  lingering guilt…
Instead of peace after the said gratifying sensations
 
I'm happy with what I have done
guilty pleasures!...
but the larvae and worms of religion
is pestering my conscience
 
I'm neither a monk nor a hermit…
I am flesh and not a spirit
I'm surrounded with heart-beating human…
who make my pandering emotions in wrangle
 
Perhaps!...
what the religion says as heavenly paradise…
is for the innocents…

Jonathan Earl Bowser - Cascade aka Water

- Cascade -

A fluid blade

has slashed deep wounds into his ragged face

The long cascade

and torrent cuts toward its distant place

And so they know

a brief caress and interlude of sleep

but soon she'll flow

to others lost in darkest ocean's deep

He makes to her

an offering, a lonely bloom of red

to thus confer

his longing, shall the Earth and Sea be wed?

Some rainbow smiles

the Water gives, but will not be his wife

He falls for miles

impaled on her flowing river knife...

 

Jonathan Earl Bowser - Cascade aka Water

I've been tempted by the Temptress

I've been tempted by the temptress
I've fallen into her sin
her sin consumes my flesh
through her soft and delicate skin

in this war she fights
she fights you from with in
she battles with her body
my body won't let me win

with my soul I give
I give to her to let me in
even though I know
it's one of man's
seven deadly sins

I've been tempted by the temptress
I have been persuaded by her touch
with each intoxicating breath we breathe
and connect
erecting bonds that do not bind
she confines me with her lust
buried with in her sin
she holds me hostage from with in
inside her human cage
she suffocates
with all her lust and rage

I've been tempted by the temptress
I live in her for her sin

her passion consumes the fantasy
her insanity consumes the mind
her compassion I seek
but can not find

I've searched deep inside her
looking for her truth
her truth she does not leave
leave for me to find

with each gaze into her eyes
I see but do not  realize
I bought and paid for all her lies

I've been tempted by the temptress
I've given into her sin
she fills me with her lust
I do unto her
what she does unto me
I'm giving back
what she's givin me
together our souls will burn
burn for all eternity

with her heart she will disguise
she misleads you with her lies
with her tears she cries
she hides
with out love
she opens up letting you inside
with her words she will manipulize
when she speaks she deprives
she speaks words that deceive
when she cuts you you will bleed
she will bring you to your  knees

I've been tempted by the temptress
I've come to her to sin
even though I know
it's one of man's
seven deadly sins

I've been tempted by the temptress
but I could not escape her lust
I know there's no salvation
trying to resist her temptation

when she needs me
she feeds me
she leaves me
empty with her lust