The Ugly Truth

Omission, or Commission?
The quandary makes me mad
If I'm to know the difference in a sin!
The plight is sad!
The question is laid forth,
And the answer seeks escape.
But the answer can be vitrious,
Depending on its shape.

My words, spoke in truth
Could offend and so, cause harm.
But, if I seek to soothe the soul,
The answer loses its charm.
Unspoken, or not uttered
Is vacuous and dull.
I need to find reaction
To fill the dreaded lull.



Love and peace. It's settled!
No further should I seek.
If filled with Holy, Godly love
I'm kind, thoughtful and meek.
Omission or Commission?
No! It's attitude, the sin.
Oh! Lovingly we keep our peace
And cleanse our thoughts within.

The Aritifice of Subterfuge

If you think you're a scholar and know it all,

And your knowledge has no room to grow at all,

Restrain yourself. Try not to show at all.

For, respectfully, you will just blow it all.

If you tend to be vain and big headed,

And your friends call you mule and pigheaded,

Don't be obstinate now, or egg-headed.

Change it soon before it's embedded.

Most victims of pride are delirious.

They think they are wise and mysterious.

All their nonsense is trite and cinereous.

We've no need for anyone so imperious.

 

All these high and mighty are far and wide,

And their presence is hard to abide.

But, if brave, maybe I'll look inside,

And see why I am being so snide.

 

Do I think I'm a scholar and know it all?

Do I think I have no room to grow at all?

Am I tempted to brag and to show it all?

Good grief. How embarrassing to blow it all!