Don’t Feed The Pigs
If in the muddy pens of sin you seek
to cast your pearls as bribes to gain men’s love,
the swine of earth will feed upon your soul;
your virtue swallowed whole by dispassionate pigs.
The scriptures say, “Cast not your pearls to swine.”
Don’t let your love be heard by careless ears
which then on twisted tongues will spread their lies
that drag your witness down to dark despair.
Your words and acts, enlightening souls of men,
must bear discernment: how and where they’ll grow.
Seek not to be all things to all mankind,
and tell what’s in your heart to chosen few.
Guard Your Vision
The body’s inner light comes through the eye,
and if ‘tward God thine eye be singly turned:
the rising sun of hope will always shine:
thy body whole shall then be full of light.
But if thine eye be thus ‘tward evil turned
thy body whole with darkness shall be filled.
The dark of night will live within your soul,
and void of light - how great that darkness is.
Don’t Play With Fire
Don’t feed the flames of passion kindling wood:
your members, thus igniting vile infernos-
leave paths of devastated fields of souls;
their ashy timbers build no worship temples.
The seeds of sin when sown bring forth a crop,
and on the winnowing floor must they be thrashed.
But only chaff remains - no valued growth;
the worthless crop, but fuel to feed hell’s forge.
The acts, when passion’s flaming fires are fed,
across historic pages thus inscribed,
are records of man’s deprivated deeds:
atrocities of degenerated minds.
Don’t play with fire, for hell burns bright enough,
And lend your members not to ember’s sparks.
Extinguish all the fires your passions start,
or fuel Hell’s fires throughout eternity !
Quick
In less than an instant
the fate of a man
in split-seconds can be decided forever:
State of maternity, birth for eternity.
life in the womb
or it’s death. . . . . .by abortion,
“To have and to hold”
or so bold in the midnight,
upholding ‘the vows’ or debauching their reverence,
Wealth of a life-time -
flipping a card -
a hard life in prison by squeezing the trigger,
Future of nations
insane annihilations,
pressing ‘the button’ or pulling a lever.
Thoughts blow our souls
to the winds in an instant -
bearing ‘a cross’ or ‘Cain’s mark’. . .to Omega !
Poems by Ron Baron
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