The Hypocrite Who Lies to Self...a poem that I wrote towards the end of 2009

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The Hypocrite Who Lies to Self


One a penny, two a penny, I see your needs
Toss a rock, skip one two, three and four, I'll pick it up again.
Turn around hop back to the start, your voice it's lost in the weeds...



I've heard you say it, now and then. I've looked into your eyes.
Toss a penny; into the pot, one, two, three and four, I'll look away, yet again.
Seeing your poverty, I tell many a lies.



A measure of wheat, a measure of barley, a day's wages a slice of bread.
Toss a measure in your direction, one, two, three and four; I'll be on my way.
Silence falls heavy, you're needs, brushed aside, soon overcome with dread.



How is it, we hear, but do not see?
We call out to one another, "let me know if you need anything, anything at all"
How is it, we see, but don't comprehend? Life is more than just "me".



Walking by each other, day by day, false words many we say.
Seeing a need or many indeed, we turn out heads.
Pretending that it is due to one's own fault their lives are in decay.



True it is of some, lives are in ruin, in decay. Due to some fault of their own.
We toss a flicker of hope to someone, but then we smother all hope by our lies.
Believing decay comes only to those beneath our own throne.



Many of us walk, in such a way to never see the hypocrisy that scares at us from every mirror.
We toss our heads up in the air; we walk in pride, knowing we are not as others.
Quenching at all cost the facts that we know to our own inner horror.



Seeing we know, hearing we hear. Prideful, we ignore.
A kind word spoken never meant. We keep on going.
Imagining ourselves better than others, we listen to their fading words, easily we bore-



Walking once again down that same path, I see you.
The one who lied, it was me.
Pretending it was some other, I turned from many rue.



Laughing I pretended it was some other walking by.
But it was me, I walked right past myself.
Playing "Hopscotch", I continued on my way, not even stopping to say goodbye.



Tossing a penny into a fountain, I continue on my way.
Pretending in my mind to toss away the harshness of my reality...
Not fully comprehending it is pride that must be cast away.



Poverty and shame it comes to those who trust in the riches of this world.
I'd looked into my own eyes, not seeing, the poverty of my soul.
Trusting in myself, I'd walked many a mile in much turmoil.



Reading, rhyming walking on my way, not looking at you not looking at me...
Repeating nursery rhymes, hoping no one sees the broken spirit that resides in my shell.
Laughing, dancing, singing, playing, who can know it is me?



Dwelling on problems, situations, soon it is easy to believe, the world it revolves around me.
Life putting up barricades, and stumbling blocks...
Someone trying to get my attention, finally walled in my attention is free.



Working so hard to be perfect, never reaching that goal.
Pretending everything is okay, knowing it's not true.
Once laying down my guard knowing soon life will have taken its toil.


Working for shelter, working for comforts, working for a bite of bread...
Failing in every area, health soon cast away, society laughing.
Finally turning to see that a life without Christ has much to dread...



One a penny, two a penny, a measure of wheat, a measure of barley...
Toss a rock, skip a one, skip a two, bend down, turn around, and leave the stone on the ground.
See the fountain flowing with blood, cast away false ideas, covered in The Blood, finally free...



Bended knee, confession made, Christ accepted truly this time.
Turning seeing those in need...
Casting away worldly lusts, going forward knowing the answer to the final rhyme...