Porn’s Illusion (poem by me)

Turns out the diamond was only a quartz,
The Botox smiles were bloated with tears,
Makeup downstairs masked the genital warts,
Cocaine and Drambuie dispelled the fears.

A mangled misused juvenile inside,
No one to protect, nurture, or treasure,
Her morals and virtue went by the wayside,
She reasoned she lived for others’ pleasure.

Porn is a tunnel-boring machine,
for crippled hearts and crushed souls,
It digs and dredges a deep ravine,
Her soul, your soul, their souls—all black holes.

Do you want to know and taste real love?
God’s Son paved your freedom in His blood.

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” —Galatians 5:1

The Problem With Perfection (poem by me)

While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust,
Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble,
Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion,
We must accept we are nothing but dust,
Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability
Then we are free to break out of our bubble.

"Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7

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