Just a Poem or Two

Just a Poem or Two,
Is all I can do,
To write about me,
To write about you.
To keep me sane,
To keep me from being blue.
To keep writing something beautiful,
But something true.
And right on cue,
You'll make things anew,
Bringing light to the darkness that surrounds the few.
Like the little old lady who lived in a shoe,
You'll sit and wonder who,
Who, who, who,
Gave you the clue,
About what you already knew,
About Me,
And about You.
And you'll know what to do,
As you look out at the view,
And the morning forgets about the lawn drinking the dew.
Just a poem or two.
It's all you asked, and all I gave,
but you forget to keep what you save,
And I sit lost in my thoughts as I dig my own grave.

Bitter

You crawled through the barbed wires in your own set of shoes.

Now you're filthy and crying because you've been bruised.

What did you think would happen to you?

What did you think would happen to you?

Now you're drinking the coffee laid out in the sun,
While feasting your eyes on the damage you've done.
Drink not with haste.
Tell me; how does bitter taste?

You've grown a nerve instead of a brain,
Pointing fingers at me for your drops of rain,
Well, now your accusations are washed down the drain,
Because I am the dragon that you'll never slay.

So shrug off your filth and look me in the eye,
Who was the one who commited the crime?
What did you think the mirror would reveal?
What did you think the mirror would find?

Keep mourning over the buckets you fill with waste,
Now tell me, dear, how does bitter taste?

Hands of a Clock

Struggling to find yourself in the hands

of unforgiving time.

                 Trying to find reason

                                   when there is no reason or rhyme.

Staring behind walls of g r a n i t e ,
Staring behind walls of e m b e r s ,

                               running away January,
                                         all the way to December.

Hands in Hands in Hands they link...
Dripping remnants of melting ink.

                                                        Chasing time until it stops,
                                            Such is life in between the hands of a clock.

All I was, was me

All I was, was me.

The air no one wanted to breathe.

The waves encompassing.

I was the shadow you never saw.

The whisper you pretended not to hear.
I was not a beauty queen.
Not an all succumbing society being.
I was not what was written down as law.
I was not as I was told to be.
All I was, was me.

The Cynics

My head is heavy weighed down by doubt, Their cynical voices, whispered shouts. Words so small, cut so deep. I thought my heart was mine to keep.

Who are you to Judge without a Jury? You spare me no grace, just Flames and Fury. You don't know who I am; what I've been through. You don't listen as you scythe skin and tissue.

Where is compassion, where is mercy? Why are humans so quick to make a verdict? We all breathe the same air and have hearts to beat, Our lives are stopwatches that will soon cease to tick.

Why not show Love and Understanding? Life is already harsh and demanding. Don't you have something better to do than sit and scrutinize? Is that really the way you want to spend your life?

Your voice matters. It can Heal. It can Destroy. But your voice isn't mine to use. It's yours, your choice, it's up to you.

But Goliath, you are small

You were a warrior, a Goliath,
Thinking you stood so tall.
But all it took was a stone, a rock,
And then came the fall.

There was blood on your hands,
And hatred in your eyes.
But the little child in you,
Still crawled under the sheets at night.

Mercy was handed to you,
But you took it and threw it to the swine.
As you walked on thorns that made you bleed,
But spat at grace because you were "just fine".

Life was right before you,
But you choose the path of denial and hate.
What you do is always justified,
When Satan offers lies, you take the bait.

And I can't help but feel heartbroken,
For you Goliath, so mighty and tall.
For in you is a lost soul,
You child so weak and so small.

Just come to Him,
Stop fighting a battle you'll never win.
Let love guard your heart,
And His blood cover your sin.

You think you can beat anyone in any town,
But all it takes is one stone to bring a giant down.

Awake

The night whispers something intolerable into the corners of the rusted chambers in your heart.You tried to blow off the dust like it was a stranger just passing through the streets of your hometown.

But you knew better than that. The dust had settled into a house on your street for awhile now.

It wasn't a visitor, but a resident.

And your heart. You tried to oil it up and make it as good as new. Just like the tin man.

But you knew better. You knew that it would stay behind it's rusted prison bars and that no amount of oil would do the magic trick. There wasn't going to be an audience's applause today. No rabbits coming out of hats.

You tried to sleep but your Vampire habits kept you fidgeting with a thirst and hunger for the drops of a new awakening, a new life.

There you were staring at the ceiling of your tomb.

But you awoke. You awoke. Your eyes no longer tired due to the lack of sleep. Your heart no longer rusted and imprisoned. The dust swept away to the far corners of the earth. A new life, a new hope, dawned, awakened, and manifested in you. You were made new. You were alive. You found the light to keep out the whispers in the night when you found the man at the cross with love written on His side.

Life As It Is

Society robs our youth from innocence,

And our generation doesn't give a care 'cause they don't know what they have to miss.

And adults act surprised when their kids are depressed,

As the world like a thief steals their ignorance.

And destruction lies on the corner of every street,
While construction admits to it's defeat.
In a grave folly lies,
As people give up with just one try.
And the kids learn to not care about anything,
Because for some it's better than feeling.
Others view life as a joke or a game to play,
But once you lose, it's no longer funny.
And people travel from place to place,
To find where they fit in, to find a space.
But if they started with theirself they might fit in,
If they learned to be happy in their own skin.
Sometimes people search when nothing is lost.
Some give up their morals if that is the cost.
People give away self-respect and dignity,
As they drown themselves in iniquity.
It's a broken world, so wake up sleeper and see,
If you want change it has to start with you and me.

All glory be to Him

I am broken, I am damaged, and I am bruised.

I have been tricked, lied to, hurt, and used.

I have felt pain and I have caused pain.

I have made my own scars and made my own stains.

I have felt the weight of sin- too heavy for me to carry.
I have guarded myself; become more wary.
But I have seen joy and I have felt joy.
I have seen the laughter of girls and boys.
I have been molded, changed, and been made new.
My once many burdens have been exchanged for a few.
My scars and stains are healed and washed by His blood.
Though I once was deemed unredeemable and was covered in mud.
My once heavy sin now floats in the air.
My once guarded self now loves without a care.
All thanks and glory be to my Jesus, my Savior, my King.
All glory be to Jesus, who made my broken heart sing.

The ocean doesn't call to you because you don't look good in blue...

There are a thousand things I could be,a thousands of thoughts sheltered in my mind,

a thousand sparks and fireflies in my soul,

a thousand pathways and mazes in my heart,

decades of ages in the pupils of my eyes and in the wrinkles upon my forehead,

curves and parallel lines upon my lips and eyebrows,

foreign languages curled asleep in my mouth,

gentle paintstrokes on my fingertips,

knots of secret hopes in my tangled, curly mess of hair,

cello music in my ears all screaming a silent madness,

 the scent of burnt taffee in my nostrils,

blood and love becoming one in my veins,

strength in a boxing match with weakness in my muscles,

paper thin airplanes are flying, walls around me built and knocked down, my kites never coming off the ground, and I stand there in awe.

Because this is life.

Unperfected words upon unperfected paper filled with meaning and nonsense in a whirlpool found upon in the ocean that you won't go and visit because blue doesn't look good on you.

And that's okay.

Because you're found in the field of the daffodils and where the brilliant sun matches your golden hair and your golden heart and yellow suits you just fine because you've always coated your hotdog with mustard instead of ketchup.

Weightless

The sweat slithers down your brow,

Mixing with salt and blood, are you strong enough now?

To hold the sins of the universe,

to shelter the world from iit's condemning curse?

You're a human and like a landslide, you crumble and fall.

While on your knees you try to stand tall.

But the weight is to heavy to hold.

Like a poker player hanging his head in defeat,

You begin to fold.

But humans were never meant to hold galaxies,

I can't even hold the weight of the life given to me.

There is someone much greater that took away all sins,

So we don't have to live in the debt of our transgressions and burdens.

He held the universe in His nailed wrists and hands.

He gave His life knowing it was all apart of God's plan.

Knowing it would free all the ones who believe,

That His death would bring life because He intercedes.

He intercedes so we don't have to carry the world,

For the Shepherd is good, He takes care of His herd.

He lavishes His grace upon us all,

So we may be spared from the wrath of the Fall.

Rest easy now, rest your heavy eyes.

Your life doesn't begin until you die.