Poems

One hobby of mine is writing; in particular poetry and fiction. Every once in a while, I like to share something I’ve written and will post it in my Facebook notes. Now, those writings are put here for those of you who are not facebook saavy ;-). I hope you enjoy these as much as I have.

Does it Bleed

does it bleed

“My god is science!”
He said in self-reliance.
He succinctly explained
That everything is in our brains

He went on to say
“This method is the way!”
“For if you can’t observe it
You surely won’t preserve it!”

Since at God he couldn’t stare
He thought God wasn’t there
So he trusted in gravity
Denying God’s Majesty

Does it weep? Does it bleed?
Does it care for your needs?
Does it stir inside of you
To remind its love it true?

When you ponder all its ways
Does it give you cause for praise?
Can it make you feel?
Does it give you any zeal?

Is there anything to what you believe
Some deeper reason to which you cleave?
Or are you trusting in
Something that loves your sin?

Oh she believed in God alright
She prayed to him every night
And each day of the week
A new name she would speak

“Sometimes he’s Allah, sometimes Buddha,
Sometimes the God of love, sometimes the God of Judah.
Sometimes he’s the sun, sometimes he’s a tree
Sometimes he’s my dog, and sometimes he’s me!”

“What you call him is moot”
She said praying to a fruit
“He doesn’t mind does he?
As long as you’re warm and fuzzy”

Does he weep? Does he bleed?
Does he care for your needs?
Does he stir inside of you
To remind his love is true?

When you ponder all his ways
Does he give you cause for praise?
Can he make you feel?
Does he give you any zeal?

Is there anything to what you believe
Some deeper reason to which you cleave?
Or are you trusting in
Some god that loves your sin?

“I don’t really care”
He said with a bit of flair
“If God exists at all –
If he’s tall or if he’s small”

“What really matters most
Is that which I can boast:
The four yachts that I own,
All the money I often loan”

“Wealth will always feed me
And never will impede me
So I’ll worship Dollars, Pounds and Rands
And use them to fill my hands”

Does it weep? Does it bleed?
Does it care for your needs?
Does it stir inside of you
To remind its love it true?

When you ponder all its ways
Does it give you cause for praise?
Can it make you feel?
Does it give you any zeal?

Is there anything to what you believe
Some deeper reason to which you cleave?
Or are you trusting in
Something that loves your sin?

Jesus Wept, Jesus bled
For my soul he joined the dead
Suffering torture and scorn
So that I might be reborn

When I ponder all His ways
I can’t help but be amazed
For the God I’m trusting in
Loves me despite my sin

He’s my God and he’s real
He fills me with highest zeal
For Jesus saved my soul
Only he has made me whole.

Picture provided by Doug1021

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Song of a Whore

Born in a brothel, the slums of the street,
Born in the sins of my mother
Bred and raised to be a whore,
Of lives I knew no other

When I longed for food and pleasure
I knew only one way
To obtain these desires of mine;
And it wasn’t the work of day

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To Grieve

Can I sit with you?
Can I cry in your arms?
Can I just be with you
While I process all this harm?

Are you willing to be silent?
Are you willing to be quiet?
Are you willing to just listen
And realize I don’t want to fight it

Your prophecies mean nothing
Your preaching makes me angry
Your words are only hurting
Even though they mean to love me

I know that God is here
And He is with me in the pain
I know that God can turn this loss
Into the greatest gain

But right now I want a shoulder
I want you to know how I feel
I want you to acknowledge
That all my pain is real

So, can I sit with you?
Can I cry in your arms?
Can I just be with you
While I process all this harm?

Are you willing to be silent?
Are you willing to be quiet?
Are you willing to just listen
And realize I don’t want to fight it

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Straight and Narrow

Sometimes the road is steep
Sometimes the road is long
Sometimes the road will be lost and the way will seem wrong

Sometimes your body will get bruised
Sometimes your legs won’t go
Sometimes your feet will get wet trudging through the snow

Sometimes you will slip
Sometimes you will fall
Sometimes you’ll need to take a rest to get through it all

Sometimes you’ll want to give up
Sometimes you’ll wished you’d stayed
But I guarantee, in the end the view will take your breath away

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My Favorite Medication

A Terrorist attacked the other day
Along with himself he took four others away
His shrapnel dug in the flesh of ten more
Filling the shop with blood and gore
I saw the horror, there on the news
Read it in the paper, still unamused

I squinted my eyes and let out a yawn
Skipping the story of a child now gone
A war torn country, full of greed
Rose to conflict with unstoppable speed
As one innocent family stood for the right
Their child was taken, killed in the night

Again my interest could not be swayed
By yet another evil the news portrayed
They spoke of elections for corrupt men
Who would do anything to ensure a win
I couldn’t care less and couldn’t take more
All of this news was all such a bore

Ignoring the world I tuned in to a show
That caught my attention with its humorous flow
All of the stories I had just heard
Could no longer make me one bit perturbed
For each event lost its somber mood
Becoming the brunt of banter so crude

Now entertained, I laughed ’till I cried
Joking of those who so tragically died
There I was, rolling on the floor
Tickled by beliefs that would only kill more
Society’s quickening death and decay
Were, to me, topics for play

After a while I laughed hard enough
And felt it was time to finally get up
To leave a few giggles for tomorrow
Sleeping away a world of sorrow
So I climbed into bed and turned out the light
But falling asleep would be quite a fight

For as I lay down thoughts came to my head
Of all the cries and shouts from the dead
Souls that were lost for Satan’s pleasure
Lives uncountable by any measure
All of the stories now seemed so real
As I pondered how the devil has zeal

And I thought to myself, forgetting to pray
“Where is God in the world of Today?”
I had the answer right in front of my eyes
For it was my laughter that was evil’s disguise
God he was hidden by our laughing mitigation
The humor that plagues this numbing generation

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Winter Evening

And tonight I watch the snow fall down
Snow fall down, snow fall down
Tonight I watch the peaceful flutter
Peaceful flutter of snowflake stutter

Tonight I’ll sip my cup ‘o tea
My cup o’ tea, sweet, sweet tea
Tonight I’ll sit and reminisce
Reminisce of those I miss

And this peaceful night I just sit back
Just sit back, just sit back
And in a while I’ll grab a book
Read a book, in my nook

All this night I’ll roast by fire
Roast by fire, roast by fire
All this evening I’ll watch the flames
Watch the flames, the dancing flames

And for this night my worries pass
Worries pass, seen like glass
Because this night I’ll sit in peace
Sit in peace, sit in peace

And now I’ll rock myself to sleep
Myself to sleep, myself to sleep
And wander through a dream so deep
A dream so deep, a dream so deep

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