A couple more poems

Hanging High:

Act I:
All alone,
darkness creeps into his soul, mind and heart
All light fleets from him.
Alone, with no one to comfort him.
Tears stain the note
Hate, confusion, and despair stain his life.


Now he hangs high,
for his roommates to find.
This world holds him up there.

Act II:
All alone,
evil pumps in his veins, and saturates his soul.
All goodness left him long ago.
Now he is before the judge and jury,
convicted of a triple homicide.

He was guilty of crime before the trial,
at the time of birth.

Now he hangs high,
a reminder of a fallen, criminal world.

This world holds him up there.

The FINAL Act:

All alone,
holy and pure.

The Father forsake him,
to finish the job.

Crowned with sin,
and pierced with iniquity,

He died for us.

There He hung high,
to show the perfect love of God.

His love held Him up there.

Epilogue:
Not alone,
though the world forsakes me.

I cling to my cross,
killing off the flesh
never coming down,
finishing this race


Here I will hang high,
to show the world His Glory

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Ode to America:

The blood of martyrs is used to write history
To me it’s a mystery
How Hitler was a tragedy
But the genocide against Native Americans was Manifest Destiny.

Phony Christians,
Make the best politicians
Liars,
Slave owners
Anti-Christ Warmongers

From South America to Baghdad
Count the dead
Babies, women and me- all have bleed
This Empire, it’s just another horn on the head.

You're dread,like disease, continues to spread
Calamity you have bred!
Evil sleeps in your bed
Since with Satan, you've been wed.

How can God bless a nation
Where colonization
Materialization,
Corporations,
Idol imitation,
Racial extermination,
Economic mobilization,
And moral sterilization
Have come before His praising?

Spiritually dead
Whore Babylon, rejoice now
And drink your wine
For your time is soon at hand.

Your deeds are known
Your colors have shown

Inner cities starving for food and God
Are ignored, only heard on IPods
With the ghetto gospels
Of getting rich quick, or die trying
Many end up dying
with their souls crying
because of your denying
them love, lying
telling them that defying
is a way of implying
that they'll be flying
high, in a society
that denies
their very suffering.

While the world thirsts and hungers
You look for creams to make you look younger
Vain Idols
Your culture is suicidal
Homicidal
Living idle idols

Churches full of self made millionaire saints
Praising the god of wealth
While rejecting humanity
Speaking their heretical blasphemies.
Teaching a Christianity
filled with insanity
vanity
and spiritual profanity.

All things have an end
And yours is soon.
The mercy you have shown others,
Will be shown to you.

A few more poems

Here are a few more poems that I found on my computer:


An empty shell;
Devoid of the life that once inhabited me.
You once carried me on your back,
Across the ever turbulent sea floor.
Battered and worn I was, but at least I had a purpose.
At least I had a reason for my existence.
I was happy then.

Now, I am an empty shell 
Floating along side all the other empty shells in this sea.
Yet even they have qualities to be valued over me.
Some are strong, 
Able to protect.
Others shine like the sun,
With beautiful designs engraved in their sides
They are pleasing to the eye, 
and are worthy enough to collect.

But what qualities do I offer?
I am worn, 
weathered,
and cracked.
Instead of beautiful designs
I bear only chipped edges.

Truly, I am just another empty shell floating in the sea.
Slowly sinking to the bottom
as the light from above begins to fade,
I start to decompose,
making way for a better shell to come along.


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I was super bored one night (a looooong time ago), and I wrote this one in about 15 mins.

My first love

It began innocently
First a quick glance,
then a stare,
then a smile.


Your fragrance always fills the room.
A blend of heavenly and spring time aromas,
Mixing to create a new, yet some how familiar, smell.

How invigorating,
How intoxicating.

Day after day
I notice you from afar,
so beautiful, so wonderful,
so tempting.

Oh, what would I do for some time alone,
for your company,
for just a few words.

I'd trade my world,
if it meant I could stare into you eyes for just a little while
If I could get close to you,
close enough to feel your heart beating,
I would know then that our hearts beat as one,
sounding like war drums,
signaling how our love can conquer all obstacles.

You know how to make a fellow beg,
and I must admit,
you have me weak in the knees,
and have given me a few butterflies in my belly.

You are my first love,
my last love,
my only love.

You have shown me true love,
but I sit here and ponder at times;

Do you even notice me?
Am I ever on your mind?
What do you feel about me?

It seems that your love is an unattainable treasure,
yet I must continue to seek it out.

It drives me,
inspires me,
gives me reason to live, even.


You are my first love,
my last love,
my only love.

You complete me,
but you are no mere piece to this puzzle;
no, you are every piece that comes together
to bring my soul peace.


Oh! How I want to just tell you all these things,
but I think you already know somehow.

Even still, I will sing and write and declare
how wonderful,
and beautiful,
and lovely you are.

I will continue to dream about you
your soft touch
your perfect love.

You are my first love,
my last love,
and Jesus,
you are my ONLY love.

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I honestly don't remember the story behind this one:

As the rain fell tonight
You're love poured over me.
Gentle drops of peace
soaked into my soul.

Yet it was just an illusion,
for I am still dry,
being void of that lovely rain
and my soul is still at war;
there is no peace tonight.

The barrier between us
is a great rift that no one person can cross.

Yet, I know that somehow you are still so close.
 
So close, I can feel your presence,
so intensely,
so vibrantly,
so wonderfully
and so tragically


Your melodies penetrate my chest
and leave my soul craving more.

Your fragrance leaves me drunk
with rabid passion.

Yet, my heart is torn like the Veil
for I know that your eyes will idly
pass over this,
and assume it is for another.

And how can I blame you for this thought?

Such a lowly man as I,
being with a fair person as you
is impossible.
Laughable, even.

Perhaps it is best for me
to kill these feelings
once and for all

Allow my soul to be a desolate wasteland
void of all thought of you.

But would it be necessary
to do it myself?

I think not,
for your dagger,
your deeds,
your words,
have already given the fatal blow.

All which is left,
is for me to lie here
draining my life
and my love.

A few poems

I was reminded tonight that I had a bunch of poems hiding out somewhere, so I decided to find them, and I will post them here.

This first poem was just for fun. My friend thought I could write a poem about anything, so she tested me and said to write about the sun....So, here we have a poem about the Sun:


The Sun

You come,

You go.

I awake to you gentle caressing my cheek,

Bringing life to my day.

Yet, you make your escape

Leaving me to fend for myself throughout the night

No warmth,

No life,

No radiance,

No Light.

There is one like you,

Imitating your glory,

But never fully reaching your majesty.

It is in this darkness

That I realize how precious you are.

 I tremble in the cold, dark night

Not because the night itself has wronged me,

But because I know that there is none like you,

And I quiver in awe of that thought.

O’ Splendid light!

O Glorious light!

Return to me soon, my love.

Bring solace to my soul,

Peace to my mind,

And let the beauty of life be revealed by your power.

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I was joking about wanting to be a King someday, and how I needed a queen.. As I continued to talk with my friend about this, I began to see a bit of a vision in my mind, and words began to come together into this poem:

Queen:

O’ Queen, my beautiful Queen

See how lovely you are,

Adorned with splendor and grace!

You are as lovely as Venus,

The bright morning star

Chosen as special out of the heavenly bodies

To announce the coming glorious light

And as Venus shines before the full glory is seen,

So too, my love for you, shines

Before I have even laid eyes upon your face

Before our gazes have met

I have seen the inner depths of your soul

And I love you.

 I have seen you

Standing firm and proud

Bearing such luscious fruit

And I desire to taste of it

O’ Queen, my beautiful Queen

So soft and delicate

Fit only for the finest linens

And the gentlest touches.

O’ my sweetest love

I adore you

I desire you

When will Heaven reveal you?

When shall I give pursuit to your heart?

When shall I make you my wife?

When shall I crown you my Queen?

I know not when,

Yet my heart is ready

For you.

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I wrote this one about a year after I became a Christian, and I was going through a time of hardship..


Out to Sea:

I’m afraid of losing you.
And my fears consume me
As the sea consumes a vessel,
First tossing it side to side
Emptying its inside of all treasure.
Then causing it to break apart at the foundations
Allowing death to flood each cabin.
Slowly it begins to descend to the depths
Crushed by pressure
Sealed by fate.

So too is my fate with out you, O sweetest name that my lips can whisper
My soul is emptied of the joy that you once stowed in my hull,
As I take the battering of the waves of life.
My foundation is cracked,
Slowly leaking life.
Holes in my sails prevent movement from this predicament.
Now the Kraken emerges,
And envelops this vessel
Promising to end this quickly.

But sea monsters lie.

And now,
Now I’m drowning,
Drowning slowly.
Liquid fills my lungs 
Forcing out the air.
Fear controls my mind now
And darkness clouds my view
As I slowly sink
Sink further away from you,
Son, the source of light.