19th Set of Poetry

Imperfect Jesus
We seek an imperfect Jesus
A hero a bit more like us
But those who aren't too self-absorbed
Are too disturbed
The rest are dead
Taking shots to the head
Sent to the grave
From ones refused to be saved
We don't look within
To deal with our sin
We want to heed
Someone brave enough to lead
Because when we look inside
All we see is a place to hide
We just don't have the balls
To knock down our walls
We put everything
In Martin Luther King
Hoping Gandhi
Might set us free
But Christ is the embodiment of our freedom
Follow him to find unfailed promises in his Father's Kingdom

Contact Communication
Contact is the communication of compassion
But being aloof is good manner and fashion
People are too afraid to touch
Afraid that they might blush
So they keep themselves distant
Against emotions they stand resistant
They refuse to contact or profess they care
For fear their emotions will leave them vulnerable and bare
So I stay one step ahead of them all
For in this world of apathy I'll stand behind the wall

Pangaea
We all come from Pangaea a once united place
But as the continent broke apart so did the human race
The war chariots moved swift
As the continents began to drift
Now each race seeks to exploit his brother's land
And have his brother serving at his command
Now they father children who'll inherit the guilt
And the fleeting hope of power their ancestor's built