Saturday, May 23, 2009

Poetry Post 267

Love Chances
I'm living in a lonely heart nightmare
Living without a love to share
Shackled by defeat and despair
But I don't say it's unfair
I don't give any reason to care
Secluded with painful contentment in my lair
Risking stable misery is a bet I'd never dare
I could never bare the taste of a sour affair
And with little to offer and nothing to spare
The chances of success is far too rare

Tears
Ejaculation is the crying of the hardhearted man
Society puts emotions and tears under ban
Baring one's core is something they canned
We freeze our depression and fears
And we bottle it up over the years
Trying to find an alternative to our tears

Judger's Judgment
Faggot and pervert instead of Samaritan and Gentile
Jesus never banned his love based on labels so senselessly vile
From harlots to tax collectors Jesus spread God's Word
Why should ones assigned as heathens die by a sinner's sword
If the sick are willing the Physician heals the ailing
Because like cancer the sin in them is not to their failing

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