Poetry Post 65

Curse Of Capitalism

Ever since capitalism the world has gotten worse
Money may talk but only if the words are curse
For a silver coin or green paper people'll kill without remorse
The giving hearted, understanding, and wise
Are always last to receive the prize
But always the first to get downsized
But the obesely greedy and rich take by telling lies
And are able to take whatever they can see with their eyes
They just keep feeding their greed as their heart dies
But what hope is there for the giving hearted men
The answer is they'll see life again
But cleaner and purer, Paradise that'll never end

Pro-Life

The seed has been planted and the roots were already there
But the tree has no foliage to bare
Since the tree's life was killed at its root
And no one can but wonder what of its once potential fruit
The mother's womb
Has become the child's tomb

Where To Stand

They'll be times when you will not know
Who to lean on or where to go
And times without a helping hand
Without help to let you stand
When you've been beaten to the ground
And though you'll may have gone down in the fight
You can pick yourself up knowing you're right
For the righteous always stand alone
Without the world's favor ever shown
But in the end you're victory bound

Poetry Post (we'll you still need me will you still feed me when I'm) 64

Product Buying & Wife Hunting
I like products from a second hand store
Practical, sturdy, built to endure
A most unique and acquired beauty to behold
Finer products are finest when second sold
Frail franchise fads are far more futile
Delicate, devoid of duty, dainty, dormant, docile
Such words describe merchandise of the modern market
An empty value bought with wasted wages within your wallet
Abused, accused, battered, bruised and used
With character in tact would be the woman I choose
For durability is the accountability of worth
Of those whose qualities are as permanent as the Earth

To Brittany Gray VII
I love you but can not have you
Is there nothing I could do
To gain your precious love and trust
I'll show this is more than lust
But I just don't quite know the way
So we must be apart another lonely day

To Brittany Gray VIII
She is as loving as Aphrodite
Her face as gentles as morning grass
Her eyes blue as the rivers of Eden
Her thoughts as deep as the craters of the moon

Poetry Post 63

God's Garden
What a wonderful mystical escape
Is the many painted landscape
In the far corners of God's Garden
A place to find yourself and God again

Earth's Harmony
Don't hurt anyone
Or anything under the sun
For everything's a vital key
In Earth's Harmony

Eluding Danger II
Never giving up the resistance
Fighting off peril with persistence
Relying on personal strength
To endure danger full length
Sticking to your resolve
You'll get your problems solved
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments

Poetry Post 62

The Memorial
Pass the bread pass the wine
In remembrance of a better time
In the Hope to come
The Hope of Jehovah's Kingdom

Christian Leprosy
Christians forgetting to do and wish well
Preaching hatred and fear of a mythical hell
We forget to love as we learn to hate
Showing off piety in a collection plate
As long as we try at all to follow God's Word
Why should any of us be a cast off leper
If Christians want to really cure
They must see what others must endure
You look so well after Christian brothers
But shun the unwed mothers
Each and everyone of us all
Is just another angel bound to fall
But how can one rise up and stand
If no one will reach out and lend a hand
Put your hands out of your pocket
Hold someone else's hand and look out of your socket
The only thing written in God's Plan
Is to love embrace and aid everyman

Homophobia
With AIDS identified we pass judgment on the ill
Not letting them in the army because the immoral shouldn't kill
Syphilis medication can be found in any small town store
But when AIDS was a "gay disease" no one was looking for a cure
And now that the straights get AIDS they kill the faggots manually
Not realizing straights got AIDS straying from monogamy
They're too blind to see the hideous hypocrisy
Of judging homosexuals while permitting misogynist adultery
They allow hetero-hedonism amongst the dorms
But Matthew Shepherd was killed because he lived outside these norms
And no remembers him except spiteful homophobes from Westboro Baptist Church
Who would gladly have him burnt with their Puritan torch
Meanwhile church going women and Midwestern housewives
Have daydreams of soap operas and romance novels dictate their lives
But are so shocked by Ellen's sexuality
They don't notice their ironic mentality
Nor do their husbands sickened by the sodomy
But not their lust, aggression or their gluttony
And not one of them can speak a word against the gays
Unless they change their spiteful hedonistic ways

Post 61 of Poetry

Ill (Haiku)
Bedside laying sick
Lonesome ill and tiresome
Waiting for a cure

Danger
We have pedophiles and racists listed on the internet
But as long as they're still free they're still a threat
As long as criminals live among us we aren't safe yet
Fighting fire with fire only leads to harm
There's no use fighting back with firearms
Destructive power is futile when consumed by panic and alarm
Corporations pollute by tons as we recycle in pounds
There is no sanctuary in the skies, seas or underground
Mother Earth and Her Children are dying all around
From greed, to hate to apathy
We can see how society provides poverty
But as long as you're safe you're blind to the urgency

Political Insincerity
How do you wage war then go home to your wife
How can you casually dismiss other forms of life
How can you eat with their blood on your hands
How can you stand by your God as you break his commands

Poetry Post 60

Pigs-Male Teenagers
We know we are so smart
But that says nothing of our heart
We keep dirty just to keep cool
Ridiculed by some ridiculous fool
They say we're ugly and only fit to die
So they lock us in some smelly old sty
So we just soak in the mud wallowing in pity
Knowing we could be pets if only we were pretty
All we have is filth to keep us happy
But we are condemned never to be free
So why look up to the sky beyond our pain
When you know we will drown looking up at the rain

Lonesome Wolf III
Yet he still wanders across woods and plain
How he yearns to be accepted once again
But then he suddenly finds peace in the silence
And no longer is his loneliness so intense
He sits in the silence of the field of peace
His heartache is now beginning to decrease
The moon and star helped the wolf another way
Just Jehovah helps people so much each and everyday

The Aloof Connection
Do you know what it feels like not to be loved
To be and not be part of
To live in a cycle that'll never end
To be an acquaintance not a friend
To see, to feel, to desire, but never achieve
To have knowledge and be too cynical to believe
To barely exist, just inconsequential mass left to be
Then you have a connection with me

Poetry Post 59

Lost Battles
I am evil I lost to sin
The battle I couldn't win
Was the one I had deep within
Any other battle I could have endured to fight
But I cannot win against the loneliness of the night
There's always another sinful method to deluding yourself to thinking it will be alright
Whether alcohol, marijuana, porn or heroin
Easy outs fooling me within
Are my deadliest sin

Hindsight (Haiku)
What else can I do
I cannot change history
But simply regret

Worthless Man
What more could I be
Sin was borne to me
What right am I to say
I have lost my way
I have lost flavor in my salt
I'm no good save to find some fault
All in all sin is all we are
On the narrow road we can't go far
I try to wash the dirt away
Just to find a man of clay
A Deluge shall come to wash this sin away
When Christ comes on Judgment Day