Poetry Post 215

My Generation
Waco, 9/11, Columbine
I sit along the borderline
Finding neither side is fine
A cursed society
Inflicted with calamity
Has shaped its image of me
Religion, politics, social classes
Defines and divides the masses
Life is just this phase thank God it passes

Middleground
If you look around
You will have found
That there are few who stand middleground
There's little balance anymore
On either side of any war
Scales tilted by the bloody gore
So many on each side gone
Still the stenchful battle lingers on
Who can tell the dead they won

What To Die For
I look at the wasteland of our Earth
I wonder what Jesus saw of any worth
The hungry wolf eats the baby lamb and cattle
The rapists and pillagers in lands ruined from their battles
Why did Christ try to bear his Light
To a world that fights for everything except right
Our hope is far too bleak
When our strongest are naive and weak
Those that could be best
Are tempted and swayed by the rest
Don't tell me there is no hell
Where do you think we dwell
We all live in our minds
Where bad lets good lag behind
We live sin in every breathe
The only escape is the other side of death
I just feel Jesus died for nothing saved he missed heaven
Because nothing down here is worth saving

Poetry Post 214

Better Or Lucky
So your wit is more acute
And you have a fine suit
So you always have your hair comb
And you have a nice home
Does that mean you're better than me
Or that you're just lucky
Just because my possessions are few
It doesn't mean I'm worse than you
I do so much for others
And I treat them like brothers
But then you get so much more
When love to you is just a chore

Painful Family
It's hard to deal with the pain in me
Set there because of my family
A father who never showed he was there
A sister who never showed she could care
A mother who guarded me from real life
But not from my aunt's need to add more strife
Oh how I need to break free
And start my own family

Wendy
Wendy my love it's so easy to see
Why it's only you I adore
Only you have I seen true beauty
And each day your beauty grows even higher than before

Poetry Post 213

Guilt
You gotta wash yourself clean but you'll never wash away the dirt you feel inside
You gotta lock yourself away in seclusion but can never hide
You can bottle it up or let it out but there's only you with who to confide
Sin leads to sin but guilt bars you from all the sin and virtue of pride
You can only lay asleep on the pillow you cried

Hopes And Pipe Dreams
Resurrection is looking like a pipe dream
Is it even possible for God to be as forgiving as you make Him seem
But if Jehovah cannot love me for what I am
Then I know by His Hand I am damned
Can I be an object of love
By someone placed so high above
This tainted world I'm part of
In a world of hawks will God care for a single broken dove

Through The Tunnel
Thirty-two unique beautiful people sardined into an eerie subway
Traveling with thirty-one strangers through a dark tunnel trapped from the light of day
Yet an unspoken unity is amongst us thirty-two
Keeping our faith that we will come out with the sun shining through