The Preacher:
Hello would you like to read my manifesto
Neighbor:
No I can't I really got to go
The Preacher:
But I think its something you ought to know
Neighbor:
I recycle and I don't have any money
I won't sign a petition or join the army
I'm already late for work so I'm in a hurry
The Preacher:
I just want to talk about religion
Neighbor:
My parents already made this decision
And I don't care about another church division
The Preacher:
I want to talk about the war
Neighbor:
Why would you want to talk about that for?
The Preacher:
Do you think this is what Christ would condone sir?
Neighbor:
Some things are better off to ignore
And I don't want to talk anymore
So please get away from my door
Friday, May 22, 2009
Poetry Post 265
Certain Love
In Love there are winters and summers but never a May
True Love must be certain as the dawn of the day
If Love is in doubt then love will not stay
Love needs Confidence and Strength lest it whither away
In Hopefully your love will not have hope
If and Maybe aren't strong enough to cope
But with Will your will to love will survive
With Shall your Love shall remain alive
Witness Of Death
After coming to see you in your deathbed
I was drowned with tormenting thoughts in my head
Thoughts of never seeing you again
Thoughts of our friendships end
What can I do to stop the pain
If only I can see you again
All I have is my memory
Of the times of you and me
Suburban Blues
There's my sister reading her preteen magazine
Trying to keep up with the latest scene
Finding new ways to make her face clear and clean
Only if she knew not to be so mean
There's my sister trying to tighten her thighs
Just to impress some guys
Or maybe just to open some eyes
But she ain't there when her baby cries
In Love there are winters and summers but never a May
True Love must be certain as the dawn of the day
If Love is in doubt then love will not stay
Love needs Confidence and Strength lest it whither away
In Hopefully your love will not have hope
If and Maybe aren't strong enough to cope
But with Will your will to love will survive
With Shall your Love shall remain alive
Witness Of Death
After coming to see you in your deathbed
I was drowned with tormenting thoughts in my head
Thoughts of never seeing you again
Thoughts of our friendships end
What can I do to stop the pain
If only I can see you again
All I have is my memory
Of the times of you and me
Suburban Blues
There's my sister reading her preteen magazine
Trying to keep up with the latest scene
Finding new ways to make her face clear and clean
Only if she knew not to be so mean
There's my sister trying to tighten her thighs
Just to impress some guys
Or maybe just to open some eyes
But she ain't there when her baby cries
Self Reflection
The Preacher:
Am I right or am I just a hypocrite
Selectively choosing which laws to submit
Based on which ones seem to my benefit
With no account to a greater good
Misusing morals to avoid doing the things I should
Or perhaps my tactics leave my principles misunderstood
Maybe it's them or maybe it's me that's morally selective
Anyway I can only tell my actions are ineffective
Something on whose whats and hows is defective
Am I right or am I just a hypocrite
Selectively choosing which laws to submit
Based on which ones seem to my benefit
With no account to a greater good
Misusing morals to avoid doing the things I should
Or perhaps my tactics leave my principles misunderstood
Maybe it's them or maybe it's me that's morally selective
Anyway I can only tell my actions are ineffective
Something on whose whats and hows is defective
Poetry Post 264
To A Widow
I wish there was something I could do
But I've drifted too far from you
My memory of you is stored in the cobwebbed basements of my mind
And this emotional distance makes it hard to seem kind
But even if you remain far from me
It hurts to see you wallow in misery
I couldn't care less if you chose to come back into my life
But I can't be happy when you can't deal with the strife
I know you feel pain that no one knows like you
But one day you'll know this is a pain we all go through
I don't know what else comfort can be brought
To the tragic mourning young distraught
A Little Help
I try to help all the world I surround
But my seeds drop on unfertile ground
I do a little for everybody around
But no gratitude ever found
But my motives are often distort
I help and I hurt
No one appreciates my best effort
But my help always falls short
The Walk Of Friendship
It was a sunny day in the town
So on the road I walk down
My friend went on for the walk
We shared a laugh as we had a talk
We went strolling through the park
Then home again as it got dark
I'll always remember the trip
It was surely the Walk of Friendship
I wish there was something I could do
But I've drifted too far from you
My memory of you is stored in the cobwebbed basements of my mind
And this emotional distance makes it hard to seem kind
But even if you remain far from me
It hurts to see you wallow in misery
I couldn't care less if you chose to come back into my life
But I can't be happy when you can't deal with the strife
I know you feel pain that no one knows like you
But one day you'll know this is a pain we all go through
I don't know what else comfort can be brought
To the tragic mourning young distraught
A Little Help
I try to help all the world I surround
But my seeds drop on unfertile ground
I do a little for everybody around
But no gratitude ever found
But my motives are often distort
I help and I hurt
No one appreciates my best effort
But my help always falls short
The Walk Of Friendship
It was a sunny day in the town
So on the road I walk down
My friend went on for the walk
We shared a laugh as we had a talk
We went strolling through the park
Then home again as it got dark
I'll always remember the trip
It was surely the Walk of Friendship
The Judge & The Prosecutor
The Judge:
Will the defendant please rise
The Preacher ain't this a surprise
An unwarranted protest I might surmise
The Preacher:
I have a warrant for this protest
It is a conscience that cannot rest
The Prosecutor:
And we have a warrant for your arrest
So sit down and give it a rest
This is in the public's best interest
How can we fight a war with this pest?
The Judge:
Good point does the defense have anything to say before I give sentence
Maybe a statement of regret or repentance
The Preacher:
I regret nothing but this court's false pretense
The Judge:
That's it you've crossed the line
You're lucky the first offense is merely a fine
But one more time in court your ass is mine
Will the defendant please rise
The Preacher ain't this a surprise
An unwarranted protest I might surmise
The Preacher:
I have a warrant for this protest
It is a conscience that cannot rest
The Prosecutor:
And we have a warrant for your arrest
So sit down and give it a rest
This is in the public's best interest
How can we fight a war with this pest?
The Judge:
Good point does the defense have anything to say before I give sentence
Maybe a statement of regret or repentance
The Preacher:
I regret nothing but this court's false pretense
The Judge:
That's it you've crossed the line
You're lucky the first offense is merely a fine
But one more time in court your ass is mine
Poetry Post 263
In My Room
In my light less sunless room sitting on my bed
With endless terrors lurking around in my head
While stuck in my room
Seeing future doom
I see the death of my future marriage
Another victimized child in my carriage
The downslide of my physical body
And the debts draining out my money
Different Zone
Spending another day in a different zone
Spending my time living alone
But the solitude is fine
Because everything I have is mine
Nothing can harm my mortal soil
For I am in total control
In peaceful solitude
I can from stress and pain elude
Thug Or Robin Hood
I speak the truth I speak it in rhyme
Poverty is the mother of all crime
So many take just to get what they need
But they aren't evil because their root isn't greed
People are surviving on the sin of stealing
Just to compensate unfair dealing
Is it wrong, is it right, is it justified
In the courts should the poor as the rich be tried
In my light less sunless room sitting on my bed
With endless terrors lurking around in my head
While stuck in my room
Seeing future doom
I see the death of my future marriage
Another victimized child in my carriage
The downslide of my physical body
And the debts draining out my money
Different Zone
Spending another day in a different zone
Spending my time living alone
But the solitude is fine
Because everything I have is mine
Nothing can harm my mortal soil
For I am in total control
In peaceful solitude
I can from stress and pain elude
Thug Or Robin Hood
I speak the truth I speak it in rhyme
Poverty is the mother of all crime
So many take just to get what they need
But they aren't evil because their root isn't greed
People are surviving on the sin of stealing
Just to compensate unfair dealing
Is it wrong, is it right, is it justified
In the courts should the poor as the rich be tried
Second Confrontation
The Policeman:
That's it we've had enough
Don't make me get out the handcuffs
The Preacher:
Go ahead and arrest me if it makes you feel tough
I'm not fighting back I'm calling your bluff
And if I'm not fighting why are you pretending to be so rough
Behind the smoke and mirrors your words are just a puff
If you have a valid point then make it
But don't claim righteous and through violence forsake it
If you want power why use God's Name to take it
The Policeman:
That's it you are under arrest
For this unsanctioned protest
For the sake of our safety and public interest
That's it we've had enough
Don't make me get out the handcuffs
The Preacher:
Go ahead and arrest me if it makes you feel tough
I'm not fighting back I'm calling your bluff
And if I'm not fighting why are you pretending to be so rough
Behind the smoke and mirrors your words are just a puff
If you have a valid point then make it
But don't claim righteous and through violence forsake it
If you want power why use God's Name to take it
The Policeman:
That's it you are under arrest
For this unsanctioned protest
For the sake of our safety and public interest
Poetry Post 262
Censors
Self appointed protectors of youth
Trying hard to hide the truth
In Liberal Europe the kids are doing just as fine
Being infinitely and intimately exposed to nipples and wine
Censors prefer teaching the children to hate
Than teaching them how to tolerate
They preach the hoax of hellfire
Condemning man's engraved and enforced desire
They censor what you say and tell you how to feel
And they supply the gun with no alternative ways to deal
You can kill but never expose your soul
They'll always condemn and rarely console
They preach forgiveness but never forget any transgressing
If people are hounding on your back how can you be progressing
Censors romanticize the past with pictures of purity
Painting over the violence, fornication and greed of history
They repress infant memories of pain forgetting the first time wasn't recent
Forgetting it has been a long time since times were decent
First Step To Forever
Blissfully secluded with you on our honeymoon
Staying in bed from midnight to noon
Then spending the day hardly leaving the room
Finally feasting on the fruits of bride and groom
I'll have relentless rejoicing my whole life through
As long as I can always be with you
Safely secured by the bonds and vows of love
No depths below or heights above
Could ever discord our blessed matrimony
As our open hearts keep us together in harmony
Molly
Molly with the face of an angel
Body curves like a bell
Constantly in my mind your image dwells
Your presence is more divine than the sunset
Your skin is a soft tender blanket
I'll give you everything just for your heart to get
Self appointed protectors of youth
Trying hard to hide the truth
In Liberal Europe the kids are doing just as fine
Being infinitely and intimately exposed to nipples and wine
Censors prefer teaching the children to hate
Than teaching them how to tolerate
They preach the hoax of hellfire
Condemning man's engraved and enforced desire
They censor what you say and tell you how to feel
And they supply the gun with no alternative ways to deal
You can kill but never expose your soul
They'll always condemn and rarely console
They preach forgiveness but never forget any transgressing
If people are hounding on your back how can you be progressing
Censors romanticize the past with pictures of purity
Painting over the violence, fornication and greed of history
They repress infant memories of pain forgetting the first time wasn't recent
Forgetting it has been a long time since times were decent
First Step To Forever
Blissfully secluded with you on our honeymoon
Staying in bed from midnight to noon
Then spending the day hardly leaving the room
Finally feasting on the fruits of bride and groom
I'll have relentless rejoicing my whole life through
As long as I can always be with you
Safely secured by the bonds and vows of love
No depths below or heights above
Could ever discord our blessed matrimony
As our open hearts keep us together in harmony
Molly
Molly with the face of an angel
Body curves like a bell
Constantly in my mind your image dwells
Your presence is more divine than the sunset
Your skin is a soft tender blanket
I'll give you everything just for your heart to get
The Politician & The Priest
The Politician:
It's time to pay back your patriotic debt
And stomp out anyone we interpret
As a potential national threat
The Priest:
We are blessed by God and permitted to kill
For this war is what we deem a necessary evil
Israel was once condoned so we can still
The Preacher:
But Israel only fought wars God directed
Lest their favor from God be rejected
By starting wars God would have objected
The Priest:
Who are you to say which battles to condone?
The Preacher:
I don't say my thoughts as my thoughts alone
But by the Word of Christ you call your own
It's time to pay back your patriotic debt
And stomp out anyone we interpret
As a potential national threat
The Priest:
We are blessed by God and permitted to kill
For this war is what we deem a necessary evil
Israel was once condoned so we can still
The Preacher:
But Israel only fought wars God directed
Lest their favor from God be rejected
By starting wars God would have objected
The Priest:
Who are you to say which battles to condone?
The Preacher:
I don't say my thoughts as my thoughts alone
But by the Word of Christ you call your own
Poetry Post 261
Serpents Speaking Truth
If a serpent speaks the truth it remains true
Even the wicked do good a time or two
But even if true is his saying he is still just a serpent
He is still an unremorse sinner needing to repent
Even if a serpent speaks truth it may seem strange
But if you hear truth from a serpent nothing changed
The facts he state still remains true
But the serpent still is yet to pay his due
Fallen Apart
Broken down and fallen apart
My stumbled aching shattered heart
Immobile knowing where not how to start
So I sit in bitter sorrow lying sore
Indulged in my misery insisting solitude I seek a cure
What is left of me I care not anymore
Middle Of The Night
In the middle of the night
I get a lonely fright
When I know no one is in sight
I feel like nothing's alright
Even when someone is there
There is nothing I can share
To make them want to care
No one to leave my soul bare
So where do I go
No one seems to know
I need to get high when I feel this low
When relationships are lost in a breezes blow
If a serpent speaks the truth it remains true
Even the wicked do good a time or two
But even if true is his saying he is still just a serpent
He is still an unremorse sinner needing to repent
Even if a serpent speaks truth it may seem strange
But if you hear truth from a serpent nothing changed
The facts he state still remains true
But the serpent still is yet to pay his due
Fallen Apart
Broken down and fallen apart
My stumbled aching shattered heart
Immobile knowing where not how to start
So I sit in bitter sorrow lying sore
Indulged in my misery insisting solitude I seek a cure
What is left of me I care not anymore
Middle Of The Night
In the middle of the night
I get a lonely fright
When I know no one is in sight
I feel like nothing's alright
Even when someone is there
There is nothing I can share
To make them want to care
No one to leave my soul bare
So where do I go
No one seems to know
I need to get high when I feel this low
When relationships are lost in a breezes blow
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