Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Rights Of A Pacifist

The Prison Guard:
Hey Preacher there's an activist who wants to talk to you
Says she wants to understand better your point of view
The Activist:
Like why do you protest those protecting what you do?
The Preacher:
The rights of a pacifist cannot be won through violence
It can only be protected by breaking the silence
And not let intimidation become a hindrance
The Activist:
But this freedom comes from the soldiers who fight
Those who kill and die protecting your right
Aren't you being disrespectful to their plight?
The Preacher:
How, by saying the war killing them should cease
That they should come home safe in one piece
Is that why I'm locked up with no release?

Poetry Post 275

Power
People look for power
As if the Earth was theirs to devour
They'll use what other people make
They'll grab on whatever they can take
They'll do anything forbidden
To make others do their evil bidden
They'll do it just to feed the ego in their head
But what is this power when they're dead

Rambled Thoughts II
Put your nose to the grindstone
Until you make a point
A teenager alone
In his own joint
He thought he was a rock now he's just stone
Looking for his point

Slow Death
Laying down waiting my long expected death
Feeling weak and down to my single last breathe
Never again to enjoy a sunny day outside
Never again to read the books that stayed by my side
But still no more hatred, torture or pain
Never to be lied to again
So as I wonder laying on my deathbed
Debating, which is the greater pain, in my head
To live with Earthly pain and pleasure
Or to die to cease forever more

The Petition

Neighbor:
(opening knocked door) Now why are you knocking at my door?
The Activist:
Would you like to sign this petition to release the Preacher?
Neighbor:
I had him arrested why would I sign that for?
The Activist:
Why would you even have him arrested at all?
All he did was make a house call
Neighbor:
Boy you freaks have a lot of gall
Look my son is fighting this war
The Activist:
And what is it for?
Neighbor:
Not to have every pest come to my door
And I'm not signing for the Preacher's release
Your antiwar movement is disturbing the peace
Now get away before I call the police

Poetry Post 274

Jeremiah Complex
I speak without any vain piety
But with pencil and paper I'll change society
Speaking truth in mass communication many nations will hear
I'll show Jehovah is someone to revere and endear
I'll show my fellow bleeding hearts neither is God's heart at all cold
I'll show the family values groups God values the whole household
I'll show Jehovah is generous enough to give
The whole universe for every nation of man to enjoy

Fade Away
Goodbye my dear friends
This is how it ends
Although the end is never clear
We can feel the departure coming near
Every bond is broken for every one made
And there is nothing left but for our affection to fade

Old Friends
Old friends reentering their relationship
After they lost contact and let time slip
From no words been spoken
Their friendship grew old and broken
Is it possible for their friendship to grow again
Or has it reached its final end
Will they make it though
Or do they have to start off new

The Activist

The Activist:
Did you get the news today
There's a new cause celebre
An innocent man is locked away
He was just fighting for a higher cause
He didn't break any practical laws
He doesn't deserve prison he deserves our applause
We must make appeals for his release
Maybe even demand the war to cease
We must go to any means to achieve peace

Poetry Post 273

Emily
Emily, don't cry, I've already been torn apart
Emily, don't smile, joy is just too new to my heart
I can't help feeling the same as you do
I never felt this close to anyone but you
I'm sorry but this whole situation is new
I didn't really mean to tell you how to feel
But I've been in pain too long and I don't know what it's like to get healed
Please don't leave I know you don't need permission to smile or cry
I just needed to tell you how I feel and why
I just needed you to know that how you feel will be part of me till I die

Fear Of No Pain

All I see are people of thick skin and thick head
Knowing not what it's like living in dread
Never knowing fear for they are numb of heart
They never cry or fall apart
How can they have no bad in all they feel
Every man has an Achilles Heel
I cannot relate to those who don't show pain
Even Jehovah God cries in the rain

Fools
I can't fool others half as much as I fool me
A fool feels more than he can see
I have loved more than I had thought
I found myself lost and caught
I go further than logic would dare
Looking for a heart to care
All's fair in love and war because any fool who'd get in
Can't tell a fair loss from a cheated win
But what can I do
I'm just a fool looking for an "I love you"

Second Interview

The Prison Guard:
Hey Preacher the Reporter is back to see you
And he wants to finish the interview
Says he just has another question or two
The News Reporter:
Yes first why are you so passionate about this cause?
The Preacher:
Because its about adhering to the natural laws
The News Reporter:
What about the criticism it draws?
The Preacher:
I can't regret something I'm not sorry for
I can't just suspend my objections to war
It's a truth worth it's consequences to endure
The News Reporter:
Thanks that all I need to know
The world will know your story tomorrow
But for now I got to go

Poetry Post 272

The Park Of Youth
As I walk through my backyard as I did when I was young
Remembering the time back so long
Of a time more innocent
Of a time well spent
Of a time without rage
A time when I was young in age
How would I love to go back there
Back when there was love and care

Last Days Last Temptation
What could I want from you cursed Babylon
Can't you tell that all your glory's gone
There's more pride just to live in simple stealth
Than living with all your power and your wealth
You may deny the people choice
But you cannot deny their voice
You can imprison us by death but second life will set us free
Where all the righteous with their works and deeds can live eternally

School Is...
One more year to be gone
Then you'll be moving on
You have served your sentence down to the last year
Your day of being called a respectable citizen is near
Thank goodness you can't serve twice
The cheap pointless labor was itself a vice
Soon to be in a world that will appreciate you
And you shall be compensated for what you will do