Poetry Post 308

Church Divisions & State Unions
If my words seem at all cliché
They're just as true anyway
But if it is so clear God wants peace
Then why aren't the churches trying to make the wars cease
With each division of every congregation
Man builds a constitution for a new nation
Man ain't following God's commission
To do and follow our Christian mission
If we know God is love
Then hate can only be conquered from above
With free will and mind show love is the ultimate destiny
Show yourselves as God meant the world to be, in harmony

Insomniacs Appeal
Laying in my bed
About half way dead
Demons dwelling in my head
Crying as my heart bled
Because of the sin I can't relent
But always tried to repent
Seems to be death bent
I wish someone could take the hint
I'm driven to addiction
By my constant confliction
An ongoing friction
Between real pain and euphoric fiction
I'm fading away
Man of Easy Outs appending Judgment Day
Looking for new words to say
While I come off cliché

Society
As for morals in society today
It has lost its innocent way
No one truly loves their fellow neighbor
And no one tells the truth anymore
They all lost their sense that Jah is still here
And that His time has come near
They still walk in their adulterous ways
Even to the end of their days
With no care for others
They steal from their sisters and brothers
Even as far to take each other's life
Just adding to each other's strife
But they just look to golden idols
To be their role models
There is no honor left in the human race
When all their morals are out of place

Neil's Lament

Pegi:
Hey how's your crop growing Neil?
Farmer Neil:
I think I was suckered into a crooked deal
At least our other crops never made us lose a meal
Pegi:
What about the paycheck from Raleigh's Company?
Farmer Neil:
Everything I thought was free
Came with a hidden fee
Instead of a mortgage we have rent
And every seed and chemical is taken out of our payment
We may have a home but not a cent

Poetry Post 307

Spared
Everyday the world seduces me to sin
Like a raging alcoholic I give in
But then I see God looking at me angry but discerning
Always just leaving me with a warning
I fall down speechless as I stumbled
From an experience that made a once proud man humbled
I promise never to give in
But I grow desperate as the vow grows tiresome the cycle starts over again

Death Plea
Why does God let me live
I don't have anything to give
The world has nothing to benefit from me
There is nothing I have to make me worthy
Nothing has come from what I have said
The world would be better if I was dead
God must have some purpose left for me
Or Satan might just want to see me in misery

Virtue & Lust
Do you believe in virtue and lust
An innocence protected by lack of self trust
Maintaining your morals to maintain your love as a must
Trying to show you somehow deserve
But afraid when the day comes you'll lose your nerve
Or scare her away with feelings so hard to conserve
But led by the trust of the other's modesty
And their full disclosure and tactful honesty
You're headed humbly for a higher harmony

Spousal Support

Fossey:
Did you tell Rachel that you were unemployed?
Thoreau:
No its been a bad day she's already annoyed
If I told her we had to move she'd be destroyed
Fossey did I ever disappoint you?
Fossey:
How could you when you always fight for what is true?
Thoreau:
You mean what happens to be our point of view
Fossey:
No reality and reason are on our side
It is by that truth that we abide
You can't lose when they can't take your pride