Shades of GrayMy generation is of an age of Truth and LiesShades of Gray3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Love and of Hate.
A people who wander in a maze of shadow,
Trying to find what is right.
The questions are many,
Is abortion a right? A choice?
Or a crime?
Is homosexuality an act of nature? Of God?
Or a horrible sin?
Are we destroying this world we live in?
Or is that a myth? A hoax?
The answers contested,
Upbringing, Religion, Experience,
Dancing with GodDancing with God.Dancing with God4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A twirl, and a nod
every vestage of glory
revealed to me
pure and clean
I have not yet seen
the sin and hate
that fills this place
but then a dark aura
fills the air
as the angel of hate
enters the room
he takes my hand
with promises of happyness
that I already posess
I do not see God
calling to me
for sin is full
in my view
I begin to search
and I soon find
a new dance partner
of which to call mine
As I spin round and round
my head does the same
this high was not happy
it only added to my shame
God is still calling
watching me make
mistake after mistake
but I do not see him
as a new partner walks in
and the sinful tango
He gives me a rose
and my heart flutters
and with a gentlmanly bow
he takes my prized gem
and I am shamed again
God is still there
calling my name
but I do not see
carrying a knife
then i cut and bleed
And I hate my life
but then he pulls out
a powerful device
a device so strong
CarouselI'm coasting along,Carousel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind in my hair;
Hearing the song
That banishes care.
First up, then down,
'Round and around,
On this carousel of
The Lost and Found.
The Lost expect
To stop quite soon
With little regret
Of their mortal doom.
The Found dream
Of a place so grand;
Peaceful they seem,
In their Father's hand.
I'm coasting along,
The wind in my hair;
I hear this new song
I'll meet you There!
All beauty fails before HimAs the mind does wanderAll beauty fails before Him4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and the hours as though tarry
I find myself in a daze and barely
able to strike a single chord
where my fingers tapped on an empty writing board
my mind reaches upon a shelf impossible to mount
where words of inspiration can nourish and make me able
to describe the way I feel today
gathered here in the glory of God-displayed
The sun is sour to the eyes
taste so unpleasant to the sight
no pinch of sugar no delightful mouthful
of honey to ease the sore of a mid-day's woe
to seek (but alas!) no shade to wade one's soul afresh
Sat still I did
near a place where I
find solace and butterflies
Maid of the air she pursuits the skies
like lovers prancing hand in hand
O dear ladies how they sing their songs
reminds me-near though far-a-reminder-still
of a far away song I presume-I suppose
I am unable to breathe from lips of my mind
and pen to move and my fingers stubbornly lay
refused to propose a word to soothe my hungry soul
to express perhaps my longings...
What Would Jesus Do...For Fun?>>>>>>inward focusWhat Would Jesus Do...For Fun?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
American double standards"We love to preach the needs of the individual! Except when it comes to LGBT people, then it's sacrifice for the greater good!"American double standards3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Freedom of speech is most important. That's why we blantantly attack yaoi, things that don't kiss our christian asses and anything that gives equal rights to gay people! It's totally freedom if we opress others!"
"Racism is morally outrageous! Homophobia is just an opinion!"
"Our friends are worth less than the republicans we sexually worship!"
"We hate communists for their disregard of individuality in name of the group! That's why we do exactly the same thing!"
Grow the fuck up. This is why you're the world's butt monkey, America.
On Being a WriterThis is a world that is not and never was. But it should be-On Being a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I have created it. And now it is. I spun a city, a modern urban sprawling mess. There is crime and grime and skinny stray dogs, and prostitutes
I have created hoboes for my street corners and children for the schools, and I have even made superheroes and their villains to inhabit skyscrapers.
There are billionaires in penthouses and beautiful hotels.
I have made gardens.
And somewhere in my city of lost horizons and broken dreams a woman weeps
I created her to weep. I created a husband just to kill him on the wedding day.
It was more dramatic that way, and now she weeps and curses God. She was Catholic- her name was Suzane- and now her husband is dead and she has become an atheist.
Am I her god?
Am I a bad god, is this how this works? But I gave them gardens