Almost A Widow

 

She lived a fake life

She lived to tell the tale

She lived a double agent

She almost killed her man

She wanted so much to be real

She wanted so much to love

She wanted so much to believe

It was almost a perfect plan

These words are life and death

These words are Spirit and Truth

These words might get you killed

These words might set the world on fire

She turned her life upside right

She turned her life onto the best path

She turned 180 degrees

She lives for a better plan

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Force Restart

A 2020 poem

Every sinful pleasure that gnaws away at bones

Every human instinct, every flaw unknown

Every tasty morsel of every fruit delight

Every sniff of darkness, every needle night

Unaware of enemies that stalk 

Unaware of serpents that talk

Unaware of angels dressed in red

Unaware of birds residing in the head

He wakes up in the morning

This is another hungover day

He forces himself to his feet

Thinking only of 16 hours till he can sleep again

Awake, fool

Dead dreams

Feel the cross

Force restart

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Work In Progress

A poem from 2018

That life I painted in the past
I was never truly happy with it
Now I'm rubbing it out at last

I have left behind a mess
I am truly sorry for it
All my philosophy was a guess

Piece by piece the vision restored
I will truly seek to be it
Rejuvenated by the Lord

Happy Feet

A poem from 2018

Seraphim and cherubim

And all the holy angels

Disco dance on golden streets

Pure joy when a sinner repents

How about us?

Are we happy too?

Does it depend on who the sinner is?

Are we a grumpy older brother

Angry that the sinner got away with his crimes?

Are we indignant that one who is a worse sinner than us is forgiven?

Do we wonder what God is playing at

Forgiving one as bad as that

Doesn’t he know what that one did?

Are we cynical, thinking their faith is just a sham?

Do we insist on hellfire, forgetting that we too were rescued?

Seraphim and cherubim

And all the holy angels

Disco dance on golden streets

The lost sheep Jesus went to seek has come back home

Ingrown Toenail

A poem from 2017

This was all down to me

Through laziness, through ignorance

Through my own deliberate fault

Cutting in

Causing pain

Inflamed senses

Blood, no guts

Oozing badness

Defiant but bowed

Why oh why?

I could have done things better

I could have relieved the pressure

I could have looked after myself

Though in part this is just my nature

Jumping in at the deep end

Wash me well with water and the word

Change me from within

Remove the stony heart and replace it with a heart of flesh

Heal me gently

Teach me in your humility

Conform me to your nature

Remove the root of bitterness

And do not break this poor man down

The pain, so intense

Make me numb

I can't take it

This infection within me

Remove it, please

Drain away the evil

I look to you because I've let it get so bad and can't do this on my own!