Tag: God alone

40 Years Long

I could cry...
40 years
long...
a cursed song.
What a fight
40 years of night...
always missing the light.

Why Lord why?

We believe the lies
and never try.
In circles we go
there was no Jericho
only dry dessert land.
Thrist
nearly kill we!
It took a rock.
Still we were loud
and wrong
not strong
we did not believe the Big Man.

40 long years
even after the splitting sea
it took one generation
long...
before we see
touch the Promise Land.

The Hikikomori Way

The Hikikomori Way

Is there nothing more
to being alive?

Than to work
and work and work.
Until all our life force
is used up
and then we return to the dust.

Will we die from the shame?

We are not better my friends
than the birds in the sky
at least they fly
before the most die.

there must be more 
to our lives -
I must know this.

But to find out -
the welcoming shadowy doubts - 
I must resist.

The Fruitless Life

The Fruitless Life

Down a dark desolate lane
devoid of colour
forever grey
to a railway where 
no one comes
except the tramps
who pick at decaying crumbs.
The fruitless life...

The streams dried up
drought has taken its toll
and what once was new
is now old
and you sit in the cold
youth half decayed.
The fruitless life...

First fruit no more
that blossoms sure,
for all has been swept away
all perish.
The fruitless life...

The Sinner

The Sinner

I am the bride
In whiteI am filled with pride
I cannot be touched
because God loves me so much
I have no sins to hide.

So you use religion as a crutch
But you I know by your lust,
depraved mind which makes you blind
to the incremental nature of your soul's decline
with each monstrous tide.

How dear you!
With your limited view
tell me about sin.
There is no fault within
and if so it is not for you to spin
my sins back into the light.

You both are wrong 
and rather bold,
to think you can either of you
speak truth
when still you are tainted from within
by that corrupted man that loves sin.

Vanity!

Vanity!

Vanity!
All is vanity!
The world is a cesspool 
of vanity.
What does it profit a man
to gain paper that vanishes?
Woe
 all is a wasteland of vanity.
Walk the path set before you
look neither left nor right
least you stumble
lacking insight.
the babes are lambs to the slaughter,
future sons and daughter
lost to vanity.
All that is before you
vanishes on a breath
breathing death of temporance
when faced with timely delays.
Yea
know this,
the golden trappings of bliss
shimmers like fool's gold.

Peace

Peace

Like an avenging angel
from the east,
bright blue light streaks
across the evening sky.
It comes unanounced
unforseen and discreet
to spread a blanket of comforting signs.
No place is too far, deep, high or wide
that it cannot reach,
it must tear down diseased despair,
Peace:
my peace I give to you.
So no fear can reach
from anxieties you are released,
just believe
that you have received
this gift so precious
so vital to your increase.