Poems

not sure why my mind is thinking in poems, i have never really done poems before and that seems to be the way i am writing these days, so forgive the lack of poetic structure, i know hardly anything about poems but these are the words that have come out. so enjoy...or don't...it all depends on how good they are i guess. :)

Form that is

Suspicious, hopeless form that is
Never moving only growing.
Wrought from evil, wrought from sin.
Oh what a precarious line we walk,
When we debate the origin.

And who allows such pain to form
To blend and break this curs’d structure.
From evil fashioned years ago
We hunt and cry and stumble bellow.

To be present on the day long ago,
When such evil was brought upon the world.
To hunt and curse this wretched sin,
As if to say I would do it better again.

To think that my selfish pride would mold a different outcome
From ashes and dust I was brought to be
From dirt and mud my actions do bring

So be a prideful wondering minstrel
Who plays songs of glorious looking within
To sow a soul filled with hope,
filled with pride and filled with glee.

So I will not fret or bring hope to its knees
I keep a place of assurance buried inside
For my heart is secure on what it knows
From truth it was built and truth it will know.

I am not of this world all though it can seem.
I am freed from death by the man who paid with his life.
My body will war and fight for control.
Though death may rise,
Though hearts may cry,
Though pride is growing,
Though pain is flowing,
Though tears will fall,
Though minds will crawl.

Jesus my savior and hope shall He be.

Side Show

Come look at the side show,
Mirrors of life and smoke of fun.
Enter in, all those who care to see
To see the adventures that wait for thee.

We have prizes and games,
Distractions abound,
Drop all your cares
Your burdens resound.

Fill your mind with thoughts of hope,
Thoughts of peace,
Thoughts joy
And thoughts of glee.

Care not for what ventures outside in the world,
You see inside here we have fun.


But if you are curious
Not blind to see
Slip through the crowd
And the laughter of youth

Enter the main stage
Where no ones aloof,
And here the cries of many,
All that go unseen

The attraction is hard
And course to the ears
The laughter is mixed
With crying and tears,

Half of the room wails
Out of fun
The other half screams
As life is undone.

So if you are distracted
Wanting happy fun tears
Then stick to the side show
With glorious cheer,

But if the truth
Is what thou dost seek

Then search!

Search for the small center stage,
The one that is hidden
Dark like a cave
Only few enter and know what abounds,
And many who enter
Are struck right down.

Struck with a lie
That entices them ‘ore
Or hit in the head
Lying beaten galore.

And there you will stay
For you have entered in
Either caught in the lie
And distraction within.

Or there you will stay
As a bloody one joined
Joined to those who cry
For they are the unseen.