Flowin' Poem

All the poetry I wrote today (yes....I know....I feel like I have forty-two personalities):

Thankful Anticipation

God, you rock,
The patient shepherd watching over his flock,
Even when I stray into the lion’s den,
You ignite in me a fire that flows through my pen,
Even when I lose the sight,
You open your arms wide and do not cease to invite,
Life is a never-ending mystery,
Through, you, God I can clearly see,
There is no spoon,
You put in me a joyous tune,
That cannot be brought down,
Not even by the gossip in this town,
I will never be bitter,
Even though I may jitter,
For I know I am in my chosen place,
You teach me to be patient; that slow and steady wins the race,
Despite my broken road,
Despite my heart that often feels like it will explode,
You bring my smile back,
Even when I haven’t quite got the knack,
I pray for more of your sovereign love,
That you will hatch in my heart the serene dove,
True “Hakuna Matata”,
Though I feel the end days growing hotta,
I do not truly see your full scope,
I still often grope,
About petty matters,
Putting my ear to the relentless chatter,
I care too much for the things of this world,
I know my true potential is still curled,
Hear my cry,
Make me the most humble of guy,
For I couldn’t last without your mercy,
And still I am constantly thirsty,
Show me who to comfort,
Help me pick myself up from the dirt,
So I pray that you lift me up,
That I would drink from your overflowing cup,
For you are first,
Even when I feel I’m cursed,
I know you are already by my side,
Because of you, I never have to hide....



Complacent in Mom’s Basement

I plan to write a poem,
I do not know what it will be about,
Maybe I’ll write in one of many eclectic forms.... except I don’t know ‘em,
Perhaps I shall write a masterpiece.... except I have all this self-doubt,

Instead I’ll write a book,
With complicated storylines,
With many dazzling and intricate characters.... except I wither with every doubter’s look,
Or what about one about a malignant ring... except I won’t be able to afford all the copyright fines,

I know- I’ll write a song,
Something that nobody has thought of before,
That has an amazing electric guitar riff... except that would mean I have to stop smoking the bong,
It’ll have cool electronic beeps.... except I have just one more glass of vodka to pour,

Yes- I’ll write a play,
Like a truly modern Shakespeare,
Snazzy dialogue zipping back and forth... except that would be the hard way,
Costumes lighting up the stage.... except I never makes’ it off my rear,

I keep saying to myself that I shall do these things,
That I will one day make something of me,
...Except I never have bothered to spread my wings,
I will never know what it means to be free...




Pariah Choir

How come every time I regain my joy?
The devil comes at me with a vengeance,
Why do I have to be the lonesome boy?
They can’t see through my chair; it doesn’t make sense,
Yet I know I don’t speak the truth,
Some do see passed my disease,
Yet I seem to be struggling claw-by-claw; tooth-by-tooth,
So I know these days are mine to seize,
And yeah, they could become my friends,
But they will never see me as their equal,
Yet you never know what will come around one of these bends,
But they don’t know who will inherit the earth: the meek will,
I will never have someone else’s head resting on my shoulder,
Indeed I am going around in circles,
Yet with every happiness followed by depression I feel colder,
I feel I must hide my head like those lonely turtles,
So God I ask,
That you bring me my joy again,
In your loving kindness I wish to bask,
For with them I’m only beggin’,
None of them could possibly understand,
Even my brothers seems to have left,
I have no clue of where to land,
My words fall on ears that appear to be deaf,
I’ve never known a brother or sister that hasn’t been distant,
All my bridges seem to be falling,
My repair crews are always met with resistance,
They all say that the place I am is supposed to be appalling,
I can’t seem to properly look on the bright side,
I always seem to see the bleak,
I have nobody here with me that is a guide,
I wish I could constantly stay on the highest peak,
For I’m always crashing,
I haven’t found what I’m looking floor,
I’ll never be among the handsome or dashing,
I always seem to be facing a slamming door...