O, Lord, come quickly
We have spread our love
to those and things that
do not deserve a thought.
Only remove it from my heart
Or remove my heart from here
This constant battle raging
defining moods and dreams.
My own two feet lack strength
And all my bones creak
This failing body dooms me
To failure and to death.
You said we could move mountains
All I want is to wake up free
To worship with a conscience clean
To go about my day and then
Come back home to sleep again.
Even so, come quickly.
Turn away my eyes
From my vanity
Revive me in Your ways
Establish in me
Your word, that
produces reverence
Take away my shame
which I fear because
Your words are true
The days are few when I am speechless.
The day that I met you was one of those.
A frozen feeling crept from my chest
My lips so awkwardly kept closed
The times are few when I am breathless.
The time our lips first met was one of those.
Beams of light fell on my heart
And stole what air was left in me
The nights are few when dreams are sweet.
The nights that I'm with you are some of those.
Kind company, a gentle hand
Silence purposeful, a heart exposed
The hearts are few that are complete
The one I join with yours is one of those
Shaking legs and shaking hands
But our minds one, our promise made
The lives are few that are fulfi
Within the human heart relief
Love is always laced with hate
Faith always with disbelief
Decadent tombs take the bait
Masters of infirmity
Replace affliction
With addictions
Fail to cut the rotting line
White-washed holes enshrined
Elaborate designs
Covering the death inside
Each morning rising anew rises
The pain
It rises
Stricken as grief turns down life
And the dead die once again
Allotted only once to die
Twice they lie down, unforgiven
I have been waiting
It seems like so long
Since I have touched you
Or got to hold you
A longing growing
A passion burning
No longer fire
But cold desire
The sunlight passes
Right through my window
Continues past me
Illuminating
My tear-stained pillow
And I'm learning how
To say goodbye
To say goodbye...
My hands are dry
As are my eyes
I've grown weary of
My own creation.
Slender fingers
Touch my face,
The worried lines
I can't erase.
Pull out a buck
And a half in change
The profit of all
Of my toil today.
Electric hum
And tepid air
A shaky hand
And fading hair
Alone at night,
and day, I swear
And aching joints
Beyond repair.
I hit the bed
Turn out the light
And plunge myself
Into the night.
I try to shake
The jeering cries
Before tomorrow's
Morning rise.
This is the state
Of one man's mind
Who tried and failed
To touch the sky.
But who am I
To place the blame?
And what's the sky
When you've got fame?
A tongue of fire
Consumes them all
Dry grass they are
Thrown to the flame
[Chorus]
Fire
Consuming Fire
His hand stretched out
Has struck them down
Fell in ignorance
Succumbed to insolence
What have you done
To summon this?
Root to rot
Blossom dust
The laws rejected
Judge them at last
Mountains quaking
No peace in death
They lay like refuse
In the streets
[Chorus]
And for all this
His anger is not spent,
His hand is still stretched out.
Desperate she says
For a life thats not the same
She was wed, did it anyway
Did she even know his name?
[Chorus]
Our culture condones it
Slap on the label
Of social liberty.
We sit idly by
As they all deny
Their infidelity.
Dismayed he says
Marriage in trouble, out of hand
After the fighting split their lives
The kids, the house, the van
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Backwards, and upside down
Turn around, still wear a frown
A house of mirrors before our eyes
A life of horrors, desensitized
Where is the hope, the love, the life
That was promised past the strife?
We travel on desperate, dismayed
Our lives in complete disarray
You gave into your greatest passion
Because you thought to fill a hole
This latest heart-felt, short-lived fashion
Something short of not-quite-whole
Condone the endorsement of your mind
Give in to the higher powers
Leave your innocence behind
Wash your sin in guilty showers
Unclean! Unclean!
Your heart shouts night after night
Live! Live!
Your spirit cries in vain
You lack the will, the heart, the might
"Find the way," your mind pleads
But cleanliness is gone from your sight
Your heart controls your spirit guide
Your mind is blind to the Unseen
A victory never received.
Are you proud to sing of how
Your lives are hours sho
A farce of life
Is fed to us
The puppets listen and believe
The wise read hearts and see conceit
The faithless one is quoting scriptures
At least the ones that benefit
"We can do all things," you said
Used your intellect to skew
Finished with your own device
To fit your painted, tainted view.
[Chorus]
MENE, MENE,
TEKEL PARSIN
See the writing on the wall
The kingdom has been torn from you
See the braying human fall.
REPENT
REPENT
Your soul commit
The puppets see the outward strength
Astonished by your awesome power
Understand now, all is fleeting
The podium hides feet of clay
Sitting on the park bench past
The garden visited.
Remember when we were here last
So simply we existed
Leaning hand in hand we strolled
Through the sunlit, warming grass.
Head to head with eyelids closed
In a scene fragile as glass.
Delicately steps made forward
Some too swiftly, some too slow
Halting, running, laugh til crying
Did our faces always glow?
Thus we made our promenade
Through a life that was our own
Made a name in hearts and spirits
Now our memorys set in stone.
I sit eating fries
My back to the window
A reflection in my glass
A last warm, pale peach glow
"Red at night is the sailor's delight"
But I am ashore
My ship has set sail
I was not onboard.
Why, oh Valentine,
Patron saint of this sea,
This small briny ocean
That wells within me,
Did my ship set sail
On the sea without me?
Is it to be blown about
By careless winds?
Is it to be tossed around
By waves of emotion?
To rest on some crag
Far away from its home
With no moral compass
With anywhere to go
Blind to my hope,
my faith, my creed
My ship wanders on
To fill up its need
Yet hope remains
A voyage is to come
With a sh
Well, so I'm not really new to the site, but I guess I'm new to the deviant community. I've been wandering around here for years looking at the submissions of friends and strangers that happen to strike my fancy. Now I've finally succumbed and joined myself. Right now, I've only got poetry up, mainly because I haven't drawn much in a long time. Most of my "drawings" are done in MS Paint and involve stick figures and maybe the slightest bit of "texture", at least as much as Paint can do.
Happy deviating...or devianting? Whatever...just keep drawing stuff I like.