Poems...
MEAN STREETS
Down the dark alley I walk
The voices in the wind, I hear them talk
The mean streets, they hunt and stalk
The mean streets, they know you
Watching everything you do
Waiting like you know who
As the cold settles in
Remembering every little sin
The mean streets wont ever let you win
The rich go walking by
The mean streets wont answer why
No one notices when you die
A dumpster, no place to be fed
The mean streets, no place to lay my head
A wake, to mourn the unknown dead
FATHER IN HEAVEN
Father in heaven please take me away
I
am hungry and may not last the day
Father in heaven take pity on the
poor
Were tormented and cant cope with much more
Father in heaven
may I come live with you
My rent and utilities are now
overdue
Father do you not have a place for me
I plead with you on
bending knees
Father in heaven shower me with peace
My miserable
life now ready to cease
Father in heaven in your arms I will find
rest
Society views me as something less
Father in heaven I know that
you care
My treatment in life has been far from fair
Father in
heaven may I but see your face
In earth no longer for the poor is there
any grace
Father look your garden is gone
To heaven I journey though
the trip may be long
Father in heaven to you were all the same
I
would not just be an unknown name
Father May I rest upon the
clouds
The voice of poverty screams so loud
Father can I just sit on
the floor at your feet
Better then dying alone on the street
Father
the poor are scattered throughout this land
Will you not come quickly
to hold our hand?
THE
GARDEN
A
garden lay dying
No longer
green
Flowers
lay flat
Beauty
not seen
The
animal’s parish
Disappear
overnight
The moon
not to shine
Our sun
without light
Water so
very bitter
Lost its
crisp taste
Our earth
covered with litter
Rushing
rivers lay waste
Our
oceans cry in despair
The sea
creature’s homes lay bare
Hunted
the habitants of the sea
The
dolphin and whale beware
An
ancient curse upon our land
The
destroyer of all that is good
The
secret of this curse revealed
The blasphemous name is called man
MY CRY TO HEAVEN
Steady my feet from stumbling
Quiet my
knees from shaking
Lift up
what is broken down
Save this
soul from crumbling
Where are
you in this dark hour?
Have you
hid a way in a soundproof tower?
Do our
cries fall short of the sky?
Are we
ignored because of our lies?
What
truth will awake before dawn?
What if
any our reward for being good
Are the
righteous merely pawns
In a game
played far to long
Truth is
lost, not to be found
Corruption like weeds spring
from the ground
Our
enemies to many to number
Why god
do you slumber
Righteousness buried deep in
a grave
Honor
like snow now melted a way
Faithfulness thirsts to find
a home
Justice
struck down, not able to save
Awesome
were your deeds of old
A time
before evil took hold
When
nations bowed and fell to their knees
When men
stood taller then trees
What
offering would you now ask?
Perhaps a
sacrifice would kindle your wrath
Could we
still perform some kind of task?
My god you need only to ask
CLEANSING
An eruption at the core,
A final closing of the door.
A breaking in the soil,
Mountains bursting into a boil.
Fiery balls falling from the
sky,
Thousands of people will die.
A wall of water standing
high,
The people gasp and sigh.
A fierce tunnel of wind,
A people no one can defend.
The ice melting away,
The sun burns bright this day.
Forever dark, day and night,
Somewhere unseen, begun a fight.
Somehow, a new beginning,
Amongst all the deadly sinning.
Bits of earth sinking into the
water,
Mother earth reclaims her daughter.