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.

 

 

 

 

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