A Walk in Verse

Thursday, November 20

Mr. Ruffian

Dear Mr. Ruffian,

Stay away from everyone;
Your knave manner
and rapscallion banter
is the reprobate slander
- you spew.

Your cad ranting
and hooligan scanting
is pure wretchedness - times two!

Good lord this is becoming a zoo.

You will quickly depart,
with your scalawag heart,
to a rope waiting to set you free
- its hanging in the nearest tree.

PS: You can now see,
the friend that you pleased
while fulfilling your lust and sleaze.

Sincerely,

Mr. Cemetery

Hard-Wired

societies begin
by clearing linguists
that question art.
our minds
are hard-wired
to practice it.

Wednesday, November 19

Criminals

Trusting faces
And sweet embraces:
Never a thought of warning.

Social connections
And deceitful perfections:
They take everything one owns.

And even when convicted
They don’t feel afflicted
   – For they commence –
      In the same place they stole.

They devastate society
With crimes of lustful bribery,
Muddling their way to your home.

They live on the edge
With their charm filled pledge
As the world encourages their greed:
   Criminals,
      A social disease!

Somebody Like You

Withdrawn and sheltered
trying to find a true friend,
Somebody like you;
Loves others wholeheartedly
asks for nothing in return.

Tuesday, November 18

Words

Words
cut deep;
they destroy,
or they uplift;
They can edify,
and they can be loving,
rather than sickening words
that are loathsome and disgusting.
Therefore, select your words carefully
for they travel from your mouth to God’s ear.

The Unforgiven

They cannot escape the past;
social charm foundering,
terrified of disunity
assailed by friendly fire,
they break cover
- the unforgiven.

Monday, November 17

Hearts Winter Holiday

Gods sentence lies
in our hearts winter holiday;
laying hands on the sick,
delivering people scorned by society;
a sincere desire to protect;
selfless servants,
helpers on a mission for humanity.

Sunday, November 16

Liquid moonlight

Man-made crystals
- a beginning
if the weather holds.
Liquid moonlight
fixed over
the mountain snow;
Winter trails unveiled.

Saturday, November 15

You Think It's Funny

The prostitute screams,
bleeding on the streets - wrists slit,
you look – paying no heed,
     – and you think it’s funny?

The drug dealer rides,
telling lies as your child dies
from the addiction the dealer provides,
     – and you think it’s funny?

Why?

Because you can’t see;
you’re caught up in societies greed;
all you care about is me;
     self entitled dreams,
     fantasy,
     just make believe
          – it’s all about me.

When will you realize there is more to life
than materialized possessions
that you can’t take when you’re dead?

When will you understand
that when one is terrorized;
     violently molested,
     murdered without objection,
     raped in the name of love,
     abused because the man could,
     that is isn’t funny:
          for this could be you,
          or the one you love,
          or even your wife.

All that matters in this life,
is for you to think;
     contemplate on the things unseen;
          the struggles of others,
               thinking on those in need
                    instead of your own damn greed.

For the things we see here in this life;
     what we touch,
     taste and breathe,
     they are not what they seem,
     they are but a dream,
     a fraudulent smoke screen,
     that is forcing one to see
          - the self entitled me.

And you think it’s funny...

Just Once

Just Once,
be truthful,
don't lie,
don't degrade
one another.
Use love,
Just Once.

Friday, November 14

It's How I Know

perfect honesty,
children with
happy families;
it's how i know
the 60's
were unique
and fun.

The Face of God Shine Upon Me 

When I was young and meek
I would sit and stare into the outer darkness
scanning the skyline, watching the moonlight
shinning across eternity, waiting to see,
just for a short while, no matter how brief,
the face of God shine upon me.

And as I stood and prayed, looking up and away
into the night sky, my father would whisper and say,
ever so sternly,
     “son, let me help you see,
     no matter how briefly,
     the face of God shine
     as you are seeking.”

And blessed be his soul,
for God only knows
time and time again
he would try to help me see,
just for a short while,
the face of God shine upon me.

He would stand near, watching, as a guardian angel
watching over one of God's earthly sons;
trying to help me see the light
as I knelt before God;
hands clasped,
head bowed,
thinking
     - maybe this time,
     just for a short while,
     the face of God will shine upon me.

And as my father gazed into my eyes,
reassuring me with his every breath,
that this time, unlike the last,
he would bring me closer,
if even only for a short while,
to see the God face shine up on me.

As my father began to help me see,
he would carelessly beat me,
until my blood filled gaze
was drenched with unrelenting pain
     crushing,
     bruising,
     breaking my skin
     over and over and over again,
and in that moment of time,
he would surely try to help me see,
if even only for a short while,
the face God shine up on me.

And when my breath was barely left,
my life would pass before my eyes;
     ready to fade,
     no strength remained;
          drifting, from this world
          into the next,
          with my last breath spent,
               the face of God has finally
               shined upon me.

Thursday, November 13

Now and Forever

Now and forever
into the deadly abyss
or into heaven,
choose quickly your destiny
for life drifts eternally.

Wednesday, November 12

House of Glass

The heart is mourning;
temptations,
which surprised God;
the Church,
a house of glass.
Her doctrine,
confusion;
unfaithful to all.

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