Best Inspirationaldark Poems
Still straying in the dark I ponder
I was just a renegade in wonder
All was wrong, and time in haste
Life was stuck and all a waste
Still fuming in my thoughts, I hurt
I was just another soul that’s lost
Now I’m in harm and tears have come
The soul will calm then peace will horn
The wind will blow as strong as storm
And thunder rolls as lion in roar
Now sun abounds with much delight
The dark absconds like fall of night
Grace now drops like rain in spring
Mercy now soars like eagles with wing
Angels rejoice like a mother with child
Spirit abides like the ocean with tide
The dark prince and his ever dark bride,
They sit together on the beast they ride.
The dark prince and his forever dark maid,
Sharp tongues like any knife or switchblade.
Talking back and forth like an evil river flow,
They are both invited to hell this you know.
"Hold Onto Our Spirit-Gift Helmet"
A spirit-gift helmet is in our mind
placed there by Our Only Lord
never let go nor give-in -
to the Devil's Horde
tis not The Lord we must beware
regarding Salvation way up there
tis the Dark Prince and power of air
No longer fear the One we love
for He does not wish for our despair
tis the Dark Prince and power of air
Glory in Our Union with Our Lord
Copyright Mccuen 2008
Today, your face and heart may wear a frown
Some one or life has let you down
One lesson I have learned so well
In that dark place I will not dwell
Sorrow may bring to my eyes a flood
And tears overflow and stain the floor
At that moment recall yesterdays so dark
How you survived when hope did spark
If tears must fall, to cleanse the pain
Then let it be! For with hope, comes more gain
Look past it to tomorrow!
*Written for my poet friend, James Marshall Goff
6/29/10
They were dark days that blocked the light, that never seemed to end.
There was sickness in my body and confusion in my mind, all of which haunted.
Searching in the rubble for answers,sifting in the dirt for clues there was nothing.
Hope and love was a treasure lost to time and the dark was there to stay.
Looking in the mirror of my mind, finding nothing, I asked of myself,
"Was it all a fable and will it ever change"?
"It never really was or ever will be" said the secret voice.
Screaming in silent desperation I cried out "God help me"
And he did!