Best Unsaved Poems
I saved you from saving me, I had no choice.
I drown every time I see you.
I am sinking facing you, you are still- eyes wide shut.
I am paralyzed in fear, disappearing today together,
Hopefully tomorrow we could both be reappearing.
I cannot save anyone, and I know that you were told,
Someday I would save you. Dead Again Together.
Panic and pain mourns the fact that I could never be your man.
I only knew my mother's womb, through flesh, I transgress.
Only spirit abandons the soul, as the soul is locked forever in the past's tomb.
Where are your father's hands, he can scoop you out my dream.
The man that your Daddy was, does not reside in his dream that you
painted, pure nothing until tainted.
I can only save you from comfortable bliss, holding your head into the
blazing mist, that you and I somehow miss.
Denial acts innocence and the verdict is lost in the incessant wail,
Damned forever, by love, living in the static of our singular dream.
I never wanted to infiltrate your freedom. I pushed you in, and so I must drown with you,
We are sinking closer and darker, the floor is where we will disappear,
I don't want to disappear, the floor like smoke, I remember how to choke,
My favorite teacher has now become a preacher
and so we gently touch the bottom and a blinding silt swallows us into the oblivion
of all.
The Unsaved
I watch you from a distance.
I see everything you do.
Your life is hard,
and the world is unkind,
mostly, if only at times.
I can not help,
more than prayer,
but do not believe that small...
at all.
For first hand, I will tell you,
I have received;
shelter from the cold,
food when I was hungry,
and a coat when the winter came,
and I had to walk outside,
among the other lost.
I took it and put it on.
I wear it still.
It has every color...
and no color at all.
It is the acceptance of His love,
and the honest heart to share it,
with others...
bereft of hope,
uncommonly out of place...
from only months or,
days before.
There are maps in the pockets,
a never-ending selection ...
of creative ways back to Him.
Every "one" different,
special and unique...
just as the ones...
the lives they are to touch.
You are prayed for;
not forgotten or cast aside.
We do not have to agree,
for that to be true...
and free.
At midnight, awakened,
The ravens stir.
You thought it was a dream.
Ill-omened prophets,
Of the night, are they.
Flying through the realm
of your ominous mind.
Foraging, ungainly,
For the desire in your heart,
No longer to be found.
As you’ve already
Given in to the darkness.
Your breath begins to fade,
Death’s door unlocks and opens.
Now above you,
The ravens caw in vain.
Because of your doubt,
You lacked any faith.
You died with that doubt
And with a soul unsaved.
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls-
Lucifer came by
He looked into my eyes
He offer me a cup full of woe
Poured it into a bowl
Whose bowl is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his bowl a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The bowl is scaly, cunning and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Lucifer left
He took what was left
Mangle souls, he placed in the bowls
To serve to the lost souls for manna
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls
O
Woe...........................
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I am the unsaved
The unwashed
The unsexed
The unknown
The less-than
The never-man
The 13th bead on a broken rosary
Dancing on the floor threshing room floor
I press my prayers into the run-out groove
If you play them backward
I’m born again
One life
One prayer
In the arrow of time
Tracking straight
In a circular orbit
Decaying
Moment by moment.
I have beads that pray for me
Every day I do 613 things is just the right way
Sometimes you need to sue the architect
When the building fails
Sometimes the windows, sometimes the walls
Sometimes a poor preparation of he land
Undisturbed soil is your best friend