7/3/22
Still mulling
Soon to be culling
Something always pulling
The same can be said for lulling
As well as constant gulling
With little if any way of nulling
From neglect sharpened objects began dulling
In a cage, behind a fence or unleashed
Still a bunch of sheep
One creep sunk teeth
Now the victim's family must weep
Rarely getting much sleep
It's been years not just some week
Does little good to just cheat
The answers run deep
But they do not come cheap
What was once bleak
Turned into treasure instead of a junk heap
Truth be told, it takes a lot of upkeep
Wow man
It's really gotten out of hand
Nearly everything is now a scam
Done through a screen and with a mousepad
How sad
Many in power still corrupted walking around like a proud man
For a long time, I was down bad
Took a tougher stance
Then I discovered that
It's a continual puppet dance
All these s get rich off other's backs
Slip up you'll go under fast
Not getting another chance
As they attempt to cover tracks
In comes a younger cat
Occasionally got to where need be by way of hovercraft
Categories:
gulling, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
What was once my own
Has changed as I have grown
Knowing things that weren’t previously known
Much of which the rest won’t condone
So many times have I too fallen
For so many of my actions were gulling
But deep down inside there was this constant gnawing
And it was God opening up my heart to His Calling
Such a commonness to it all
For life is a very long haul
But always in the distance I would hear His Call
Then I would feel Him picking me up from my fall
I would tell others about His amazing Way
But so many don’t care what I have to say
It’s for all of them that each day I kneel down and pray
That they too will hear from the Lord today
This change doesn’t just happen over night
It will be a constant battle and an uphill fight
But if you keep Jesus always and forever in your sight
Upon You He will shed His Light
Categories:
gulling, faith, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
The ocean’s waves beating
Beating against a huge rock
Ocean’s waves washing away the sand
The seagulls gulling
The salty smell of the sea
So overpowering
So calming
So relaxing
Then running towards death
I jump in the black, cold water
Feeling dead, as cold as death
The waves push me under
Their weight crushing my body
Feeling, groping, in the dark
Dying, fleeing, being…
I look death in the eye
It screams…I die…
Categories:
gulling, death, depression, nature, sad,
Form: Narrative