I come to the realization
The choices I made were those of damnation
Yet I ignored the signs and wonders
The urgent voice of correction
I fought the forewarns as I stumbled
Peaking to my capacity of frustration
Uncontrolled life; this is my confession
The enemy had my mind
As I declared I am the riotousness of my father
Plummeting deeper in darkness; who am I
My soul ties with God were being challenged
The enemy stepped in and asked why bother?
The prompting of the spirit reminds me
That I am a child of the most high king
Through him I could do anything
Jesus spoke
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11
Categories:
riotousness, christian,
Form: Verse
It is in the small things we see it.
The prophesies of the diluted delusional irrational rations
That pull together the fortifying justice
Upon mankind and intellectual vandals
Of this disgusting bland tropical environment
That tears me from my stupidity of injustice and non riotousness,
These small things eventually grow
Like an iridescent and gleaming tumor of the boring music in my mind
I am at the peak now and the flamingo of a flock has clued in
The the selfless stupidity that has endangered my world,
Is it that this correlation of fluctuation has indeed
Set present the motivation and bouldering descent
Of our final and conclusive death
The afterlife is another analogy
The prophesying ancients of the colonizing and efficient soldiers
The past and present of our slowly crumbling universe
Some people may question the irrelevance to this statement of devastating truth,
My statements of disbelief and romantics
Overwhelm the readers that do not totally compensate or pay tribute to this amazing and exciting junk
Categories:
riotousness, imagination, universe,
Form: Free verse
Worn slowly become these token walls,
From calls which have torn from unspoken words,
Soon broken and falls with the sounds of the final horn,
Powering a scorn from years of past,
Repressing old fears, a voice is cast,
Supressing vast tears, choice expressed at last,
No longer quiet among the masses,
I will not be silenced until the anger passes,
My voice will be raised with wings and fly,
As the crowds gaze into the passion of my eyes,
And realize what I speak is not lies,
But as my words peak I am shot from the skies,
Like all those before whose message was seeked,
As I woke from the dream, the words were lost,
And I pondered the cost of riotousness,
If in the end, our message is lost within the mist...
Categories:
riotousness, faith, on writing and
Form: Blank verse