I want conversations
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky
the dark and the stoic
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is chronic
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic
Writers and poets
Dig down to the deep
Some are more honest
Others have secrets to keep
Some can herd cats
or people like sheep
If you tell a good story
I’ll sacrifice my sleep
The complicated mind
Within phrases revealed
Multilayered thinking
Special nuggets concealed
Tongues sharp and precise
master poets do wield
If used like a surgeon
The recipient is healed
So talk to me wordsmiths
all of you clever poets
The wise the wacky
The dark and the stoic
I want to drink your words
Yes my disease is chronic
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic!
Jack and Jim stood up to sing a hymn
Jack's voice broke
Jim's did choke
Both did croak
Through their pain
They both did gain
Praise in heav'n for singing to Him
A lot of people are going to hell the path is wide
Their souls they sell, living off their own pride
Believing in chance in denying God's on Word
Like a satanic trance in such speaking so absurd
The numbers are all there science gave them to us
But many don't care just thinking it's all a big fuss
Odds beyond comprehension or even a possibility
Oh and did I mention all of their own life's futility
Not once a single thank you or acknowledgement
In any of the things you do for the Olny Son He sent
When that was all He asked, all you could possibly give
For if in His Glory you bask then forever you shall live
But so many people are blind just as Jesus had said
If it's Jesus you don't find, well you're eternally dead
This is not meant to scare but it is instead to awaken
About you I really care not wanting you to be forsaken
John 14:6
Jesus answered, "I am the way and
the truth and the life. No one comes
to the Father except through me."
the majestic northern elk
pierced by the archer's swift arrow
through the forest divine
deep into the heart it shatters
the elk leaped over the river's flow
oh what matters
straight up into green pines
yes he shall go to thine
oh Lord he shall not die
You woke on this day
your heart pounds
you can't breathe.
Contemplating your needs
your thoughts feed
the hunt.
Your focus to find
to seek
there's no truth.
Deceived by the feel
thoughts of pleasure
you feel pain.
Depression and anger
where are you
tonight.
Pacing and sweating
no relief
you can't wait.
The searching and calling
the waiting
haunts you.
Vicious is sin
and it laughs
in your face.
Straight up sin.
You lost control and let it in.
Straight up sin.
That fear is locked up inside you.
Straight up sin.
You sold your soul and found a new friend.
Straight up sin.
When will it ever end.