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Christopher Burgos Poem
Dear heavenly father
I pray to you now,
submitting myself humbly
with my knees on the
ground……
I know you seen the
times I messed around claiming that I knew
you but threw your
name to the ground, understanding why
you cast upon me
your frown.
I don’t deserve
nothing more, unless
its your anger a
fury of course.
I’ve done so wrong
yet you continue to
let me go on, why
you choose my life
to have such a
hold on.
Show me my purpose
if its good I'll
accept it if it’s
bad I deserve it.
I’m still young and
not very wise I
believe it’s the
reason why I put
on this disguise.
You know which one,
it fights a lot
and plays with guns.
Lord you know how
I can rid of this,
yet you give me freedom
of choice and a bad
decision is what I’m
left with.
Your angels constantly fighting to protect
me, set me free from
this evil and let
my love shine for
thee.
If not than help me proceed to things that
are right and not
wrongfully, to help
me make a decision
willingly and not
end up beat up and
battered spiritually.
I try to pray out
loud lord you know,
but my feelings are
at there utmost when
I write to you
through the Holy Ghost.
Lord hear my cries
and have mercy, let
me drink from the
spiritual cup, please
I'M SO THIRSTY!!!
Copyright © Christopher Burgos | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Burgos Poem
Can you hear me?
Can you taste me?
I know you yearn
just for the smell
of me.
Don't fight just pick
me up, tilt me
over so you can
fill up.
Don't stop, what for?
With me theres always
room for more and more.
Regardless of what you
think I'm everywhere, I
sense your weakness through
your digestive stare.
It starts with the
thought of me now
your begining to consume,
and I enjoy as
your pain starts to resume
No one can stop
me regardless of what
you thought, I'm the
beast that destroys and
brings down your fort.
It's funny cause you
know my secret yet
you act like you
don't, from me to
you I can't care
and I surely won't.
Others probaly wonder who
am I? I was the
one casted down from
the sky in the form
of a bottle I
simply destroy lives.
It's so wonderful that
you already know this,
yet the choice you
make is to give me a kiss.
The love for me
is so strong, you
try to turn away
but seriously for how long.
I wish I can
say with me you'll
win, nope. No life,
no love, just me
and sin.......
My conversation with hennesse
and gin...
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Christopher Burgos Poem
Inside there’s a bomb
I can’t seem to
diffuse, I try to
put a name on it
but it seems there
is no use.
Is it stress, turmoil
or my internal abused, contemplating this I
seem to be confused.
Knowing I’m smart
yet I feel like
the common fool.
One that can’t seem
to grasp a simple
concept, keeping
it in the dark
cause to be viewed
like this by others
has given me a
complex.
Visions of me hanging
by my neck in a
slow suffocating
death, acknowledging
that this inner
bomb has its time
set.
Hoping for accomplishments before people stand
over me and pay
there respect, in
life I never received
nothing except this
inner demon I choose
to create and accept
May the Lord at
least at that point
bless me with
eternal rest…
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Christopher Burgos Poem
The most fascinating of things that are divine,
is the creation of
those with the
ability to fly.
So free to soar
with the wind through
there wings, as they
float above the earth
so nonchalantly.
I wish an angel
I can be, so
like the birds I
can spread my wings
and become free.
Free of troubles
ridding me of all
pain an agony, how
I long for peace
among my family.
Realizing to
obtain serenity we
need understanding,
through it all
I maintain
my own sanity with
hopes of change with
my thoughts that’s my actuality…
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