In an Attempt to Not Feel Useless

Clasp your hands

Clasp them tight

And pray that God will rescue you

 

 

For we are suffering

And we are pathetic

And there is nothing that we can do.

Will Faith Be Enough or Will There Be More Required to Advance to the Next Level?

As the dirt piles up in front of my grave
I’ll take three steps back and help
Those digging the hole…

Under the moon lit sky of the engraved rock
Are the words to remember me by
Where my head will rest…

The stars shine enough illuminating yellow
To lead me to where I should dig
Pushing the shovel into the dirt.

As I throw my body down into the dirt
I smell the earth as I begin to pray
For my soul to survive

When the Son of God comes to visit
To take those souls away
Out of their dirty graves

As the dirt piles up in front of my grave
I’ll take three steps back and hope
That I’m good enough….

Watching as the gravedigger
Throws dirt on my soul
I begin to pray

The Ballad for Anyone Who Wishes to Make a Comeback

Mothers cried for their lost sons
That were stolen by their fathers guns

He pushed guns into temples
And forced bullets into brains

He beat his women
And shed no tears

You know you can return
For you are the prodigal son.

He was caught in Tuskegee
With his hands holding the smoking barrel

Now he counts the days
Behind steel prison bars

He used to sleep soundly
But not anymore

The dreams he dreams of
Keep him up in his cell.

The faces of the victims
As he ended their screams

You know you can return
For you are the prodigal son

Ending lives for the fun of it
What a monster he had become

He screamed at God and cursed him
Blaming Him for where he stood

Then he broke down in tears
Begging God to forgive him.

The cell was dark and damp
And out of the stillness he could hear

You know you can return
For you are the prodigal son.

Why Ghosts Are Easily Seen

i know i’m a ghost
and you are true life
thats the way it’s going to be

sorry i’m transparent
and pale and lifeless
you can see right through me

but if you were beside me and held my hand
i think i could be real

it’s not like i haven’t tried before
it just seems i can’t obtain this

trust me though it’s not like i don’t want to
but in this day and age it’s hard to be a failure

i am a ghost
and you are true life
that’s the way it’s gonna be.

sorry i am fake
that i’m not real
but that’s the way i see.

walking beside a river and skipping rocks
i looked down at my reflection

i noticed something strange i couldn’t believe
how much life had took it’s toll on me.

with wrinkles on my face and darkness around my eyes
i resembled a decaying zombie.

i am a ghost
and you are true life
thats the way it’s gonna be

sorry i’m transparent
and white and pale
and so easy to see through

When The Water Pouring From Her Eyes Weighed More Than The Water Pouring From The Clouds

He promised to be a good man
But he made her cry
He wanted to be a righteous man
But he made her cry.

He told her he wouldn’t let her down
That he would be that shoulder she needed
But he made her cry

He vowed he’d cheer her up
When her day wasn’t that grand
But he was the one who made her cry

He promised to be a just man
But he made her cry
He vowed to  be a decent man
But he made her cry.

He said that he would listen
Whenever she was troubled
And couldn’t take no more

He told her he’d be there
Be that friend she needed
When the time came

He would fight off her demons
And defend her honor
Fighting off those howling hounds

He would be that shield
And take the brunt of the attack
Shelter her as the arrows came down

She thought she knew him
And that he’d take care of her
That he’d never make her cry

He promised he’d be a good man
But he made her cry
He vowed he’d be a righteous man
But he made her cry
Made her cry..

As the Waters Splash Around Me or Look At Me I’m Attempting to Swim

Why am I drowning when Jesus beckoned me?
Help me to walk on the water would you?
Instead of letting me thrash and kick in the stormy seas

I want to grab His hand but I can’t see it in these murky depths.
My eyes have filled up with water from the ocean
Hiding the growing tears in my eyes.

Just let me drown Jesus, don’t save me.
Let this furious blue swallow me whole
To never spit me out onto the earth again.

The Black Heart Beast and It’s Black Hearted Ways

The black heart beast makes more noise as it walks
Stomping through the calm forest
The beating growing louder and louder
As the beast attempts to quiet itself
All it’s days and all it’s nights
Were just as loud and chaotic as the last
At least on the inside of his black chest. 
On the outside however,
Well the black heart beast was as still as a swamp.

The black heart beast destroys it’s  surroundings
Hoping it can do so and go unnoticed.
Crashing and smashing the trees
Knocking them down into oblivion
With a smile and a laugh as it does so
The black heart beast sneers and declares
That all must conform to it’s ways
Or face the penalties and it’s wrath
Which the black heart beast will gladly give out.

The black heart beast wants to go unidentified
Staying just beneath the surface
Just below the wake of the waves
It’s work goes much more smooth if it’s not known
That the black heart beast is inside us all
The forest of your insides is where it lurks
Right inside your chest cavity
Pretending to beat when you tell it to
Although it has a mind of it’s on

The black heart beast reveals it’s face
Once you’ve looked upon the mirror
And seen the black heart’s reflection as your own
Then you will understand it’s drive
The black heart beast willfully displays its hatred
And its disdain for peace and harmony
Chaos is all it understands
And destruction and loneliness are it’s allies
Which it uses with gleeful abandon

When The Mighty Ocean Shows It’s Powerful Form

The explosions fill the sky
As the main character dives for cover
The flames rush over above his head
The heat scorching the air

Dive and roll on the ground
Have to put ourselves out
The wrath of God looms ahead
With the vengeance of thunderous seas

And this wrath and vengeance
It shall soon engulf me
While this explosion and flames
Are the payment for my sins

Oh God how could I have done this?
Unleash your blood thirsty hounds
Everyone come and enjoy the show
Watch ‘em rip me to shreds

The flood of the Lord is rushing toward me
Soon to swallow me whole
I can only swim for so long
Before my head goes under the mist

The gladiators of His Majesty
Wearing their shields and armor
Poke me with their golden spears
And pierce my skin with their swords

I am left laying there
With spears and swords sticking out
And my broken helmet in my arm
Gasping for my last breath

Off With His Head!!! and other amusing sayings

This summer heat is searing my brain
Are these thoughts mine or mirages?
Is there anyway to tell
If I’ve fallen or if I’ve failed

When Jesus was born in Bethlehem
Among the horses and the lamb
He was born to die for us
Placed upon that splintered cross

Watch for Judas’s swinging feet
Hanging from the hanging tree
There’s a Judas inside all of us
Putting the Sacrifice upon the cross

Poor Thomas is full of doubt
Adding up to an absurd amount
We doubt that which we can’t see
As Jesus hung upon a tree

Upon our hands there is the Blood
Washed unto us like the flood
The denials in which Peter proposed
Cling to us and to our clothes

Stand up and loose your head
In the spot where others bled
Watch the heads fall to the floor
Like John the Baptist’s did before

On the ground there’s a bag of gold
That’s how much for which Jesus was sold
With Judas and his swinging shadow
How much will it cost to bring you woe?

What if when we denied a rooster crowed
How many times before I know
The blood that was shed upon the tree
Was grace being thrust upon me?

What’s That Beyond That Curtain?

What would you do if you
Stared into the barrel of a gun?
Be a hero is what you tell yourself
But that is rarely done.

There are less heroes now
They’ve all gone to a better place
And left us all stranded here
With dirt on our grace

That stance we hold
It’s as fake as we are
With fear and confusion inside
And ignorance is the star.