Archive for November, 2008

In an Attempt to Not Feel Useless

November 25, 2008

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.

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

November 14, 2008

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

November 4, 2008

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

November 3, 2008

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