Feeling paralyzed,
An internet induced mind funk?
Everything overanalyzed,
You’re just another boat to be sunk.
Doors are left wide open,
Nothing left to do but run.
Shame you’re too soft spoken,
Dwarfed by anyone with a louder drum.
Better kill those illusions,
They’re giving you the Sunday blues.
A poisonous infusion,
Go and chase it off with something true.
There once was a man in the steeple,
He got stuck there years ago.
They built a new frame down and around;
But he could never get to solid ground.
How he got hung up is hard to say,
There was always something in the way.
Folks supposed to rise and lead,
Stabbed their own right in the back.
Schemes and secrets filled their closet;
Come gang on up like coyotes in a pack.
Now they’re stuck and can’t turn off the faucet!
Watch your step, child,
Don’t get uprooted.
This shouldn’t be surprising,
But the water is polluted.
Oh it’s ever rising!
How he preaches The Word,
They now don’t like.
Kick him to the curb!
Tell him to take a hike!
Oh be careful young one, don’t fall,
Keep guard of your eyes.
You’ll grow up soon, you’ll be asking why.
Going through the files;
Sorting out the lies.
The beast was in there too
She paced amongst the halls…
From the streets straight and narrow,
They so violently careened,
To a path all warped and harrowed.
Got to dress it up in pretty prayers;
Start splitting hairs.
What do they even mean?
They say,
It’s better in here than out there.
Sure it might be so-
But that don’t erase the pain,
Clear confusion ingrained,
Or justify the scare.
To cling to the good times, he tries so hard,
To forget and forgive the bad,
But today the songs all sound the same;
Take him back to that place in his brain.
How he wishes it wasn’t stained and sad!
Is he going insane?
My friend still wedged up in that place,
Can you come down from the steeple?
Sorry it was marred by messed up people!
Sometimes we take it down in haste,
Spur an insurrection,
Lose connection,
Swing it all in the wrong direction.
We’re all supposed to come and love;
Help others heal and find what’s real.
To offer grace, and please,
Stop clipping people in the race.
So in due time sweep up the ashes,
Go get yourself a new pair of glasses.
Look to Jesus-
He alone is sound.
He’s the only one, who,
Won’t twist you all around.
She was standing on the edge of a cornfield, empty and brown
That’s how the wise godly man saw her
In the vision he had, holy inspiration all around
A single stalk, upright and alone
One of the few not chopped
By that devil farmer’s blade
A noble thing it would be
If she stood because of faith, like she ought to have
Rather than the fear that held her there back then
Go break it down, churn up the ground
Next she’s found sitting on the edge of a stage
Faith further fading, or not?
The clock and years keep moving
But the chains of her own making
Rust and hold her there like a cage
Doesn’t she know there is no practice round?
She watches babies arrive and then a baby’s father dies
Chances to grow come and go, life starts aching
Sure she can eat her hard feelings
But it only squanders her dime
Never mind enlarging her waistline
Go break it down, churn up the ground
Now she’s standing on the edge of something new, wild and uncharted
But it’s foggy and hard to see, what is just beyond reach or beneath?
Could be great things ahead, she can’t know until it’s started
Or she could trip and fall
Even to crush the grit of the earth between her teeth
In reality, she’ll probably do it all
Dreams seem clouded over
By disaster, malfunction, and politics awry
Is it worth the trouble? That it is she must believe
Go break it down, churn up the ground
Standing on the edge is outdated, no more time to cry
She won’t fear the mist, she can’t let it win
God please take her hand
She’s ready to go
Jump the edge
It’s time to fly
This Poem Is Not Profound
The swish of cow tails
A freight train on the rails
Don’t you ever wish
There was nothing to hate?
Wait
I’m sorry
Where was I going with this?
I don’t know
There’s nothing to miss
This isn’t school
At this rate, I should just go to bed
Before I go break all the rules
Anyway
This poem is not profound
There isn’t much hidden meaning to be found
Sometimes that’s a better way to play
So don’t waste your time trying to find
Don’t go wreaking your mind
Sit back down and
Enjoy the silly rhyme
Fading Blue Owl 