Month: March 2014

Somehow,
It just doesn’t seem right
That a loving person
Should go to hell.

How can a person
Be loving, anyway,
Unless God dwells
In their heart?

For someone who is
Compassionate,
Sacrificial,
Pure of heart.

We all know
People in our lives
Who do not call
Their self a Christian,

But they have more
Love in their heart
Than most Christians.
Would God condemn

Their souls to burn?
And if we believe
That it is the choice
Of the individual,

Whether or not
To ask Jesus into
Their heart,
Would God exclude

Someone who rejects
Christianity
For all the hypocrisy
And corruption

That exists in its
Institutions?
Surely God recognizes
Their heart is in

The right place.
They are not
Rejecting God.
They are rejecting

Hypocrites.
If God does not
Look upon the outside
Of a person,

But rather the inside,
I would contend
That many people
Whom the church

Rejects
Will be in heaven,
And those “believers”
That do not love others

Will go to hell.
If that’s the case,
It is possible
That there will be

Jews,
Muslims,
Hindus
And even atheists

That Jesus welcomes
Into the heavenly gates.
Perhaps,
Jesus did, in fact,

Die to save everyone.

Who knows?

Sitting, dreaming,
Thinking of you.
Laughing, crying,
Hoping I’m through.

Want to be
With you soon.
Want to climb
Up to the moon.

Want to break out
From this hell.
Want to ring
My freedom bell.

Wishing that I
Could be free
From all the things
That imprison me.

Tired of crying
All the time.
Ready to be redeemed
From my crimes.

Don’t you want
To come with me?
Won’t you be the
Friend I seek?

It’s so easy
To be sad.
It is harder
To be glad.

I don’t care, though.
I am ready.
I will give up
All my teddies.

I’m a man
Who wants the best.
I desire
To take the test.

Heaven is here,
Ready and waiting.
Free for all,
For the taking.

Let’s all be
Our better selves.
Let’s put our sins
On the shelves.

We’re forgiven,
After all.
We can go out
And have a ball.

Let’s celebrate
This life with each other.
You are my sister
And my brother.

Now is a new day,
So take and eat.
Lay your burdens
At God’s feet.

Laugh when you can.
Yuck it up!
It is only in those
Brief moments

That we obtain relief
From our frustration.
Being human is
Being with limits.

We have time and space.
We have each other,
Which in a perfect world
Is a very good thing.

But in our world,
A fallen world,
Things are different.
Except in extraordinary

Circumstances,
It is every person
For their self.
In those times

When we can
See the humor
In our crazy situation,
We get a break

From all the drama.
When we find
The strength
And the motivation

To look past
Our own misery,
And to see our
Brothers and sisters

In need,
These are special
Moments that
We should treasure.

When we see past
Our own problems,
And appreciate
The presence

Of each other,
It is in those times
That we are truly
Blessed.

Tainted soul,
A ghost of a man.
Can he catch
The witch that ran?

Screaming succubus,
Following me.
In reality,
She wants to be free.

In the day
I run from truth.
Sort of like
I run from you.

Is there a clue
For me that’s true?
Do you ask me?
I ask, too.

What will be
The next death trap?
Can you show me
On the map?

Test me now.
I want to know.
If you like me,
Tell me so.

If you do,
It can’t be true.
Do you know
If I am who

You think I
Am today?
I can’t tell you
What to say.

I can’t tell you
If I’m gay.
I don’t really
Give a hey.

I don’t know
Myself what’s true.
Maybe if I
Try to sue.

Sue myself,
I should do.
Please, you tell me,
When I’m through.

Below is where
The dreams come true.
Behind they grill you,
Whatever you do.

What do you think
I should try?
Really, I’m not
That kind of guy.

Tainted soul,
A ghost of a man.
Can he catch
The witch that ran?

Screaming succubus,
Following me.
In reality,
She wants to be free.

In the day
I run from truth.
Sort of like
I run from you.

Is there a clue
For me that’s true?
Do you ask me?
I ask, too.

What will be
The next death trap?
Can you show me
On the map?

Test me now.
I want to know.
If you like me,
Tell me so.

If you do,
It can’t be true.
Do you know
If I am who

You think I
Am today?
I can’t tell you
What to say.

I can’t tell you
If I’m gay.
I don’t really
Give a hey.

I don’t know
Myself what’s true.
Maybe if I
Try to sue.

Sue myself,
I should do.
Please, you tell me,
When I’m through.

Below is where
The dreams come true.
Behind they grill you,
Whatever you do.

What do you think
I should try?
Really, I’m not
That kind of guy.

Happy death,
Happy death,
Come for me.

Come and hang me
From a tree.

Angel come,
Angel come,
Come for me.

Put me out of my
Misery.

Will you kill me,
If you please?

Do you see
My knocking knees?

Is there hope
For someone like me?

Death come,
Death come,
Come for me.

Tired of wanting
To be free.

Will you take me
To the sea?

Will you drown me,
If you please?

Will you take
My life from me?

Do it now,
Do it now.
Set me free!

Crying inside,
But the tears don’t come.
Is there still hope
For someone like me?

Dark clouds
Hover above my head.
Is it a wicked storm,
Or the rain of forgiveness?

Serpents slither
Around my feet.
Do they come
To teach me a lesson?

Are they listening
To my thoughts?
What if I say
The wrong thing?

A raging inferno
Burns beneath me.
Am I in hell?
Or is the rage

Coming from
My own heart?
Fear and suspicion
Dog my footsteps.

Who can I trust?
Who is my friend,
And who,
My enemy?

There are voices
Coming from
The room beside me.
Are they discussing me?

Is this all
Narcissistic blather?
It’s not about me,
Really.

People have better
Things to do
Then worry about me.
But am I hiding?

Who am I, really?
Do they know?
Do I know?
Secrets follow me

Everywhere.

Heaven seems so far away,
With all the stresses
And complications
Of the here and now.

My little worries
That seem so glaring
Sometimes,
Threaten to stifle

My joy and peace.
My obsessions,
My distractions,
My weaknesses,

All seem to pile up
Inside my mind.
When will I be free?
Shouldn’t it be easier

Than this?
When will I overcome
That which stands
In my way?

When will I be
Stronger?
When will I be
More holy?

Is it happening
As I speak,
With all my struggles,
My regrets,

My shame?
Why do I have
To carry this burden?
But then, perhaps,

It was my choice
To pick it up
To begin with.
I dig my own grave.

Anxious now,
But not sure why.
Could it be
The spicy chicken I ate?

Sometimes I wonder
Why I mess things up.
I wish I was more organized.
I’m so cluttered.

“Eat that frog!”
Is what they say.
But how do I handle
It all at once?

I guess I don’t.
I should take it
One piece at a time.
But I always

Take on more than
What is manageable.
Worrying
Is my specialty.

Focus,
Got to focus.
But I do that
All day at work.

I just want to relax.
Do I have to deal with it
Right now?
“Eat that frog!” they yell.

But procrastination
Is so much easier.
Or is it?
What is the cost?

A good night’s sleep,
Perhaps?
Piece of mind?
Staying within our budget?

It becomes
An avalanche.
A man-made
Disaster.

One day,
Those chickens
Will be back.
Will I be ready?