Tainted Soul

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

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,
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!

Secrets

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.

Bondage

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.

Where Are the Chickens?

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?

The Life of a Servant

Happy thoughts make
Happy lives, but
Happy thoughts
Don’t come so easy.

Sometimes we feel
Like we’ve been robbed
Of what we deserve.
Sometimes we wish

Life could be better.
But if we all look around,
And if we are honest with ourselves,
We find that life, for most of us,

Is just not like that.
Perhaps it is because
God knows what we really need.
Although life would be easier

If we didn’t have any problems,
Life would also be pretty boring.
Not only that, but
We would not grow.

God made us in his image,
That is, in the image of Christ.
Christ spent his life, and his death,
Serving others.

Christ was rejected, tortured,
And murdered, despite
Never doing anything wrong.
He didn’t deserve the problems

He had to endure, either.
But he dedicated himself
To helping others
And constantly giving of himself.

Perhaps, if we look to him
As our example,
We might come to understand
That even though life

Does not seem fair,
Life can still have purpose
And meaning.
Although we may not always

Be happy,
We can find satisfaction
And even joy
From serving the needs

Of those around us.
When we do this,
We also find that we can identify
With Christ.

We grow closer to him,
By sharing in his suffering.
Then, unhappiness takes on
New meaning.

And though it may
Be hard to admit,
Perhaps, it can become
Something for which to be thankful.

The Life of a Servant

Happy thoughts make
Happy lives, but
Happy thoughts
Don’t come so easy.

Sometimes we feel
Like we’ve been robbed
Of what we deserve.
Sometimes we wish

Life could be better.
But if we all look around,
And if we are honest with ourselves,
We find that life, for most of us,

Is just not like that.
Perhaps it is because
God knows what we really need.
Although life would be easier

If we didn’t have any problems,
Life would also be pretty boring.
Not only that, but
We would not grow.

God made us in his image,
That is, in the image of Christ.
Christ spent his life, and his death,
Serving others.

Christ was rejected, tortured,
And murdered, despite
Never doing anything wrong.
He didn’t deserve the problems

He had to endure, either.
But he dedicated himself
To helping others
And constantly giving of himself.

Perhaps, if we look to him
As our example,
We might come to understand
That even though life

Does not seem fair,
Life can still have purpose
And meaning.
Although we may not always

Be happy,
We can find satisfaction
And even joy
From serving the needs

Of those around us.
When we do this,
We also find that we can identify
With Christ.

We grow closer to him,
By sharing in his suffering.
Then, unhappiness takes on
New meaning.

And though it may
Be hard to admit,
Perhaps, it can become
Something for which to be thankful.

ADA, Here She Comes!

Pure and clean.
Soft and sweet.
Happy and lovely.
Light-hearted and free.

Caught and crushed.
Fierce and determined.
Angry and scornful.
Sad and frustrated.

What is the use, anyway,
Hoping for the best,
But getting the worst?
Trying to stay above the fray?

To be gentle and joyful,
Fun and funny,
Witty and wise?
To struggle every day?

If only they cared.
If only they could.
If only they tried.
If only they would.

So what is next?
Another day,
And another roll of the dice.
Crap shoot once again.

Without You

Cascading thoughts of you
Fill my mind.
I am so lonely without you.

Will you come back
To try once again?
Can you give me another chance?

Your forgiveness
Means so much to me.
I crave your love.

My mistake
Was trying to handle life
On my own.

To leave behind
Intimacy,
To think of you

As an object,
To be used.
You deserve better.

You will be
The focus of my adoration,
The treasure of my heart.

You are special to me,
And I cannot live
Without you.