Poems about the world, that I wrote while I was “in the world” so to speak. They are a couple years old. They are sorta downers, but here are their counterparts! All hope is not lost, but you have to find it first! Can one truly appreciate joy, if they have never understood sorrow? Can you truly understand grace, if you have not experienced darkness? To an extent you can, but the magnitude of the darkness magnifies the beauty of the light once it’s found. The sweetness of Redemption!
This Was Me In The World
Broken bones don’t hurt
Like a broken heart.
Standing outside the clubs
These people think they are the shit
And I want to tell them
They really are,
But I am tired of being the cynic
So I keep my thoughts to myself
Lost to bluntness and desperation
“Is there a chance I’d get laid tonight?”
He asks her.
And I just sit and stare
Quietly in disbelief
Of his desperate attempts.
People I meet,
All tear and destroy
The passions that’s within me
How does a passionate man
Make it through
This modern life?
The Heart Of Man
There’s a blackness in the hearts of men
An urge to bloody our swords
To kill one another and betray our friends
A blackness that pervades history
A mar on the face of the universe
A black hole larger than any dead star
The size of God, absent within us.
A black hole which consumes all it can
All the alcohol, the sex, the broken beauty of nature
And yet it only grows larger till it consumes
Our soul, and from there, the world.
On this dark night
It’s as though all the violence
Of nature and man
Came solely from my own heart.
Deep rooted sorrow!
Bring forth the tears of frustration and hurt
Make wet the ground you stand on
Till the mire takes hold and pulls you down
I’ve reached my limit
I am not Christ!
I hate the world
Everything and everyone
My love is not unlimited!
My forgiveness is all dried up!
I hate the world,
But I hate myself more.