A slap to the face
Or slap on the wrist?
Rejection eats a hole
Right through ourselves.
Pain is a hollow burn
Not so soon forgotten.
But love equals pain
And as such turns sour.
Poison in a sugar jar-
But what a way to go.
A knife in a pillow
A wakeless deep sleep.
The long buried demon
Comes back ever stronger.
Like arsenic gets worse
With every small dose.
Christian Kane.
Be wise all you coming kings.
A new year dawns on us all.
Injustice will soon be righted,
The usurper shall soon perish.
Forget not the one who gave–
All your authority is a whisper.
We speak now of small things…
A mere face painted on a wall.
Soon will the table be wiped,
Blood spilled like a full dish.
Iniquity will fall with a wave–
Destruction comes from a whisper.
In the air shall truth ring,
and sin shall truly apall.
We will do away with blight,
Satan’s fall, more than a wish.
Yes all the earth will He save,
All that was created by a whisper.
Christian Kane
Once there was no snow
for a baby in a manger.
Sorcerers were amazed
By a King from Judah.
As we sit by our trees,
It’s clear that was long ago.
We rifle the presents
and pack down the food.
A man in a red coat
and reindeer in our mind-
As we sit by the fire,
With indigestion intense.
The 26th we turn to news,
and run to the leftovers.
With television blaring,
Not all is peace and joy.
Evil doesn’t take holiday,
Though Christmas fills the pews.
It is beautiful and peaceful
Until amibition takes hold.
What we call blissful harmony,
others call happy opporunity.
As a murder is planned,
someone asks for another mug-full.
Enjoy your peace and safety
for it is no real sin.
Remember only your fortune
Is a gift from a jealous One.
We can all have our fun,
But Christ remains our surety.
Christian Kane
Author’s Note: The following was inspired by the Drug war currently raging in Juarez, Mexico… specifically this week’s grizzly finding of the decapitated soldiers. If any of you are of a religious bent, please pray for Juarez… they are averaging about 4 murders/casualties a day in this battle with the Cartels. Read the rest of this entry »
Nazi-
Zionist.
Ying-
Yang.
Player-
Poser.
Extreme-
Mediocre.
Lover-
Hater.
Pacifist-
Warmonger.
Healer-
Killer.
Left-
Right.
Poverty-
Greed.
Heaven-
Hell.
Connection-
Distraction.
Reunion-
Seperation.
Example-
Epitaph.
Activist-
Apathy.
Giver-
Taker.
Salvation-
Damnation.
Prince-
Pauper.
Ruler-
Dictator.
Beast-
Lamb
Savior-
Usurper.
Christian Kane
Eyes are open,
Though the world be blind.
Words are spoken,
Yet meaning lies behind.
Though not beyond,
And yet overcoming-
Revelation has gone
And consciences are searing.
Open, oh eyes,
To the world that’s beyond.
Wherein the truth lies,
And reality is found.
Gold is the street
While narrow is the gate.
When there we meet,
How blessed was the wait.
Chain of sin,
It can not hold.
Ties that bind,
Ignite, crumble and fold.
Stars turn black
And the sun looks away.
Darkness turns back
In the light of that day.
CK
From the deepest darkness the world can offer,
A dreary soul arises to offer a darker tome.
None yet can say that all things are easy,
Or even that sins have been fully atoned.
As I look at all through this looking-glass,
It becomes clear that all life must soon pass
Beyond this realm of shadow into the real
Where true pain is felt on a level unknown,
and songs are sung about flowers overgrown.
Onward we press into this deep realm,
Where lines are blurred from one to the other.
If you have a mind to follow this soul,
My apologies if this seems all too bold.
Refusing to be caged the mind does wander
No matter the place to which it might alight.
Welcome to my world, fair stranger, where the philosophy is strange and the characters are stranger. I view the world through my own lense, and on the other side, I hope it makes sense. I hope you enjoy the lengths to which I go, if not just remember this is but a sideshow.
Christian Kane.
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