For I will heat my home
With the words I speak.
Anger loosed in a moment
Seeking it’s own relief.
This age grows darker-
Darker by the second.
My anger has betrayed
This darkness within me.
The old world without
Infected me- unnoticed!
Much like rigor mortis
Sets in to a carcass.
Sing to me of bloodshed,
or paint some infidelity…
We speak of great lies,
And enjoy every minute.
Strain against the chains
For freedom, she looms.
A Messiah on horseback
Will bring the Earth’s doom.
Kowtow to indulgence
and so seal your fate.
Or fight through fatigue
And so earn a crown.
{CK}
i do believe you have become my favorite poet … hope to meet you someday … perhaps at a book signing …
Hehe… you never know. But wouldn’t a book deal mean that I “sold out to the man”?
Thanks for reading!
{CK}
well .. for some it might mean that, perhaps … and you would have to pray through it, of course, but imo it would mean that you are submitting this gift given to you in meekness for many others to be blessed as they identify with your transparency in struggle and humility in grace through Jesus … i mean, its not like you’re burying your talent in a field since you are, indeed, posting this, but perhaps you could multiply the talent/fruit through a book? just a thought to provoke you a bit …
Heh… provoking an artist is a dangerous hobby. Good thing I am not one, eh?
ahhhh … but isn’t an artist most defined by those who appreciate their work and recognize them as artists? … i’m thinking you do not have a say in my acknowledgment of you as an artist … ha! in fact, i would caution you from walking too close to false humility … hope you’re representing at the forerunner artist thingy …
Hehe, perhaps, but we shall see.
hold on to that ‘perhaps’ when the cracked door widens and you see the [im]possibilities unfold as you chase after God …