New Religion

Normally I write love songs,
About girls scorned,
Boys wronged,
And love torn apart.

Today is different,
I met a man,
He asked me "Did I thank God?",
Cause my people made it so far,
From cotton fields to superstars,
The world is yours just ask God.

I asked him was it the same God,
The Nazi and the Klan's God,
Love thy neighbor,
Unless that neighbor is gay, God,

Oh my God, Why God?
Did you bring this heathen to me?
Tight jeans, bright eyes,
12 year old face,
Is this a test of my faith?
Thoughts of the stranger,
Using God to put the youth in danger.

The hatred and confusion,
In collusion with the institution,
Of religion,
Turning God into a villain,
Making many question the existence,
Of God's divine persistence,
And well for his children,
That is if God is male,
But it doesn't matter,
If it all fails.

Last Waltz

Can you keep a secret?

The one the my eyes tell,

That my heart screams,

Yet my mouth won't let me speak...

Look into my eyes,

The soul peers on forever,

Each day a different story,

As if it gets better.

The truth is....

The smile is a lie,

And so is the persona,

I can't show anymore weakness,

That she hasn't already exploited,

So I'll become different,

Even if just for the moment...

Allow me to apologize,

For any frustrations I cause in advance,

You see the last partner I had,

Really threw off the dance,

Each step was precise,

Yet she push them out of order,

Then she traded down,

For a less than stellar dancer,

I'm sorta like MJ,

A beautiful blazing flame,

He was more of Tito,

Always trying to steal the fame....

Truth is I may be a mess myself,

I tend to second guess myself,

Guess this is to test myself...

Time will heal all wounds,

The pain shall go away,

Steps can be relearned,

And then I'll dance,

Dance another day.

Dear Marshall

So here is a poem I wrote a few minutes ago on my Tumblr.... I decided I should post it here too.

This is an open letter,

Not to considered a confession,

Not be confused with fan mail,

You get to much of that,

I just like the name,

And the references will bring the readers back.

Hey Marshall,

I’m having a Relapse,

Bottles of alcohol and prescription caps,

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg,

Dreams of murder scenes,

With faces I don’t know…

I love her,

She hates me,

Something like Kim and Haley,

I don’t sleep,

Days writing poems,

Nights crying alone,

Shell casings all over my bedroom floor…..

I want to end it tonight,

Yet my state of mind,

Paranoia, and situation,

Keeps me pacing back and forth,

I’m afraid I love her,

She really hates me,

I want to go,

But it wouldn’t fix me,

And truthfully if I do it,

It’s just to see if,

She would miss me…….. 

A Reprise

Yesterday is behind me,

Yet I feel as if it is still here,

I cleared the air,

But still I cannot breathe…

 

Each word force from my lips,

I’m lost and numb,

The cold winds are like daggers to the chest,

Each gust piercing into my soul…

 

Paranoia is a toxin,

It is all around,

Inhale it once,

Then shaking it is impossible.

Try as you may,

Try as you might,

Once inhaled you’ll never be right…

 

My thoughts whether imaginary or not,

Still cloud my judgment,

Watching patterns,

Learning, developing,

And hurting myself every step of the way.

 

What I failed to notice,

Was how bad I was hurting you,

You and you’re importance yet to be notice,

I hope I didn’t make to bad of a mistake,

I hope my soul the reaper does not take,

I hope you ignore my moment of weakness,

And I hope this all is just a bad dream,

So I won’t have to repeat this……..