Dry Bones

Indifference.
A whole world
Void of passion
Or anything worth dying for
To pursue-
The section of soul carved
By our Creator
To live
Was stolen
Not by oppression
A government, work, or sleep
But an artificial replacement
For adrenaline, joy, or intimacy
I scream at their faces
Blank and locked in hypnosis
Its not real!
Your wasting given time!
Time is a gift
They're wasting useful restlessness
But instead I sit down
And do the same as them
Become a desert soul
Dry bones

Last Night

We played and danced

The stars our witness

Fog settled on the field

But we broke through

As we ran in chaos

We drank in deep the night air

Our only narcotic

Except for the beat

That ran and lifted, lifted us

What is foolish?

What is fun?

We made fools of ourselves

Whatever the meaning of the word

Like only kids can

The curse of adulthood

Might one day end

But not today

We looked up at the stars and spun

Our world finally one beautiful kaleidoscope carousel

The Greater Joy

The want me to roll in the mud

They say its fun

To be encompassed in dirt

Then we can all look the same

But greener pastures call

A cushion for my bare feet

Higher hills for me to dance

Sweeter waters cool on my tongue 

Enough

Thirsty souls are at war
They need objects of their hate
Even though they are killing people
That are just like themselves

People fight for many things
For resources
An idea
A belief

But when the mother gets news
Of her four dead sons
She cries

"Enough!" she cries, she screams
Enough boys dead
Enough friends gone

But the grave is never satisfied

A young girl gets married
Waiting for this day her whole life
Anxious to start a family
Children of her own flesh and bone

She hopes and hopes
For a pure and holy object
Of her love
She waits.

They never come.

But a young girl
Kills her precious child
Growing inside of her
It would be bad for her career

"Enough!" Cries the barren womb
Enough children without a chance to live
Enough good families who can't raise a child

But it is never satisfied

A preacher sits
Preparing a sermon
No one will hear

A young man he once was
Just a hope and a dream
Is all that he had
But it died

He got out of college
His church went from fifty to none
He sells cars for a living
He is plagued with a thirsty soul

When looking out the window
He yearns to tell people
Of the hope that lays dormant
Desperately built up inside him

"Enough!" He cries, at the desert within
But he has responsibility now
His children he can effect

To do what he couldn't
This is his hope

But he is never satisfied

A fire burns somewhere
A fit of rage and passion
Which is a young man's life
A confusion and chaos

Hate, Lust,
Greed, Pride,
Adventure, Passion
All beheld in his eyes

But a blazing fire must consume
Or it is snuffed out forever
So have your fun

Homework takes up time
So do sports and school
Friends to fill up space in between that

But you cant escape your thoughts
No matter how hard you try
At night before you fall asleep
At two in the morning

The fire of your life blazes
It consumes who you are
Morals are compromised
Choices are made
To feed it

Until you go up in smoke
Any dream you had is gone
Because you went too far

"Enough!" I scream at the all-consuming fire of my sin

It is never satisfied