Take My Hand

You’ve fallen into the darkest misery

Because of your fallen state of apostasy

You let go of the rod and wandered astray

Take my hand I’ll help you find your way

Come back home come back to the fold

You don’t have to feel alone you have us to hold

With heavenly father on our side we won’t fail

Take my hand I’ll pull you to the rail

Lean on me to catch your breath

I won’t let go in this matter of life or death

I won’t let go till your feet are on gospel sod

I won’t let go till your hands grip the rod

But if you let go of my hand to roam

If you choose to walk alone

I can’t force you to stay

I’ll cry as you walk away and plead for you to come back

But I can’t make up for the testimony you lack

I can scream into deaf ears,

But it won’t do any good if nobody hears

All I can do is cry and pray

That you will hopefully come back some day

To take my hand then, to help you out

Of your state of rebellion and doubt

Please come back, I beg of you please!

I’m down here on weary knees

Crying for your return back home

Don’t wonder off on your path alone

Help God answer my endless plea

Please grab my hand and come back with me

Where Misery Lies

You cover up your morning breath

With bottled water and cigarettes

You cover up your wrongs by lying

And every mistake –you’re justifying

You cover up your joys and cheers

With last night’s mascara running with tears

Making your tangled hair

Stick to your face so fare

You stay inside-hidden from the world

A lonely, unseen, invisible girl

You can’t convince me that you’re happy

By killing yourself oh so slowly

And shortening your flawless life span

By contracting any disease that you can

Your weight plunges from the drugs you’re using

You rarely eat which adds to the losing

You need professional help

But you say you can help yourself

But your way of help is holding your breath

You’re running or sprinting your way towards death

You lost all hope in your miserable state

But you tell me you’re happy with a smile on your face

 

Lafayette Beach

The sun beats life out of the humid day

Making a glistening sea of waist high corn

And miniscule rippling waves of corn stalk hills

Which flow as far as the eye can see

But no distant sounds of children laughing

And no songs from the seagulls throat

No way to cool off on this beach

Just to rest under the shade of corn

And swim in the sea of sweat

And lust for the mirage of water a mile away.

What Have You Done?

Sorrow beyond expression, aching for words that aren’t true

How’d you come up with your decision? Is there nothing I can do?

I can’t tell you not to go; it’s too late for you to stay

You made up your mind long ago-your mind is miles away

Is it bad to say I hate her?

And the decision you made is wrong

You’ll regret your choice forever

Forever is just so long that for you my heart is broken

My pain’s so hard to hide

As the devil takes your token and I watch your downward slide

This should have been the milestone that made the boy a man

The best years of the life you own – the best race that you ran

But you ended this race early

The boy remains a boy

You run home thinking surely

Your girly will bring you joy

It won’t last forever

Like these memories made would have

She won’t make you better

Like this experience really could have

I grieve at your decision

The best two years you never gave

My dear friend, you’re never served mission

Will remain with you till your grave

Round 1

You liked what you saw and got what you wanted

Left shortly after, but my mind you still haunted

I cowered to your coercion, then built up such a strong aversion
That I prayed to never see you again, in case I tried to kill you then
All the memories I almost forgot –
The memories I fought so hard to never remember
Now chase me like a ravenous dog smelling fear
I tried so hard to erase you and I finally did
But you found the canister of my memories and removed the lid
I never expected to remember all that past,
But I did when you found me at last
To bruise my heart again, I surrender already and let you win
Falling into pieces wanting you to call
While thinking to myself about how quickly I fall
Forgetting how you hurt me before
I’m coming back into the ring for more
You finally call to begin round two and I give up all to see you
Convincing myself that the words you said –you meant
Thinking this time will be different
Opening your apartment door- your lust you flaunted
You liked what you saw and got what you wanted . . .
 

You’re All The Same

 

You take a mental photograph

Of my face…and my a**

Liking what you see

You smoothly approach me

Liking what your mind stirs

You ask for seven numbers

Too nice to say no

I reluctantly let them go

As my digits escape my lips

You write them on paper strips

Brewing dirty thoughts in your mind

Thinking I’m the next girl wiling to grind

You think a brief night out on the town

Is a sure ticket to lay me down

Anything for the first chance

To get into my pants

How did you read my face,

To think I’d let you get to any base?

Let alone steal home –

I’d never even go alone

Anywhere with you

Let alone do what you think I’d do

Do I have slut, painted on my forehead

Does it say, “I’ll sleep in anyone’s bed.”?

Just cause I’m hot and have a nice body

Doesn’t mean I’ll go home with you after the party

Just cause I smile and ask what’s up?

Doesn’t mean I’m gonna give it up

I see your beady little eyes roam

And your mouth begin to foam

As you undress me with your eyes.

Just like the rest of the guys,

You think you know me well. I disagree,

You don’t have a chance in hell with me

I don’t know who’s fault it is or who’s to blame

But you’re all the same – all the same!

Nothing to Write

Dirty crumpled paper and a running out pen

Aren’t the best things to help me find inspiration

I stare at the wall and twiddle my thumbs

But still no inspiration comes

Wanting to write the perfect poem

But I can’t stay focused- my eyes just roam

Around my purposely darkened home

I try to get myself in the writing mood

But unwanted words and images want to intrude

Leaning on my right arm it begins to go numb

But still the inspiration does not come

I listen to the deepest music to set the tone

I even turn off the phone, but my mind is set in stone

It refuses to think of anything good

It chooses to close up now- it would!

Still can’t think of anything to write

So I’ll doodle anything just in spite

Of the tricks my mind wants to play

My mind is the inspiration for this poem today