3-21-15

it’s hard to believe

and convince others to hold on

when everywhere I look there is corruption dishonesty and compromise

preachers stealing and sleeping with other men’s wives

miserable families

and hungry children sitting on the church pews

people living in bondage that no one can see

the elders turn a blind eye and don’t have time to care

what would Jesus say if he were to walk into your church today

what would be your excuse when he asks “Where were you?”

because every time you ignore the hurt and pain of another

you crucify him again

we cannot continue in this way

walking in hypocrisy

coming into the sanctuary to be entertained

with no real intentions

it’s time to look up and stop playing

in case you haven’t noticed the last days are not upon us they are already here

the faithful falling away

going the way of Illuminati Babylon

prophetic words turning into crooked motivational speech

money raising and Go Fund my jet

and let me fly up and away

so what if your rent is past due

don’t ask me to help you

it’s hard to believe

when all of these things go on daily

but God hasn’t changed

He knows who belongs to Him

just make sure that you are not found outside

when the rain starts to fall

the old people used to say there will be no place to hide

so make your calling and election sure

and don’t give up

no matter what you see.

woman

 

there’s a woman who sits on the sidewalk

surrounded by her belongings

eating last night’s pizza from a greasy box

she doesn’t seem to care how close she is to the curb

rolling her eyes at the exhaust the buses leave behind

as they hurriedly turn the corner and come to a stop barely grazing her left hip

another woman passes by and gives her $2 that she quickly hides in one of her pockets

for safe keeping from desperate eyes

what has numbed her to danger

on a Thursday morning at rush hour when she could be anywhere else

having breakfast with her man

or taking her kids to school

but she’s here

with last night’s pizza that somebody left in the trash

and there’s nothing better

except to remember life

before living became so damn complicated

the sidewalk is an escape

from what was just too much to deal with in a day

out here it’s safer

than being indoors

and although most would disagree

i feel her

Just me

Feeling sad

and alone

wondering what the future will hold

looking for a friend and finding none

only text messages available

people are too busy to listen

or even have a kind word

a bite to eat

or anything

so it’s just me

and God

because that's all that really matters

she hides it well

she hides it well

words in her back pocket

stashed away in closets

pushed aside and stored in boxes

to be filed at a later date

she learned early that dressing the part makes up

for what was lacking inside

and she hides it well

skirting around the real story

quickly changing the subject

when the topic gets too intense

she looks for the nearest exit

and makes her escape

she hides it well

covering her scent

to throw off a would-be pursuer

diving into the water to confuse even the most skillful hunter

when she is the prey

never getting caught

or trapped as she calls it

staying free

and undomesticated

no one’s slave or property

alone is where she remains

and although she cries inside

she hides it well

 

 

 

 

 

 

hypocrites

rubbing salt in the wounds of  bleeding hearts

laws enforced at our convenience

we are the self-righteous ones who moralize and demonize

acts of desperation

never to once offer a ray of hope

a word of guidance

or an investment in a weaker one’s future

our prideful arrogance fuels the fires of indifference

as iniquity locks the doors to freedom

living in the twilight zone of a terrorist mindset

neo-nazi syndrome

what will happen when the pendulum swings back

the light is turned on

our sins are written in the sand

and we walk away

with rocks still poised to throw the first stone

our poison tongues ready to paralyze the latest prey

we salivate like rabid dogs

waiting for the opportunity to strike at our next meal

when will we learn

to choose mercy over judgment

life over madness

dreams over despair

hearts are bleeding

but who will see

who will stop the issue

the hemorrhage

the death

from within...