poet

  • Read Instead

    , , , ,

    Usually poems name themselves. I just have to read what I just wrote for the title to become obvious. I love you all.I do not care.(I’m writing this in myUnderwear.)I think it’s us,They call insane,Who’re the only peeps hereThat use their brain.They think us incapableOf critical thought.It’s a system they riggedThat has now wrought75% of…

  • Your Destiny is Fixed—Stop Stressing!

    , , ,
    , , , ,

    This poem is really a poem I wrote myself to remind myself of exactly what I write here. But I needed “you” to rhyme with “do” so I changed it to what you see below. It’s excellent advice, or I wouldn’t have given it to myself! Your job is really easy.There’s little for you to…

  • TY, J

    , , , ,

    Thank you perfect JesusFrom keeping me from sin.I alchemized a negative in-To a positive.It’s such a wonderful feeling.No responsibility to judge.I’m glad my role is just to grow.The pain is just a nudge.

  • Vatican City

    , , , ,

    Your propaganda don’t work on me. I see straight through your lies. The moon is not a rock in space. You think I don’t have eyes? And what’s beyond the Ice Wall, liars? Antarctica’s not there! I know you have a role to play, But it’s a maddening affair. You’ve lied to the world for…

  • Rain

    , ,
    , , , ,

    I just have to be gratefulFor every second spentHere on Earth with God in meThis time is heaven-sent.It’s why I express gratitudeEven when in pain.It’s never useless to thank God.Even for the rain.

  • Jesus is My Homeboy

    , , , , , , , , ,
    , , , , ,
    Jesus is My Homeboy

    Lord, thank you for the knowledgeThat sets me apart from the crowd.I know that I need to keep growing.But I also know you’re proudOf how far I have come,And how far I will go.I do not have to guess if you love me.I know that it is so.

  • Knowledge

    , ,
    , , , ,

    Lord, thank you for the knowledgeThat sets me apart from the crowd.I know that I need to keep growing.But I also know you’re proudOf how far I have come,And how far I will go.I do not have to guess if you love me.I know that it is so.

  • My Mistake

    , , , , ,

    Lord I wish more than anythingYou’d see fit to relieve me of this pain.I can’t do anything—I can’t live!It’s misery to just exist!I know it’s my fault,I just don’t know how.Please, LordPut it on me now!I’ll do whatever it freaking takes!Just please inform me of my mistake!

  • No One is Evil

    , , , ,

    No one here is evil!Everyone has a role.The Devil is resistance.To what you already know:Who you really areBefore you became this.A font of endless love—All that truly exists.

  • All of This is Me

    , , , ,

    I used to blame my parents For having ever been born. But now I know I chose this. There’s nothing there to scorn. I selected parents. I selected THIS. It’s crazy to imagine. But I guess that it makes sense. There’s purpose behind the pain. I just don’t know how to read it. The ego…

  • Attitude

    ,
    , , , , , , , ,

    I hate that it breaks my mom that I’m hurting. I know that it’s somehow my fault. But I’m not giving myself a guilt trip over it. I start to sometimes, then halt. Reframe those negative thoughts there, my Son. Turn them, instead into gratitude. It’s not at all what happens to you! It’s only…

  • My Part

    , , , ,

    It’s just that I feel terrible!It’s not that I’m not gratefulJust to be alive!I promise I’m not hateful!I just want to get out ofThis awful chronic pain.I do not care what it requiresI’ll do whatever it takes.Just whisper it to me, my Lord.Put it on my heart.I’m desperate and begging, Lord—Willing to do my part.

  • God Loves Music

    , , , ,

    God loves music.This I know.He puts it in my head.It’s so.God loves poetryAs well.He helps me write it.I can tell.

  • My Best Friend

    , , , ,

    I have a best friend.They live inside my head.They say they don’t plan on leavingUntil my body’s dead.It sounds a bit absurd, butI know that it’s true.Cause when we’re all aloneThey tell me about you.

  • Who You Are

    , ,
    , , ,
    Who You Are

    I only write long poems when I have a lot I want to say. I guess I did. God has always existed.And everything is God.So has everything always existed like this?The Bible suggests it has.In Psalms, Ecclesiastes-The Earth is said to haveExisted forever and forever will.I don’t trust Cath’lic Church math.Of course the Church pulls…