Poems

Right-wing and Christian Poetry

WHY PAIN IS

Why, oh wise man!
Thou educated fool,
How does life seem so cruel,
If its the way it should be?

You say Origin is a pool,
From times start we are free
So answer me:

What is pain,
Or sorrow,
Show me something new,
Better for tommorow

If nothing is right,
How is anything wrong?
Why not suffocate in a pond
Right where we belong.


THE LONER

I find it no use to be a recluse,
When after all pretense I'm lonely,
So I'll drive into town,
To see what's to be found,
A distraction of sorts, to hold me.

FIRST BLOOD

Touching you, ooh with my knife,
Blood comes softly, without strife


SHADOW

I must go on a walk,
Yet I know He'll be with me.
When I turn away from my path,
There! His ice-cold stare.

In the summer of today,
The Sun embraces my body,
I look ahead, and meet that gaze,
Of all youth,
Timeless an eternal.

NIGHT

Stars give life,
Grass, whispering, opens the spirit.
Crickets distant, chirpping,
But only for those who will hear it.

PLEDGE

'Fore youth decays,
I will turn away,
From that which destroys my soul.
Look! Every day in vain
I do shout his name