Arrogant

Church

   Four walls topped by a cross means nothing.

The people inside are the something.

   With a composer conducting.

The music of ministry to those lost in translation.

   Unable to dechipher the book their holding.

Into a context for the life of the living.

   What fiction, are the thoughts more believing.

Unable to trust what is this feeling?

   As the choir sings angelic hymns of healing.

Mind, body, and soul stirred up from people cheering.

   Shouts of hallelujah, arms reaching for the ceiling.

As a holy ghost interacts with human beings.

    Individuals running around, falling to the ground, in the middle of the aisle.

   As fans wave to cool them down.

For the power of the burning bush overheats.

   Giving tythe in hopes of righteous retur...

Cactus

   Here I am, arms up in the air.

They see me, family and friends.

   They see me standing in this desert, burning.

No one else around, as the sun bares down.

   Skin dried and cracking, no relief.

As the sands whip in the troubled winds, slowly scarring.

   Unable to hide the pain, it protrudes outwardly.

As birds land on the head, pecking away.

   Unable to move, stuck in the moment.

For any affection, can only be met with thorns!

Grim

   With a sickle I come.

Looking for those whom are due for black silence.

   Born of death, living without life.

Unfamiliar to love, void.

   Mingling with, and sitting next to the unsuspecting.

Oblivious that I Am Here!

   Hovering over coordinated steps to our greeting.

Patiently waiting through each moment, for the time.

   For time ends for all, and I hold the clock.

Tick tock, the only music for me.

   Unremorseful, watching the mortals play.

As I prepare for their unexpected!

Beware Of Dog

   You'll never see this dog with his tail wagging.

Only walking the perimeter growling.

   You see the teeth, so no barking.

Think of it as plagiarism, there can only be biting.

   So don't expect success, gear up for conflict.

What are you willing to do?

   The lengths of which to obtain what you pursue.

All sweat, no tears, just blood over here.

   Lay me on my shield, and carry me off the field.

Many won't endure, for their heart gets the chills.

   Shiver and shake, when it's time to keep it real.

While feeling entitled to rewards without one drop being spilled.

   The types that are never satisfied with their fill.

Practice and drill, aim and train.

   One day they may knock on your door to make claim.

Bluffing, so be...

Foretold

   Stupid is what stupid does.

Does that mean one is stupid?

   Or one who's taught by the dumb?

Phenomenon, so which one?

   It can all be so simple.

Yet complicated, ignorant intellectuals.

   Prophetical, prophesied by none!

None the less, a prophecy that will come.

   Individualized, for each and everyone.

Prophecy due, though undone!

Time-Line

   Life and it's crazy ways.

Seeing those of old age, brings thoughts of how their time is near.

   For the youth is immortal and strong.

Though naivety beguiles, giving false creed to longevity.

   It is far more likely patient wisdom will out live the intemperate young.

   As random selection seeks those who don't need a watch.

Science

   I lay still, though still I move, in thought and spirit.

I move though I am still, in presence and desire.

   I exist for I am present, though presently I am no one.

One of many, and the many are just one.

   Me, myself and I, the equation of who?

An equivalence to no other, it's mathematical.

   Subtraction and addition, maintains equilibrium.

Multiplication over division, the theorem.

   Thoughts fermented, the serum.

A science discovered for dilerium.

   At a table of elements devoid of minerals.

Observing the food chain to nourish the psychology.

   Consuming vegetation, for thoughts higher than astrology.

Chromatology of the flesh, and spirituality.

   Before the wake of thanatology.

For time is the only relativity.

Regardless

   Look at myself.

I find myself, by myself.

   No, not because i'm lonely.

Him, he who that exists.

   In an existence, unlike any other existing.

For any other who exists is unlike.

   In the land of difference, while being indifferent.

Just different, reading a Bible for direction.

   That doesn't mean everything is sticking.

Though often it's text comes forth for recollection.

   At times worldly methods are needed for protection.

Do i have to turn the other cheek?

   Or can I violate, because they were violating?

Without having a violation against the soul, to be burning.

   In the depths of hell.

If every instance didn't apply to heavenly wording.

   Lean not to one's own understanding.

A lot c...

Contrite

   Boxed in, there's nowhere to go.

It's everywhere, lurking.

   Anticipating, it's closing in.

When the sun shines bright.

   Even when the stars flicker at night.

Just walking through the crowds.

   Or in the silence of lonliness.

It moves in the background.

   Bathing in the sweat of nightmares.

It listens, and waits.

   It wants the dreams.

Famished for the joy.

   Craving for any happiness.

It drinks tears, and is always thirsty.

   Enthralled, it desires sorrow.

Void of empathy, it's heartless.

   Cold, frigid, and blistery.

It's chill induces misery.

   For the dark has arms.

And it wants to hold me tight.

Wild

   Don't turn your head, look, look deep.

Into the eyes of the untamed.

   Born in the wilderness.

Exposed to the elements.

   Harsh extremes of nature's wrath.

Physical adapted to the unforgiving terrain of predators.

   To blend, camouflaged, vanished within.

The brush, the dark, silent, waiting.

   Watching, those who wander.

Unfamiliar, as they stumble along.

   Danger, it's felt, it's known.

But safety has failed sensibility.

   Instincts ignored and forgotten.

The scent is strong, the smell of fear and unease.

   Master of patience, muscles primed, claws out.

Teeth exposed, yet not time to pounce.

   Just a little closer, almost near.

The roar of terror.

   There you are, now you may...