"I'm Not Even Religious"
It is death that makes most people alive,
This how we are supposed to survive?
Waiting till the end to truly start living,
Not caring, sharing, daring, or giving,
These people have no souls, i believe,
So no pity shall they recieve,
When I open my doors to those in need,
And they ask me please heed,
Their warnings, upon threats, upon pleads,
I tell them they are our rotten seeds,
Destroying the earth and all who grow,
To one day thinking that life is a show,
That money is their ticket to forever,
But in the end love they shall treasure,
And if they have noone to love them?
Then that is life's mortal sin,
They have punished their lives enough,
Never will they be happy, its tough,
But thats how it goes with no heart,
Life is not sweet, but sour and tart,
A wiltering flower is what you get,
The thorns, no rose, at best bet,
This is your life and what you want?
To have all this money to flaunt?
But to have no heart or love inside?
Please tell me, Please confide,
Let me know what you hold dear,
Its time to let go of your fear,
Open your black heart to all who ask,
And in truth's glory you shall bask,
A freedom not even I can describe,
A magazine who all should suscribe,
This truth is lifes greatest gold,
But I will not lie, it can be sold,
For a replicant of what you now hold,
Called a Greenback from what I'm told,
Money is loneliness on paper and ink,
Take it now and your sure to sink,
Back to my doorstep asking for pity,
Not here, Not this house, nor city,
This is the dream, I have every day,
That love will break all my dismay,
Has it happened yet? I cannot say,
But yet I still hope, dream, and even pray.
This is the first poem I wrote in over a year, so I'm sorry if its crude or you don't like it, please post your opinions, good and bad criticism welcome.
Christian
This how we are supposed to survive?
Waiting till the end to truly start living,
Not caring, sharing, daring, or giving,
These people have no souls, i believe,
So no pity shall they recieve,
When I open my doors to those in need,
And they ask me please heed,
Their warnings, upon threats, upon pleads,
I tell them they are our rotten seeds,
Destroying the earth and all who grow,
To one day thinking that life is a show,
That money is their ticket to forever,
But in the end love they shall treasure,
And if they have noone to love them?
Then that is life's mortal sin,
They have punished their lives enough,
Never will they be happy, its tough,
But thats how it goes with no heart,
Life is not sweet, but sour and tart,
A wiltering flower is what you get,
The thorns, no rose, at best bet,
This is your life and what you want?
To have all this money to flaunt?
But to have no heart or love inside?
Please tell me, Please confide,
Let me know what you hold dear,
Its time to let go of your fear,
Open your black heart to all who ask,
And in truth's glory you shall bask,
A freedom not even I can describe,
A magazine who all should suscribe,
This truth is lifes greatest gold,
But I will not lie, it can be sold,
For a replicant of what you now hold,
Called a Greenback from what I'm told,
Money is loneliness on paper and ink,
Take it now and your sure to sink,
Back to my doorstep asking for pity,
Not here, Not this house, nor city,
This is the dream, I have every day,
That love will break all my dismay,
Has it happened yet? I cannot say,
But yet I still hope, dream, and even pray.
This is the first poem I wrote in over a year, so I'm sorry if its crude or you don't like it, please post your opinions, good and bad criticism welcome.
Christian