Disastrous

It's about time we got disastrous
I’m tellin you to make a mess a this
cause you know it just aint serious--

yet.
 because we’re up to no good
can’t bring the bread, can't earn the food
overbearing and over-steering
they got us leashed
too tight too tight
because we can’t
do it right do it right
so do something wrong
do something serious
make a huge mess of it
I’m saying get disastrous

It's about time we got disastrous
I’m tellin you to make a mess a this
cause you know it just aint serious--

enough.
Break free of the monotonous
don’t lose your consciousness
fight for the humorous
laugh for agressiveness
and turn the table
once you’re able
if they are right
you better be wrong
stand out from the throng
go ahead cause strife
that is the life
you tried to make
they tried to break
fake no more
and take it back

Someone should

Why is there a puddle at the top of the stairs?
Someone is laughing at me.
      Why is the sky only clear at night?
      Someone is mocking me.
              Why do I start to look forward to something already past?
               Someone is belittling me.
               Someone should consider me.
              Why do I feel so small?
       Someone should respect me.
       Why do I feel so insignificant?
Someone should smile at me.
Why do I feel so sad?
Someone should

Itinerary

I took a train to Seattle.
I took a bus to the market.
I took the crosswalk to you.
I took a word to your ears.
I took an idea to your thoughts.
I took a gesture to your heart.
I took your hand in mine.

Let me pour my soul for you
this porcelain cup will have to do
I have no gold
I have no silver
Porcelain will have to do

Shall I cut up my heart for you?
one lump, or maybe two
I have no cream
I have no sugar
My heart will have to do

Witness

Disclaimer: The following is lengthy and experimental. But if you do read it, do let me know what you think.

"So, before the aliens actually get there, they send a telepathic message to everyone on earth that they're coming. That is, except for me.

"I don't really remember why they came. Even at the end, I wasn't sure if they were helping us or planning to use us. They weren't hauling us away to eat us, or anything. I think maybe the planet was going to be destroyed, so that's why they were coming to pick us up. Anyway, they told us they were coming, they came, and we all got onto their ship, which was massive. I remember being on this bio-deck with a full-sized waterfall.

Weary Servant

Leave home weary servant
you have a new master now
no longer will you milk cows
no longer in the fields work

Your job is much different
but in essence the same
not to cure sick or lame
but to labor among others

You have helpers on this quest
to give good news to everyone
to help them see the rising sun
so that it touches their dark hearts

Your new master you know
is the bright Morning Star
whose light will travel far
through you, weary servant

A few things: In the fifth grade, I received a hardback Wonder Woman journal. It's amazing. I tried keeping it as a journal, but only did that for so long. Then I wrote poetry in it. For those who have known me for a while, know that I like rhyming, and this journal was no exception. Unfortunately. But there's something else. When I was younger, I of course knew it was good to pray, but I understandably wasn't always interested in being inert. Thus, sometimes I would simply draw pictures or write poems instead. Most of the rhymes in this journal are from the heart, a form of my prayer, a result from thinking about God and Christ, but some are so...cheesy that I will never feel comfortable showing them to other people. Even some of the journal entries... why in the heck was I such a melodramatic grade schooler?

Oh well, don't expect too much personal divulging on this blog. I just thought I'd share something I wrote a long time ago (circa seventh grade).