171. Ignorance Fallen from grace, Lost faith, Unforgiveable ignorance, And inconvenient knowledge. I can no longer think of either of us, The same as when you had my trust, as when I had my respect. At times, I only wish to eject, You wholly from my life. Go back to before, to focus only on the holy, to before, when God was who I prayed to, who I expected to: Save a wretch like me. who I always wanted: To believe. But you, like Him, seem present only on a whim. I'm through with absent heroes and, Misplaced worship of what's on the surface. I miss when the words I heard from you Carried more than just their own weight. I can no longer stay up late to debate Your strength and my weakness. I can't forgive all you don't know. Because when I needed to confess Was an inconvenience. My life may be a mess. But I no longer want either of your help To clean it up. Fallen from grace, Lost faith, Unforgiveable ignorance, And inconvenient knowledge.
Tag: Poetry
Moonlit Musing: Judgement Calls
You Can Do Better
You can do better.
But maybe,
he’s what you deserve…
What you’re earned
Driven by fear
And not ambition. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Judgement Calls”
Haiku Sunday – Snow
“Snow”
Fleeting innocence
dust fluttering to the ground
a fresh sheet of white
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Cycle
“Cycle”
Bodies in orbit,
eternal in human terms,
so we say New Year.
Steve D
Super Old Poetry Post!
Once again, I have written no new poetry for this week XD I cannot multitask to save my life. So here’s an old poem I forgot I had written:
Between Two
She’s got 2 boys, she wishes were 1 man –
One gives attention and care; always overeager to be ‘there’,
The shoulder to cry on, the lending, helping hand.
And the other?
He’s the blockade behind which she stands,
Useless but familiar; at least he’s a known burden. Continue reading “Super Old Poetry Post!”
Haiku Sunday – Herbalism
“Herbalism”
Is drinking beer steeped
with hibiscus the modern
man’s herbalism?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Rogue
“Rogue”
Sometimes a bit of
mischief is necessary
for an honest cause.
Steve D
Moonlit Musing – Homesickness
Maryland
I’m scared to see you
My forsaken muse, My forgotten disease,
The words you once pulled from me
With such tainted ease,
Have been traded for these medicated
New views of what I should adhere to,
And who it is I should listen to,
And hunting for a new way to get by. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Homesickness”
Haiku Sunday – Beltway
“Beltway”
Would that our beltways
actually constrained our
cities’ greedy sprawls.
Steve D
Moonlit Musing – Misery
The folly of fools,
And the demolition of rules,
Listen to the lesson:
Don’t deny what you are.
Read the board,
Written stark white on black, Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Misery”
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