God is good

My hope is a pesky fly
I am a die hard
struggling through
the hills of hell
and a sea
of yucky
yesterdays
on many days
only hope
drags me
through to
see another
tomorrow
If I am not dead
hope is not dead
If hope is dead
God is dead
If God is dead
we’re all screwed
because everything
that is good
comes from
God
because God
is good

Warm Words

Do not grow weary
Don’t give up
hang tight
to that
rope of hope
til the light
breaks through
the black skies
of despair and
misery
there are
better days
to come
where nightmares
turn to
beautiful
grand dreams
and our
mind’s deep
troubles
shall fade away
like fog
Sometimes the
Sun hides
like a
celebrity
for
months
do not lose
hope
hang in
there
hang on
to the hand
of God
cling tight
with all your
strength and
all your might
and if you so
tightly cling
nothing shall
rip you
from his grip

Death awaits

The casket
the urn
the spreading
of ashes
Oh everyone
has their day
no  soul
shall escape
the claw
of death
Oh don’t
waste
your life
on the
train
to
vanity
that takes
the tracks
to a
desolate
heart
Your not promised
another thing
not a day
not a minute
not a second
not a single breath
only God knows
your time
swollen minds
oozing with
pride
say there is
no God.
Oh how on Earth
can they
possibly know?

Without God

Without God
we are just
fleshy mannequins
here on Earth
with no
apparent
reason
all our
splendid
great
deeds
are good
as the
garbage
heap
and
philosophy
and wisdom
are a
complete
waste
of time
our words
nothing
but hot air
and bad
breath
and nothing
is crucial
as the world
worships
beauty
wealth
and fame
the recipe
for
emptiness
eating a
hole
through
the
soul
and all
the trinkets
and trophies
and gaud
are worthless
our life’s
work
void
dead on
arrival
as we
squirm
dissatisfied
and thirsty
for more
and we
drink or
drug
or work
til we’re
ragged
until our
souls are
shredded
like
a
piñata
but I
tell you
that
God
is our
great
and
glorious
hope
if you
trust him
like you
trust the
sun to
come
up

On A Good Day

On A Good Day

I feel whole
in my soul
without worry
or woe
for the almighty God
is holding
my hand
and all my
deep misery
dried up
tomorrow
no longer
staring me
down
like a
vicious
dog
and I
am free
as the
air
my spine
no longer
cold from
the icicles
of paranoia
freed from
the forlorn
fog
of my
depressed
head
and I am
no longer
lonely
hanging
out
with
the one
and only
me
and the
hum of
my fan

Brownout

A steady diet

of excrement

fed to our

ears and 

eyes

bullshit

and wicked

lies

the truth

is buried

deep

beneath

a heap

of turds 

and angry

vile vicious 

words

the

tv 

a giant

rectum

spoon feeding

addicted

brains

hungry

for 

pure

raw 

shit

jonesing 

and feening

from

dawn to dusk

no longer

knowing

who

to trust

and they

keep on

gobbling

poop

until they

vomit

thick

dark

rage

to ears

turned

into

sewers 

overflowing 

out their

mouths

and flood

the world

until the

truth

Is totally

sunk

down

deep in

a sea

of 

merd 

The Cold Goodbye

Good old chums

no longer friends

once thought

to be

to the very

end

smashed into

smithereens

torn to

shreds

by new

beliefs 

a casualty 

of the

cold hard

axe

crazed

enraged

like

wild

macaques 

our beliefs 

no longer 

sacred

and respect

has been

thrown

out of

the 

bus 

it’s you

and me

and no

longer

us

and suddenly 

we don’t 

know

each other

anymore 

the aftermath 

of verbal 

war

each of us

shown to

the door

and common 

ground

is chewed

up like meat

by malicious 

anger’s

fierce

sharp

teeth

and we

stomp 

off in

rage

never to

meet

again

the door

slammed

shut tight

forever

locked

in enmity

then I’m 

left silent

and sad