Poetical Truth

Haiku

2004-12-08T08:32:00.000-08:00

Incandescent Goodness
Flash, Flash go the lights,
Strung without care on the walls,
As they shine throughout.

Dirty Relief
The grunt and moan loud,
Before the quick release;
A diaper dirty.

Thankful Consideration
My neck helps to keep
My head from falling off of
My body to death.

To A Murderous Mother (2)

2004-12-08T08:28:00.000-08:00

I already have posted this poem once before, but I revised it for my poetry class. Hopefully, it was an improvement.

The choice to give life or take it away;
You all but think that the baby will pay.
This precious child is now going to die,
Because you believed this wretched evil lie.
You’ll never see the portraits in crayon and paint;
You’ll never hear the “I love you”s soft and faint;
You’ll never tuck in the child warm and snug,
Or feel the little arms give great big hugs.
The sounds of laughter shall never be heard at all,
As you chase the child down the hall.
Your house and heart are quiet, empty, and still
For one small boy or girl will never fill.
The baby has a request, so simple and so bleak-
To forgive his mommy and kiss her on the cheek.

Bloody Recollections

2004-11-16T23:27:00.000-08:00

My hands are weary with age.
No longer do they clutch this sword with ease.
My body frail from years of toil.
…Battle, blood, enemy, fallen friends…
The images flash through my mind
With unbridled, vibrant fury.
I capture these into words
And before those gathered,
I recount the tale of the timeless battle.
“The lines are drawn, both sides ready
With swords unsheathed and sandals tightened.
Commands shouted, actions taken.
A well-oiled machine of war
Poised to strike upon the opposing ranks,
Marches forward at beckoned call.
Each step proclaims our certain death.
As we near our foe with vicious fervor,
My heart within my chest is hammering.
Two armies converge in bloody contact.
With blade in hand I plunge into the hordes,
Seeking for whom I may stab through.
But through the thick masses I see such a foe
As to kindle the fury and fan the rage.
A traitor of sorts, who ran for quick gain,
Faces me know to put up a fight.
Our swords they meet with CLASH and CLANG!
And minute by minute we wage the war.
With no strength left, and energy gone,
I submit myself to the victorious fiend.
But just as he lunges to pierce we straight through
My friend of old jumps in my stead.
Rather than my body cold and dead,
It is he, my friend who was killed this day.
I, with God-given vigor, did pick up my sword,
And finish the act of slaying the man,
Who took the life of a friend so dear.”

But here I am today, unable to stand,
Inflicted by memories that run so deep,
And plague my very soul.

Recognition of Glory

2004-11-04T20:53:00.000-08:00

I stand on this precipice…alone,
The mountains before me looming,
Valleys veiled in blossom and leaf
Lie peacefully below.
The rich multi-toned sky above
A backdrop for the towering peaks.

How dare I stand amidst
This created beauty
And turn my focus inward.
How majestic the view,
Yet how wretched the heart
That stands here thieving God
Of His all-deserving
glory.

Death On A Plate

2004-10-26T23:56:00.000-07:00

A man who lived alone in desert land,
Prepared the way for Jesus Christ to die
And taught the pressing crowds with his own hand.
A feast for friends was thrown by Herod sly,
Whose wife did ask for death of one apply.
She said to bring the head of John, she hates,
To him they brought the head on silver plate.

Disguised Entrapment

2004-10-19T14:59:00.000-07:00

The gates open, the people flock,
Mindlessly traversing the streets.
The children appear happy, always wanting more,
The parents spending money on every whim.
Employees man their stations, put on their masks
And start the machines that control masses.
Hour by hour hearts and minds are conformed
To the ways of the money-hungry tyrant.

Tired feet, weary wallets, strife is in the air,
Children begging, parents reluctantly submitting;
And arguments arise pulling families apart.
Stained shirt, dirty diaper, a hat is lost.
The children restlessly squirm and complain;
Operators biting in reply, only to send them around once more;
Getting dark, all smile for finale;
They turn and go, for the day has finally ended.

The gates close, the people flee
With only dollar in hand,
For they have experienced
The unspoken terror of Disneyland

Life Through Eyes Unseen

2004-10-13T01:36:00.000-07:00

Written in honor of those
who are temporally deaf blind, but will one day
see and hear our glorious Saviour

Peaceful delight in lifelong vision blind,
With no eyes or ears to guide him through;
His world a painted image in his mind.

The ease of life now complex, intertwined
Difficult tasks, all must start anew;
Peaceful delight in lifelong vision blind.

The raised letters he reads so unrefined,
His fingers glide across the page so new;
His world a painted image in his mind.

A friendship with the fellow sightless defined
As love for each other that all pursue;
Peaceful delight in lifelong vision blind.

So much unknown, for sight loss is combined
With unreceptive ears he knows is true;
His world a painted image in his mind.

The joy of seeing Jesus and all mankind,
He bows before the King and says, “Thank you”;
Peaceful delight in lifelong vision blind,
His world a painted image in his mind.

Abandoned Responsibility

2004-10-06T01:00:00.000-07:00

Their tears are soft, their bodies very frail;
The night so cold, it chills them to the bone.
In hopeless times, they’re left to live alone,
Among others who try and try but fail.
They weep and mourn for fear of pending death;
Their souls cry out for freedom from the dark;
They pray to God in heaven to give a spark
In hearts so thankful to breathe another breath.
A father’s abuse, a mother’s wrathful neglect;
The blood and tears still flow, O will they cease?
So little has been done to bring them peace,
For no one humbly gives them love or respect .
The children within streets, for relief they plead,
The Church should come to help in time of need.

Autumn

2004-09-21T22:45:00.000-07:00

A big golden sun melting
Across the sharp distant horizon;
The rays of light splitting the clouds,
The landscape now a sea of light.

The spectrum of colors of rolling hills;
Each lurid leaf with different hue
Fusing to form a blazing tree
Amidst the painted countryside.

A lone road carpeted with leaves,
Weaving throughout the grand maples,
Hosts a father and his son
As they stroll in the evening light.

A wonderful place, a world of dreams,
Conceived on the canvas of the mind.
This painting is better than all the rest
It’s time that I move to the next.

The Cross

2004-09-14T13:40:00.000-07:00

a piece
of wood
placed
in the
ground,
a place
of death
for many
criminals,
constructed for those who deserve to pay for their deeds,
three were placed upon a hill titled the place of the skull.
the limp
body of a
guiltless
man upon
the tree,
crimson
life drips
from his
gaping
wounds,
with one
last cry
he ends
the agony,
no longer
will I
endure to
watch him
suffer for
my sin,
I turn and
go back,
my heart
in anguish,
for Jesus
has given
his own life.

The Nature of a Poem

2004-09-04T21:44:00.000-07:00

O how could beautiful poetry be labeled as junk?
Many toss the words and grind them in the dirt;
They crumple the paper and lock it in the trunk,
Only to be forever emotionally scarred and hurt.
But God in His wisdom has allowed us to enjoy the entire
Realms of words so we may be at rest
Taking them to heights to which many people aspire.
We sweat and toil to produce for God our best,
But all that drips on the page is trash it seams;
And yet is put out to see for all those round
And then changes to art with each face that gleams.
As they read, their heart is to the page, bound
Soon they find themselves soaring high in the sky,
For with our words, we have taught them how to fly.

A Hypocritical Man

2004-05-27T18:32:00.000-07:00

There once was a time when I played the game,
When the world and I looked just the same.
But those at church they just couldn't see
All of the sin that was inside of me

I would put on a face, I would put on a show
Just b/c I didn't want them to know
That I wasn't for real that I was a fake
And what I did wasn't for Jesus sake

I had the Savior in my soul
But my spiritual life was in a lull
God's Word failed to bring any peace
And from my sin, I felt no release

I was a believer with a lying tongue
Saying it was because I was too young
I made people think that everything was fine,
When I was trying to live both sides of the line.

But then the Lord showed me my sin,
I knew I had to repent and be cleansed from within.
I surrendered all I held dear,
For the purpose of my life had finally come clear.

I was to glorify Him in all I do
And He would be there to see me through.
So do not hid what you are inside,
Live for Him and He will guide.

My Beloved Sister

2004-05-27T18:18:00.000-07:00

A tender blossom with vibrant colors,
Blooming in the morning light;
Each pedal so delicate, soft and pure,
Very precious in His sight.

My sister has bloomed into a beautiful flower,
A women of exceptional grace;
Loving the Savior more each day,
Longing to see His face.

Her steadfast trust in the promises of God,
Revealing a heart that longs
To be present in the glorious paradise;
She knows that’s where she belongs.

I love the woman that I call my sister
God gave this gift to me.
We’ll go our separate ways in life,
But friends we’ll forever be.

My Inspiration

2004-05-27T18:05:00.000-07:00

As I begin to write this little, simple verse,
I’m reminded of how indebted I am to grace.
So His wonderful works for me, I will always rehearse.

I will fight the good fight, and one day finish the race
But for now I dwell here yearning for the light
That exudes and pours from the King’s glorious face.

But now I’m back to the question of why I write.
What inspires me to write of things not seen with the eyes
And why to putting words to rhyme and meter I delight.

My inspiration comes not from the earth’s soil, but the skies
Where I see my Savior with glory all around, arise.

An Innocent Plea

2004-05-27T00:10:00.000-07:00

I went to the party, Mom,
I remember what you said.
You told me not to drink,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though others said I should.
I know I did the right thing
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending.
Everyone was driving out of sight,
As I got into my car,
I know I’d get home in one piece
Because of the way you reared me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away
As sober as can be.
The other car was speeding
And swerved into me.
As I lay there on the pavement,
I hear the cop say,
“The other guy is drunk”
And now I have to pay.
Mom, I wish you could get here soon.
I’m lying here dying
The only comfort I can get
Is through my own crying
There is blood all around me,
And most of its mine.
I can hear the medic say,
I’ll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn’t drink
It was the others,
The others didn’t think.
The guy who hit me is walking,
And I don’t think its fair
That I’m lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
He made the mistake
But he doesn’t care.
He caused the wreck,
And he’s still alive.

Tell my brother not to cry
Tell Daddy to be brave
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave
Someone probably told him
Not to drink and drive.
If only he had listened, Mom,
I would still be alive.

I can’t see anything now
Its all going black
If I had a chance to change this
I would definitely go back.
My breath is getting shorter,
But I’m not scared
Please don’t cry for me
I know I’m prepared.
I have one last question, Mom,
Before I say goodbye.
I didn’t drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

The Love & Trust of a Friend

2004-05-18T20:36:00.000-07:00

This was probably the first voluntary poem I ever wrote. It was written for my dear friend David Zimmer back in the spring of my eighth grade year. It shows my heart flowing out into statements of lyrical form.

Yea, what great love
One must have for a friend.
A friend who cares
When all has forsaken and all is lost.
Oh, the compassion,
For my deepest of companions.
There is great joy in my soul,
As we walk side by side down the path
Towards our resting place.

This world is all around, tearing at my clothes,
Tormenting me.
But as I yearn for the end,
I stay close to you,
With my eyes focused on my Guide,
The Lord of lords.
Together we shall,
With all endurance,
Finish this journey.
But until we have reached the gates
We shall encourage and love each other
For coming ages.

The Prayer of a Martyr

2004-05-18T20:31:00.000-07:00

This poem was written my ninth grade year after reading a book called Jesus Freaks by D.C. Talk. That book told the stories of hundreds of Christians who had stood for their faith and had died for it. Is your faith strong enough to withstand painful persecution?

O Lord my God
I shall sing Thy praises.
For what is there to do after a life lived for You?
All there is, is to lay my life down.
For You did so on my behalf.
Bring me to my knees,
So that I may be a living vessel for You, in final hours of weakness.
With Your peace transcendent on my soul,
I will walk to my death, with patience to wait, for Thy presence.
O Redeemer!
Relieve me from my pain,
The pain of the shackles around my wrists
And the ripped flesh on my back;
Save me from my sorrow,
My sorrow for the wicked souls of my persecutors.
Only with Thy grace can I forgive them.
O Savior!
Forgive me of any grievances that You shall have against me, O Lord,
So that in the end, I may be pure,
Pure in Thy holy sight, O God.
Clean my face,
For I am dirty on this dusty ground.
For I am humbled at the sight of Your glory.
I do not deserve to die
Die for my Savior's sake
For it was not me who died for Him,
But He who died for me.
I am not worthy to be called Your child.
Give me humility, O Father
As I walk to my death,
Death for my Lord.

Distracted Friends

2004-05-18T20:13:00.000-07:00

This is a poem I wrote when I was in eighth grade, expressing my frustration with the friends around me. It is a prayer for those who are Christians and yet have allowed sin into their lives and continue to live in it despite several warnings.

Calm my soul, O Lord
Let me be at rest in our loving arms
For I am in anguish.
My heart is concerned for those around me
The ones I call my friends.
For what is this perversity
That has entered their lives?
Does this bring joy?
Or does it create sorrow?
For, yea, this world is full of pleasure
For those who dwell in it.
But in the end it will only bring resentment
For this reason, O Lord
I lay my life in your hands,
Because you only can bring rest and comfort.
And you shall never perish.
O Father, break them.
Bring them back to repentance,
So that we can press on towards the goal,
Stronger than ever.

Unworthy

2004-05-10T21:36:00.000-07:00

Oh, my wretched soul,
My sick mind,
My contrite heart.
Consume me, O God
With Your fire.
In these times of despair and sorrow,
You are my Deliver.
You will pull me from the shadow of Death.
I will fear nothing,
Nothing but Your wrath.
For Thy grace abounds
Where Your glory dwells,
And in You I see Your perfection.
O High King of heaven,
Bless Thy servant
According to Thy mercy
For yea I am not worthy.

Beneath the Cross

2004-05-10T21:35:00.000-07:00

Oh, the torment My Lord suffered
With nothing to lose, not even His death,
And as I stand here in this solitary place,
I look to no one,
No one but You.
My life is Yours with nothing left.
For yea I am a wretched man, with such imperfection.
With Your blood dripping down my head,
All I see in this dark sky is You,
Your conquering the gates of hell.
With the iron through Your wrists
And the thorns ripping Your flesh.
Again I realize I will never feel,
A torn and crimson back upon
So cold and barren wood.
As I look up at your body hanging on a tree,
I watch all life disappear from Your limp hands,
And you give everything up that has value on this sinful earth.
With your body being dragged down from the cross,
I feel the tears run down my cheek,
Tears of joy and sorrow.
For with my heart broken
I will strive to press on towards the goal.
Then with Your body in the grave
My joy turns to grief,
For yea it is then I feel alone and afraid
For You did not go with the sounds of agony
But like a lamb waiting to be killed, with nothing to say.
For yea now You shall be glorified, conquering death.
These things I witness and experience...from beneath the cross.

The Glorious Cure

2004-05-10T21:33:00.000-07:00

I am infected by this contagious disease from within;
It claws at my mind, my soul all the day.
Sickness on my breath, polluting the words I say.
My feeble body ailing in the state I’m in.
Ready to give up; my strength is wearing thin.
Oh, to cure this disease—I must find a way,
To destroy this infection and to take all the symptoms away.
Is there any relief from this undying, ruthless sin?
Yea, it is not I who carries this load,
But Christ my Solid Rock, Redeemer, and Friend,
Whose perpetual love and faithfulness shall never end,
Will continue to carry me down this long and treacherous road.
With a grateful heart and a pleasant soul, I sing,
To worship and to praise my Master and my King

Regrets and Resolutions

2004-05-10T21:31:00.000-07:00

How have the years of my life flown by so fast?
Did I waste them; giving in to selfish pleas;
My desires I sought and pursued and longed to appease;
Each vain pursuit seemed new and unsurpassed.
Now I see the futility of my passions past.
I was deeply infected, plagued by a common disease.
I am disgusted to think that I had the desire to please
My sin, which has deep results so to extraordinary and vast.
Oh to change my life from these wasteful ways.
I want to be, only in the eyes of the Savior, seen
As one who only serves Him, with my heart ablaze,
Living with the supremacy of God as my daily routine
And pursuing to give Him all glory and honor and praise
May I be a Christocentric, world-changing teen

Longing for a Lost Life

2004-05-10T21:27:00.000-07:00

There once was a man who lived on a beach,
Enjoying the crisp sea air.
He would gaze at the water and the beauty of the sea
Living without a care.

Many a night he would stand on the shore
Staring at the sky.
But tonight as he looks at the starry heavens,
A star catches his eye.

One star dangling over the sea
Shining with brilliance anew,
Flashes images across the mind of the man
Of a person he once knew.

Continues he down the wave swept shore
Water surging with the tide.
Footprints embedded in the sand
With each sorrowful stride.

The sea now gentle with only ripples abroad
Shining in the moonlight,
Once took the life of a friend of the man
Under the waves of might.

Solemnly the man stares at the waters,
Longing for that life,
That life that was lost in the waves long ago
Belonging to his wife.

To a Murderous Mother

2004-03-29T23:24:00.000-08:00

The choice to give life or to take it away
“I have the right to kill” is what you say
You put in your hands this precious baby’s life
Not creating freedom, but producing a world of strife.
You’ll never see the portraits in crayon and paint
You’ll never hear the “I love you”s soft and faint
Never will you tuck in the child warm and snug
Or feel the little arms give a great big hug.
The sounds of laughter shall never be heard at all
As you chase and wrestle the child down the hall.
The slow, gentle breathing, the soft hair
Delicately showing the Father’s care.
The baby has a request, a request so bleak-
To forgive his mommy and kiss her on the cheek.

The Crowns

2004-03-29T22:50:00.000-08:00

A Crown of Righteousness

A crown of righteousness reserved for me.
Why is it reserved for me?
For when in heaven my Lord I’ll meet,
I will fall at His feet.
He will crown me on that day
When I hear Him tenderly say
“Well done, My good and faithful one,
Enjoy the presence of the Son.”
A crown of righteousness reserved for me.
Why is it reserved for me?

A crown of righteousness I do not deserve
So why for me does a crown he reserve?
I have not earned this gift of love
Given by the great Father above.
All the righteous I have done
Is all because of Jesus, the Son.
May I give Him the ultimate glory,
And forever tell of His wondrous story.
A crown of righteousness I do not deserve
So why for me does a crown he reserve?

A Crown of Thorns

Oh crown of thorns with wicked teeth,
That bites the flesh underneath.
Each spine with fury pierces His head,
Gushing forth blood, warm and red.

A thousand thorns stabbing with power
Into this man His final hour
When all was forsaken and all was lost
He endured the pain and hung on a cross

Why a crown of such disgrace?
For was it not in this place
That they wanted to crown Him Lord
To kill Rome by the sword.

Now they spit on the One;
They punch and kick and call it fun.
Does He deserve the crown of thorns
That His head now adorns?

Oh how innocent the blood He spilt!
He bore our sins and our guilt.
This man of sorrow endured each thorn,
The lashing insults, the murderous scorn.

2003-10-28T20:45:00.000-08:00

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