Saturday, April 23, 2016

#67: Tears of my Enemies



Vengeance is a cup
A cup filled to the brim
To commemorate the moment
Where I claim my win

I vanquished my greatest rivals
Left them in cold defeat
They’ll never be the same
They’ll never claim my seat

I finally reached the top
And proved my haters wrong
I proved that I am greater
And have been all along

My enemies now locked away
Stripped of all they own
Chained up in a dank dungeon
Left to weep and moan

My guards go down to them
Armed with a mere cup
They hold it to my captives faces
So their tears would fill it up

Then as I feast in glory
Up in my great palace
The guards come to my table
And fill up my golden chalice

I eat the food of kings
But my drink is oh so clear
I want to taste the sweetness
Of every single tear

One thing I can’t ignore
As I wine and dine
The tears of my enemies
Their taste is just like mine

Sunday, April 17, 2016

#66: A Thousand Eyes mean a Million are Watching

They’re always watching
Down on the ground
Up in the skies
Thousands of cameras
Millions of eyes
They see me
But they do not know me
They track my movement
But know not of my dreams
I’m only a number to them
I’m more than a number


  
We are living in the age of Panopticism. The world is watching you, judging you, and calculating what you represent to society. Whether it be your credit history, your internet browser history, or your work productivity, society values quantifiable data more then ever before. But what of things that are immeasurable? What of your dreams? What of your internal longings and desires? The world observes you, but it does not know you.  

Sunday, April 10, 2016

#65: Beneath the Surface

In Bible study, we are going through 1st John. I love how it spells out what Christianity is and how to live it. It keeps it simple. One of the major takeaways of 1st John is the concept of being in the light. Below is a poem about being in the dark and some of the fear that comes with putting your true self out there. 



Beneath the surface in the shadows I hide
Afraid of what I become when I walk in the light
I only show the parts that look clean
But you desire for my all to be redeemed
I am so afraid of my decay
I am so tired of running away
I can’t keep hiding and fake who I am
Will you recognize my face?
Will you accept my meek embrace?


Sunday, April 3, 2016

#64: Colorblind





He’s colorblind 

He can’t see the world  
Through your eyes 
He won’t understand  
Even when he tries

He’s colorblind 

Where does he go? 
Whom does he seek? 
Everywhere he turns 
To him it’s all bleak 

Nothing to live for  
Nothing to defend 
His ideas dissolving 
His beliefs are a trend 

He lives in a gray world 
Wants color to gain 
But he’s blinded by jealousy 
Selfishness and pain 

He can’t find meaning 
Or something to live for 
He’s on top of the world 
But he needs more 

He’s colorblind 

He doesn't quite grasp 
What he should do 
He cannot trust 
What he thinks is true 

How can he know 
The good from the bad? 
When present day morals 
Are yesterday’s fad 

He has no foundation  
No place to call home 
He’ll take a step forward 
But have nowhere to go