#91: The Fallen World

Written back in 2007, the worlds changed, but it's still the same

http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/04/middleeast/aleppo-syria-civil-war/

Here stands the world in its fallen state

Where white lies and pettiness transform into hate

Where we build up walls to hide from our fate

My blackened heart buys into the emptiness

Afraid to seek what’s really inside of us

What could possibly be our original purpose?

For the things I've seen are perverted and twisted

The deprivation of man shines with our hatred

We’re separated from what’s pure and sacred

We’re separated by an eternal day

We owe a debt that we cannot repay

For we defiled what is perfect and made it unclean

We have stolen our innocence and left our spirit demeaned

We feast on our flesh as children die

We feast on our flesh as poor men cry

We feast on our flesh and live for the day

Shallow and hollow we respect what we earn

But the depths of our soul seeks the eternal

Redemption, redemption is the only way for my soul’s sake

Redemption, redemption, is the only way for mankind’s sake

When judgment comes to sweep up the nations

When enemy upon enemy take up battle stations

All of our hiding places will quickly burn

All of our children will have nowhere to turn

For our gift to them is wrath and our names have been cursed

All that could possibly be good will have already dispersed

For we believe in ourselves and wage our wars

In hopes that our injustice will give us more

#60: Back to the Nest (Part 3)

Thanks again to Chris Tan and Drew Tan for coming up with the ending to this poem. Its way better then it would have been if I tried to come up with my own ending. Here it is below.

Time would pass to darkness

Another rising sun

Her body now felt paralyzed

She couldn't even run

Too tired now to shiver

Too worn out to even breathe

Death now imminently close

But this world she cannot leave

She gathers all her energy

For one more glorious chirp

One last defiant act

At death upon this earth

A giant creature approaches

An animal unknown

Warmth oh warmth and gentleness 

From the giant is what’s shown.

Effortlessly floating

In a soft cocoon

This giant so tenderly rescuing her 

From her certain doom

A familiar sound is heard

Mama perks her ears

Her baby birds are singing

It brought mama bird to tears.

Home sweet home never felt truer

Then here with her family

Eternally she’d be thankful

For this giant’s humility

#59: Back to the Nest (Part 2)

This poor bird with it's broken wing. The bird's pain may be physical, but her despair is for her babies. Her determination and persistence is not to find relief, but to find home, to find her family. She knows that if she can't make it home, her baby birds will not survive. Sometimes, reality is grim, and the stakes are high. I admire this birds guts.

Here is part 2. Next week is the conclusion. Will she find her way home?

Bird with Broken Wing by Barbara Banthien

Persistent and determined

A glare glazed across her eyes

This moment of great trial

Would not become her own demise

She plucked some worms out from the mud 

With her weary beaten beak

The storm had softened up the ground

Making the worms easy to seek

She then marched aimlessly

Hoping to find her nest

Sadly she was lost 

This had become a hopeless quest

As tears streamed down her cheek

It wasn't from the pain,

It was from the thought that she 

Would never be home again
Her babies were her pride and joy

She loved them oh so much

But they would have to carry on,

Without a mothers touch.

Not a promising scenario

They likely won’t survive

Mama chose to keep on searching

Her motherly sense of pride

Wandering for hours

Homes still not in sight

The overbearing pain

Now adding to her plight

Alas her tank on empty

Her body exhausted and weak

She fell to the ground with nothing left

Survival looking bleak

#52: Better to be Broken

You see of me, so many things

But what of things unspoken?

What’s deep inside, I try to hide

Hoping it won’t be awoken

I act so odd with this façade,

Only my surface you see me flaunting

Down to the bone I feel alone

To conceal so much of me is daunting

As time attacks, my surface cracks

Exposed and out in the open

Why do I claim perfections name?

When it’s better to be broken

The stupid lies and fake disguise

It leaves so much of me in wanting

Beyond these clues are Holy truths

That can end this wicked haunting