Peace and Rest

I hate my life.

I hate myself.

Full of anger.

Full of fear.

Full of questions.

Hurt. Hurting.

Lost. Confused.

When will this all end?

Please God,

In Jesus name.

Help me. Help me.

Help me. Help me;

To be free, free

from all my worries.

No more worries.

No more stress,

just peace and rest.


Blowing in the Wind

The Lord is calling me back

So I hungrily went to church.

I was moved and revived.

Afterwards, taking care of the practical

I took my resume to the bottle depot

hoping to find work.

With my empty stomach in mind

I began to pray to the Lord for His provision,

and blessings, reminding him I need my daily bread

And you wouldn’t believe it –

as soon as I finished praying

there it was –  an answer to my prayer

tumbling along the sidewalks,

20 dollars!

Blowing in the wind.



Until Tomorrow

It’s hard to believe in more;

people and things like church;

Or should I say powers,

Like God!?


When I can’t even function

enough to get up and shower.


When I had faith I felt unstoppable;

like when it first occurred now I’m probably cursed;

life is probable: It’s gonna keep beating you down;

I’m supposed to play nice without making a frown?


People’s morals are so weak,

to lead them means to be a clown!

I’m tired of helping piss ants

I’d rather drop my pants and piss on them;


light them of fire!


Yet I’m not helping anyone

I’ve gone so bitter I don’t know how to quit;

The personalities I’ve manifested to fight this reality;

I’ve turned into something I’m not meant to be!

I fight fuckers off and yet my soul is pleading


Someone save me!


A disgrace to society; labelled and shelved

I delve into myself and wonder how I was so fucking stupid;

It’s time for bravery but its hard to be intrepid when everyone

is just as stupid!


I cannot save myself for the lack of you saving me;

We’re digging this grave together;

When we’ve given up the fight;

We shall lay here forever!


Or at least until tomorrow.