HORSE TRADER

Broken mustang,

Blinded equus,

World without dying end;

At the hands of every man’s appetite

And unable self destruction to mend,

I wander the circles of hope and amusement

Always trying the death grip to fend;

When will I give into Christ’s example

And to the Father’s will bend?

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NOTHING NEW

I cannot live with the one who I have become;

What the whole world has witnessed;

What to myself I have done.

I only want to get lost in forever

And to the memory to be numb.

 

But the soul and eternity are a deadly tag team

And erasing the past is a fantasy’s dream

That comes around in cycles

As a wish to be clean

When the idea that the world plants

Is that I am not what I seem.

 

I am not what I seem.

I am an horrible sinner;

Without the idea of Christ

I am in no way a winner

And the sins that I harbor

Seem to boil, stew and simmer

Until they are terribly seared

And a burned on residue;

That needs to be discarded

In the cemetery with the rest

To be recycled

While another one is put to the test

Until the efforts come together

To find what is the best; Christ,

The only one among us, Adam and Eves

Who is new.

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OLD SONGS

Nobody’s fool and

Everybody’s fool

Came together for a while;

He to learn another line to the chorus

She to find another mystery to file;

Never able to procreate

Too old to have a child,

She went on

To dream something happy,

He to more verses to pile.

In the end she reached

The hundred year milestone and

He became simply senile.

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