“Things That Destroy”

10/7/16
Written by: Victor P.

“Things That Destroy”

Neglect numbs us from within,
Indifference is a poison in our veins,
Apathy is a cancer consuming us,
Wrong hatred will destroy us.

We can’t just keep trying by our own efforts;
We can’t keep pushing God away like He doesn’t exist;
We can’t keep doing the same thing again and again
Expecting a different result for that’s insanity!

We can’t keeping hoping for the best
While we sit back and do nothing.
Nothing good will come of our inaction,
We must rise up and do something.

What makes us think only we can change things?
We’re not the answer to our problems,
Try as we may, we can’t save ourselves,
We’re not God, we can’t do what He can!

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“Thoughts Aired”

3/26/16.
Written by: Victor P.

“Thoughts Aired”

What in anything is worth anything?
What in life is worth the pain?
What’s worth losing to something gain?
What’s it all for if all goes to nothing?

Shine bright, dream, before vanishing;
Pray true, heart, for some hopeful time;
Fail fast, body, from this famishing;
Hang low, hands that worked the crime.

Above the soft white swims by,
Below the hard hears a goodbye
Uttered by dying lips, last dance,
Burns now away change’s chance.

Little lasts my strength for need,
Fallow lies the ground for seed,
Burns slow another part of given thread,
Stagnates the water and molds the bread.

Ends the dream of happy days,
Fades the hope of comfortable life,
Strife’s filled many yesterdays,
Comfort dies at the hands of strife.

Never forget it nor its value diminish,
What is worth most, treasure, cherish,
Until last breath, yes, until life’s finish,
Ever in salvation through Christ relish.

Sight to see the given good is imperfect, truth I say,
Damage see like the sun in the sky on a cloudless day.

“Mad World Note”

3/7/16
Written by: Victor P.

“Mad World Note”

It’s a mad, mad world out there, boy,
So many want nothing more than everything
That the world can give and they can take;
Always running, always chasing something.

You’ll reach out your hand to help them
And they’ll stab you in the back for it;
The helping hands of sinner-saints
Seem to mock hellbound sinners.

Every intention is interpreted,
Or rather misinterpreted, by so many;
All that’s considered altruism is a lie in the eyes of the blind
Who have never cared to care for anyone but themselves.

It seems a pessimistic conception of the world
And it’s sad to say it’s true, my boy, it’s true.
Who can make sense of a world so confusing,
Confusing itself and confusing its inhabitants?

Chase what you will,
Try to get your fill
But it just might kill,
No good will fulfill.

The sirens’ songs replay their old damning tune
And the fools’ feet draw them to their own doom.
The world’s a crazy place made worse by madmen;
We contribute to the problem by listening to them.

“Thoughts Through Days”

3/19/16
Written by: Victor P.

“Thoughts Through Days”

Lies through crooked teeth
Reach itching ears tickled plenty.
A veil for a coward with no spine,
The chance to pass the drawn line,
The cancer of the modern mind,
The pride of the foolish blind.

Blood spatter on white sheets,
Bloody hands and innocents’ ends,
Some prayer to ceiling reaches,
Some liar others to lie teaches.

Through broken glass see hope for tomorrow,
Through tears and loss see the good in sorrow,
Through dark times tread the set path,
Through faith in Christ escape wrath.

Bloody knuckles and aching knees,
Weary hearts and longing souls,
Shattered dreams and cold enemies,
Lives with those unfilled holes.

To broken hearts mending shown,
To seeking souls truth made known,
To faithful ones reward given,
To the repentant sins forgiven.

An encouraging word from dry lips,
A hand to keep from dangerous slips,
A smile from a face of scars from life,
A warm embrace for one fighting strife.

“The Old in the New”

1/5/16
Written by: Victor P.

“The Old in the New”

We bring the old into the new,
It is another year but we remain the same;
Changes with the new are in few,
Another fear to fight, new deeds of shame.

Changes are not easy to make;
Trying has a chance of failure.
How much more can we take?
O, what is for our ills the cure?

Our resolutions aren’t promises
But hollow inside and superficial outside,
And giving in to compromises
Is a step from the right to the wrong side.

Make no mention
Of your intention
Of habit’s retention;
You want attention.

Deprivation and waste,
Elimination and haste,
Repentance and relapse,
Hypocrisy and collapse.

Repeating the same mistakes,
Repeating the same old sins,
Sitting on the same old pins
And playing the same fakes.

We’ll point our fingers at anyone
As long as it’s not at ourselves;
But we must when we are won
Go take mirrors off the shelves.

We severed ties we’ve long had
And broke the bonds of love.
What’s it brought us is very sad;
None would envy it to have.

We say as we look back on our past
‘We did not know what wouldn’t last’
But maybe we just didn’t care enough to find out
And now we fear the future, are full of new doubt.

We burn the days if we tread carelessly
And we’ll believe that we are helplessly
Left on our own, left to fight, left to die,
But that is not true, it is false, it is a lie!

What’s it brought us, all our trying?
More failures, and tears for drying?
Experience can be a cruel teacher
And foolishness is a great reacher.

If life is hard and thus must be
Then is there a light we can see
To show the way that we all should go?
Answers to life’s questions can we know?

We are like a broken record
Playing the same old song;
O, but can any of us afford
To keep this all up for long?

Are we chasing dreams
That quickly fade away?
O, whose heart screams
That there’s another way?

What’s it all for if all goes to nothing?
Can we win, gain or receive anything?
There must be more and there must be something
More than all there is, more than our everything!

Is the darkness surrounding us all we’ll see?
Shall the light come or are we all left to be
Casualties who fought a futile war?
Is this what our life was made for?

Are we to look to the future with hope and expectation?
With fear and doubt? With excitement and determination?
What’s done is done and what’s gone is gone
But there’s still much that can be by us won!

Look back and reflect, see this life’s not for us to waste;
Look forward and sift through the past and come taste
The harvest of the present and sow the seeds for the future
You wish to see and wait, tend, care, a future harvest is sure.

“A Few Observations”

12/8/16
Written by: Victor P.

“A Few Observations”

So many love to lie,
So many bold in sinning,
Cowardly in standing
For what’s right and true.

Crooked spines and empty minds,
Crooked ways and compromise,
Exchanging truth for lies,
Watching as time flies, dies.

Down the slippery slope
At full speed like fools,
Down, down, down they go,
Where, they don’t even know.

“Nights End the Days”

2/16/16.
Written by: Victor P.

“Nights End the Days”

The lifeless silhouettes of our dreams
And fantasies before our weary eyes,
The days we burned without thought,
The haste with which we heeded lies.

It is all something serious, a heavy burden of shame,
Or is it nothing if all is from nothing to nothing going?
We can gain nothing if nothing will be ours in the end;
We can lose nothing if we’ve never really had anything.