A Silly Conflict Of Desires

To the Lyricist: a song.

I am the seeking one

I see life as split into two
But notice sneaky shades of grey too

I sit on the palm tree
The clock strikes three
Jesus I just need to see

I spot him by the door
Right on the dot of four
Through the entrance people pour
To secure a place near him on the floor

He says nothing until five
As some latecomers arrive
Now the place is like a beehive
I make sure to mind my own drive
Wondering what others hope to derive

Crowds hear as he speaks
Of wisdom his mouth reeks
To the wrecked he brings a sure fix
Without him Earth could soon be in a fix
Darn! I am hungry and it is just six
And I had waited for this for weeks

It chimes seven
And I am so riven
My hunger is a given
But I am also driven
To seek Christ’s truths that enliven
Setting me free from death’s oven
Argh! But please be done before eleven

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8 responses to “A Silly Conflict Of Desires

  1. can’t believe you were thinking about food, with HIM right there!!! lol

  2. Hahhahahaha!!!!!! Lollll!!!!!!

  3. Okay Chris–you are going to freak. I have a poem in drafts called: Seven. I am going to post it–because we are on the same page!! different sides of it, I think–but weirdly in sync.

    7…I did it a little differently–but I heard the call of “7”.

    Tripping…I be tripping….

    • Hehehehehe!!!!! Same page? That’d be a kick! Of course, different sides. By definition, two insame writers cannot be on exactly same side. Insanity means diversity. Once you are outta that box, there is a huge world out there. Okies. Got your email notice. Here I come for your post!

  4. “Crowds hear as he speaks
    Of wisdom his mouth reeks”

    Oh dear Doc, here you go again
    forcing those rhymes,
    how many more times
    must I endure your crimes,
    of poetic subjugation
    oh the abomination!

    The clock struck midnight,
    this ain’t my plight
    so I’m cuttin’ right.

    Later my soothsayin’ seer… ☼

  5. And the venerable assembly of poets suddenly go crazy with “Maddy!!!!!!!”
    Way to go, girl!
    But I did my time
    For my crime
    Left without a dime
    For all my rhyme
    You did good, girl! Did good!!!
    I bid thee farewell! Pleasure having you around, thou sneaky fairy!

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