My Poetry - Oh the Humanity

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

For all the shit and all the rust

And all the times that I've felt compelled

To believe in the truth, yet always failed

I'm just a human being, you see

With all of my judgments and all my decrees

I only believe in what I know

And what I know comes from to, not fro

My mind is closed and I am afraid

For the logic you speak, I will not be dismayed

And should the truth try to sneak its way in

I will not believe and I will call it "sin"

For the lies that you speak, I will not hear

I will be like the monkey with hands on my ears

I'm the toddler that tells their mother "No!"

And constantly yell "You reap what you sow!"

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

I only learn what I must

Because even though the Bible says to love

My pastor tells me I'm to judge

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

This is for people that can't think on their own, that can't do research and trust that the only thing we are to do is love. Mainly it's for the people of Westboro  It's me getting into the mindset of their stubbornness and unwillingness to do what God calls us to do.

My Poetry - Audacity

Should I be stoned for feeling this way?

To you my life is in disarray

Worse than a murderer just for being gay

I think your logic is like Michael Bay's

Explosions of grandeur and decadence

Your fallacies do not make sense

You look at me as if I'm the wicked witch

If you had your way I'd be dead in a ditch

The audacity to claim that you're following God

Gives rise to the fame that your ego sought

I hope one day you'll look back on the harm that you've caused

But the blood on your hands won't be forgot

But God calls me to love so that's what I shall do

Even to a "faggot" hater like you

Even though I am dismayed by the things that you do

I can't but forgive, for that's what I want too

© Spiritual Animystical

My Poetry - Whistleblower

Did the whistleblower know

When he blew the whistle

That the world would come crumbling down?

Did he know that when

He stopped the world in its tracks

That the buildings would topple down?

Did he ever think

That such an aspiring feat

Would ever see the light of day?

Or did he tread lightly

Ever so frightfully

Into chaos and dismay?

The whistleblower is hated

On both sides of the table

For changing lives so drastically

But if he hadn't have blown the whistle

And gotten the world in a tussle

We would've never known the state of decay

© Spiritual Animystical