Saturday, September 20, 2014

Tip toeing through the tulips, we remain quite in the storm.
How long must we remain so, they continue to destroy our home. 
Ask the devine we cannot find, here but always awaiting the end time.
Now it is- yet we can barely exist, spirits abound around us in hatred.
Evil intent they make us dissent, driving brother against brother-life against life.
Death their only allowance for it brings the destruction that they desire.
Lake of fire be damned this earth they desire to burn.
One way street towards this end, continually we descend. 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

ALONE

By Conrad Pierce

Alone I write, alone I fight, alone I am quite.
Alone I am loud, alone I am proud- away from the crowd.
Alone I dissolve, alone I resolve, alone I solve.
Alone I am, alone I be, alone invisible nobody can see.
Alone I die, alone I live, Alone I give.
Alone I was, alone I buzz, alone I dust fuzz.
Alone I circle, alone I erkel, alone I lurk.
Lurk in the house, lurk in the town, lurk like a clown.
Lurk like a jerk, lurk like a fool, lurk like it's cool.
Lurk in the bed, lurk in the shed, lurk in the head.
Lurk like a drunk, lurk like a punk, lurk like a skunk. 
Lurk in the chair, lurk in my hair, lurk in a bear.
Lurk like a tree, lurk like my knee, lurk like a fee.
Lurk with a frown, lurk with a crown, lurk with my own.
Own I dont, own I won't.
Own it is, own it isn't. 
Own I do, own I will.
Own it now, own it how.
Own I am, Own I'm not.
Own it then, own it soon.
Owned it when, owned it at noon.
Noon now here, noon bringing fear.
Noon is afar, noon is for the car.
Noon now dead, noon to be ahead.
Noon is alive, noon will bring drive.
Noon now done, noon never fun.
Noon is never, noon is forever.
Noon now, noon is even.
Even is odd, even is never fraud.
Even did add, even did me glad.
Even is a friend, even I commend.
Even did laugh, even had a path.
Even is a lie, even is spry.
Even did die, even did cry.
Even this poem isn't, strange uneven leaving.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Will Not Part My Hair

I will not part my hair, my head is not the sea and you will not make it scare. Jesus is still risen, yet you seek to be now "fair"-against the laws of righteous in earth you give your prayer. The cloth from which we're grown you seek to make a tear, two you come as one but we see you as a pair. Three you disagree with your boldness grows a snare, caut within the masses seek to part their hair.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Glass House

By Conrad Pierce

Sideshow goes on inside the circus, mad hats trick the masses no more, continued so long they no longer had a score. Once had a larger docket, but the sheets been removed, revealing the light socket- lack of power. Can't see reality though so they continue on in their sour, just forget the illusion- follow us and forget the hour. Lying behind glass eyes, seeing their spys, and pretending they're wise. Stomping around the yard, acting as ninjas, holding the spotlight but they cannot see their eyes. Ignorance never ending, selfishness never bending, disguise ever trending.