What, Four?

Every day he's grown
on all in our abode
his charm a force of nature;
the love that he has shown
deserves a proper ode
but I lack the nomenclature.

Deviation

How can anyone ever be
convinced of anything at all
as much as those who spout with glee
that deities were made to fall

the implications resonate
throughout the little we perceive
of architecture so ornate
that those with eyes should soon believe

but arrogance compels the head
to blindly contradict the heart
and once the masses are misled
is when His graces will depart.

Memoriam

To all the dead
and pawns that bled
in wars we're fed:
I wish instead

you hadn't died
or ever cried
for those who lied
and only peace was glorified.

Howlers

Who polices those
that wear the woolen clothes
a lupine pack of bros

we must do more than bleat
or sheepishly retreat
surrendering the street

because the brutal club
of those who love to snub
gets off on gutless grub.

Subordination

The giant is a memory (and as such will soon fade)
reduced by all the small-minded choices that he made
I never really liked him much (as if you couldn't tell)
and truly hope he rots away in some dark distant hell
for nothing's more deplorable (as I was forced to learn)
than fools who have no sympathy for anyone they burn
and those that hovered by him? (as the flies around a cow)
I wonder whose excretement they are fighting over now.

Tally

I wondered while preparing at my berth
about my pointless sojourn on this earth
and struggled to detect a real me
subtract the number they assigned at birth

and something wasn't adding up -- you see
an asset isn't what we're meant to be
for no one can define your worth
if you just value being free.

Interrupted

I chatted with a chickadee today
as swallows swooped about for juicy bugs,
unsure of what he truly had to say
politeness prompted several smiling shrugs.
Although his words were gibberish to me
I still enjoyed the lilting of his voice,
that magical and timeless melody
announcing: 'Spring is here, Rejoice, Rejoice!'
but then a noxious beast went roaring by
it's song so loud the ground began to shake
vibrations ringing right up through my feet
compelling my new friend to seek the sky
and leaving me alone to face the ache
that's stifling my heart with every beat.

Decisive

Some elect to win
some to let the din
determine who is right
they see no need to fight
but this is how I feel:
if you decide to kneel
then you deserve the pain
the oligarchs who reign
will force on you once they
purloin election day.

Gotta Love It

In the name of love they'll scold you
if you deny their truth
then try their best to mold you
especially the youth.

In the name of love they'll rule you
demanding you comply
so certain they can fool you
with a caring battle cry.

In the name of love they'll will you
to mindlessly obey
then smile as they kill you
when you refuse to play.

Unbending

We all have the right to exist
With one controversial twist:
Who gets to say
What isn't okay?
(If you get the extent of my gist.)

The system is certainly broke
When innocent people must choke
On lies that protect
The foul who elect
To make God's creation a joke.

Factual

The fools that simply cannot wait
for moguls to manipulate
their sentiments with scripted death
behold the box with baited breath
believing every lie that streams
bedazzled as the anchor beams
condemning those who merely played
the role for which their bosses paid
to make it seem like circumstance
so they can stealthily advance
their program to eradicate
any who oppose the state.

Comradeship

The times they are precarious
our leaders are nefarious
and try to force the people to comply
with power grabbing policies
and fabricated fallacies
attempting to convince us to deny

our diligence and piety
so all their impropriety
can culminate in one audacious coup
and if we don't retaliate
it will indeed be much too late
then freedom as we know it will be through.

Straggler

That scaly grayish creature looms
above me like a curse
whose silent condemnation booms
repulsive and perverse

but I can't let it pierce my heart
or make my love wax cold,
ignored, this pest will soon depart
as clearing skies unfold.

Common Core

It started with an apple
and now it seems we grapple
with unhealthy appetites that go unchecked;
you can't ignore The Father
then say 'What a bother!'
when everything is liberally wrecked,

remember: we were granted
a chance to skirt the planted
scenario which brought us naught but pain
until someone's desire
exploited by a liar
birthed the Matriarch of those less wise than vain.

Never Ending

The fellowship I seek
among the truly meek
is shattered by the shriek

of those who shun all shame
advancing every aim
anathema to His name

so they can feel content
when time is better spent
attempting to repent

as I'm inclined to do
awash in endless rue
but then what else is new?