Mad World (pain in my pen)

This world
Is ever
Changing
Seems like
Natural
Disasters
Are the norm
Loved ones
Meeting their maker
In and out of hearses
Used to be sacred
Now
Our youth
Are shooting up churches
I can’t take
So for
Hours on end
I stay
In deep
Meditation
Read 5 chapters a day in the bible
Minister to the children
On the coming of
Christ
Can improve our current situation


© Steve Logan
2009

Seasons Change

The sun
Is
Setting
A little
Later
Day by day
The temperature
Steadily rises
As I
Give the
Last will
And
Testament
To the old me
I smile
Walking
Away
From the grave
Excited about
The new life
I have
Found my purpose
I leave
Behind
Many friends
In order for
Me to grow
They must
Become past tense
I can't
Blame them
My sins
Are mine alone
It's not your fault
I just
Believe
I need to
Be more
Elevated
To the city
Of the streets
Paved with gold
Take a seat
Beside
My savor