Human Nature

MESSAGE OF GOD

Folder: 
BABYLON SYSTEM

POLITCAL BULLSHIT

THAT WOULD HAVE ME PICK A SIDE

WHEN PEACE WAS THE MESSAGE

CLEARLY SENT TO US BY GOD

WHO AM I TO ROB A MAN OF HIS LIFE

TO BASTERD A CHILD TO WIDOW A WIFE

IT IS NOT MY PLACE TO ERASE

WHAT THE LORD HAS GRACED

THE FACE OF THIS EARTH WITH

DEATH WAS OUR CHOICE

WHEN LIFE WAS HIS GIFT

I HEAR THE POISON IN YOUR WORDS

I SEE HATE IN YOUR EYES

SO READY FOR WAR

BUT ARE YOU WILLING TO DIE

STILL YOU CLAIM ALL GLORY TO GOD

AS YOU PICK UP A GUN

I'M SORRY,

BUT MURDER GLORFIES NO ONE

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I WISH TO BELIVE THE BEST IN HUMAN NATURE BUT EVERY TIME I TURN ON THE NEWS OR READ THE NEWS PEOPLE ARE KILLING EACH OTHER IN NUMBERS.THE SCARIEST PART OF ALL IS WE FIND WAYS TO JUSTIFY IT. MORE WARS HAVE BEEN FOUGHT AND MORE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN MURDERED IN THE NAME OF GOD THEN ANY OTHER REASON. I LIKE TO BELIVE THE GOD I SERVE IS A GOD OF PEACE AND LOVE AND IF HE IS WAR CAN NOT BE PART OF HIS NATURE

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WHEN DOES IT END

Folder: 
BABYLON SYSTEM

WHEN DOES IT STOP

WHERE DOES IT END

FOREVER FIGHTING WARS

THAT NO ONE WILL WIN



FORCES DRIVING US

TO HATE EACH OTHER

POLITICS CAUSING US

TO KILL OUR BROTHER



DEATH BRINGS DEATH

SO WHAT ARE WE PROVING

VIOLENCE BEGETS VIOLENCE

SO IS THIS OUR SOLUTION



JUST TAKE A SECOND

AND LOOK AT WHAT WE DO

LOOK AT THE THINGS

WE PUT EACH OTHER THROUGH



I PRAY FOR A DAY

WHAN MY SEED CAN KNOW PEACE

WHERE HE CAN GROW WITH OUT WORRY

TO PLAY IN THE STREETS



EVERY MAN IS OUR BROTHER

WE GO THROUGH NOTHING ALONE

YET WE CHOOSE TO IGNORE THE SUFFERING

UNTIL IT HITS US AT HOME



SEE WE ARE ALL TO BLAME

FOR LETTING IT GET TO WHAT WE GOT

IT DOSEN'T MATTER HOW IT STARTED

IT ONLY MATTERS HOW IT STOPS!


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I SEEM TO WRITE MY BEST WORK UNDER STRESSFULL TIMES. THIS ONE WAS WRITTEN AFTER 9/11. MUDER FOR ANY REASON GLORIFIES NO ONE!

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Cancer calls all tumors benign

Catherine De Medici must have heard that papal bull

Elizabeth would have been a virgin if recognition did not deem her a whore

The Queen of Scots dreamt too many thrones to stay alive

The impoverished lost their estate in example to great Dukes



Elizabeth would have been a virgin if recognition did not deem her a whore

The sins that weighed no one into hell, Jesus walked on water

The impoverished lost their estate in example to great Dukes

The president knows, treaties are signed with or without faith.



The sins that weigh no one into hell, Jesus walked on water

And death calls on all those who dared be born

The president knows, treaties are signed with or without faith

Churches bring something other than redemption



And death calls on all those who dared be born

They wept for themselves more so than for the still born

Churches bring something other than redemption

Cancer calls all tumors benign.



They wept for themselves more so than for the still born

Who would never eat the flesh of some innocent cow

Cancer calls all tumors benign

The pot boils diversity into another meal



Who would eat the flesh of some innocent cow?

Humbled until you could call him a disciple

The pot boils diversity into another meal

Flocks of birds fly, never searching out our graveyards.



Humbled until you could call him a disciple

Elizabeth would have been a virgin if recognition did not deem her a whore

Flocks of birds fly, never searching out our graveyards

The Queen of Scots dreamt too many thrones to stay alive.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please reply to this poem.

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Selfish Ways

Folder: 
Hate

“Selfish Ways”   11 – 22 – 02

Josh Barnett   postpoems.com/members/lillep



You want your paradise

Many lives you’d sacrifice

Give them to the plan

Surrendering helpless lambs



You’re so selfish in your ways

You live them out every day

You don’t care about the world

Just yourself, not even your girl



Your ego is so large

Couldn’t fit a barge

Your heart is so bare

Like water in desert air



Your hope is your life

You ignore your wife

Your life is so hollow

A fool you are to follow



I never did look up to you

But then I never would

Because you are the shallow man

I knew I never could

Author's Notes/Comments: 

people will be people

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Evolution

Folder: 
Life

'You have nothing to fear'

He said

"Man is good.

Man is kind.

Man is healing."

"Where were you"

I asked

"When man evolved?

Did you miss it?

For surely you heard?

Man is walking on all fours

Man is beast!"

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FOOLISH THROB

Folder: 
2002 Poetry

{tug tug tug tug}    here goes the thuds



{tug tug tug tug}     are they symptoms of panic thrill or throb?



{tug tug tug tug}     every time they knock i just wanna yap



{tug tug tug tug}     either i’ve done something wrong



{tug tug tug tug}     or it’s just my foolish throb














written 10-01-2002

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He

Angels kiss the lips of Satan’s stolen souls

A touch with the power to keep demons at bay

I have angels on my shoulders…

They try to keep the devil off my back



As I walk through the snow white hills of heaven

I trip and fall into the amber glow of hell

Where were my angels?

My wings?

An accident by nature

A mistake at birth, and again in death

I don’t belong here or there

I don’t belong…



If I keep walking forward on this blind track

I’ll reach my destiny in due time

Led like a baby lamb to a slaughterhouse

I follow the leader by the pull of his strings



I hear the crying of children in windows I pass

Unable to turn my paralyzed eyes from the sight

Unable to shield my ears from the sounds of them dying

A constant echo of scratching nails on the glass

I see the petrified faces in the reflection of the flames

Little hands pressed against Plexiglas windows

In one last attempt to escape...to breathe before dying



Not waiting for them to earn their wings and join me in Hell

I keep walking to my slaughterhouse home

Where fate rests on the mantle in the shadow of an oil painting

The burning embers in the fireplace leave a shadow on the wall

A man I have seen before...but only dreams...dances in the shadows

In a perverse slide show he plays the role of God in my subconscious hell



He leans on the doorpost

Waiting and watching

A twisted smile on his deformed face reflects the fire from the hills

Knowing all the time that he owns my every thought

He laughs…



Knowing that he owns my every thought…

I die.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

June 24, 2002

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