Old Thoughts for a Modern Age

13 Roses 13 roses’ broken hearts 30 silver coins. 9 lives, 12 apostles, 1 Jesus, 1 God. 2 thieves, 1 repented, 1 saved. 12 months, 1 year, 7 days. 1 week, 4 seasons, I universe, 1 Devil. Many things, many numbers, birthdays, holidays, death and taxes. Seems to me, 1 Jesus + 1 God + 1 Devil, means trouble right here on earth, unless we wake up and smell the roses. A Child Saw a child on a corner lost in his despair. Left a dime in his cup, walked away At Heaven’s gate this child sits on a seat of judgment. He points at me and says, “Keep on walking no dime for you, nothing but Hell.” A Familiar Taste Of Poison Your lips, so red so soft, their words seduce, their meanings clearly meant to deceive. Oh, if only I could resist, but death seems a small price to pay for a familiar taste of poison. A poison so deadly yet sweet, that even though these lips are not hers, my fate is assured. A Holy War and Its Music Holy shirt and underwear, naked legs and music, sing for your soul, plead for understanding, wish there was a means to stop whatever path this is. Late night artistic creations, daytime refreshment sleep. The in-between foolishness, best meant for reflection of what it is that’s needs doing for the salvation of the soul. A Kiss and 40 Pieces With a kiss and 40 pieces of silver my savior was betrayed. Before the cock crowed 3 times he was denied by 1 of his 12. Innocent he lived innocent he died. Father can this sacrifice ever be justified by a sinner like me? Father if it had been possible would I have taken his place? I will never know, but I thank you for the opportunity to meet Jesus in Heaven with a kiss and 40 pieces of eternal gratefulness. A Life Without Hope I can only imagine a life without hope, I can only pretend it so because with the death of Gods son hope is what I have. A Prayer Midnights’ new day, the light still hours away. Sleep won’t come, thoughts don’t stop. In my mind I see the cross the nails in innocent flesh. Paradise seems so far away sin so close. Oh God hear my prayer, forgive this sinner. Help me understand your will. Keep my feet strong so I can walk with Jesus until the day appointed for judgment. For a Taste Of Sin A taste of death, a lovers quest. Weakness of flesh, a moments folly. Lifetimes ridged conduct, sacrificed at the bequest of beauty and sin. A Troubled Soul A troubled soul I fear. For how can man delight in sin and consequence, when an invitation is given to share eternity with God our father.