Things have been different

 In the past few weeks things have changed in me. Big things. All things. Who knows. But my life has been better than most will believe. And my mind seems to have changed as well, the way I see the world and how I communicate with it is changing. So much, in fact, that I am preemptively declaring all discussion as too egotistical to talk about and refuse discussing it further.

The below are letters that popped up on my keyboard and demanded I play whack-a-mole. So I punched keys and these things fell out. It seems the Muse are out and about these days. The Second one is challenging to read and this seems intentional.

No Kings Is Not A Protest Poem

The righteous they scare him.
And boos drown his demon.
He pays for ass wiping.
His lies and his semen.

But listen to him.
Believe what he's saying.
Believe what he's doing.
For Him they are praying.

They give him the power.
They'd make him their King.
They'll call him messiah.
But it all means nothing.

He comes just to use them.
He comes for their worship
He comes for their money.
Their ears filled -his bullshit..

They pay for the privilege
of paying him more.
And he keeps on taking.
We all know the score.

And we know the answers.
Are they're all just for asking.
But you'll get no reply,
from the man who would be King

Kings might be cowards.
Kings might be brave.
They don't follow rules
and take what they crave.

The trick to it all.
Is to heed every call.
To not have a King.
For the good of us all.

We have little voices,
But hear what I'm saying.
Use the voice that they give you.
And don't have a king.

©All rights reserved to David E. Smith
CreeksideFarmOregon@gmail.com

A Novel Poem That.Nobody Will Get

People will peep.
Fighters will fight.
Talkers will talk.
Trees grow.

Seekers must seek
Seer's got to see.
Sorcerers use source.
Rocks do nothing..

Poets don't po.
While Singers do sing.
And Puppies might pup,
And Dogs might do it too.

Truth is from God.
Truth's undeniable
Like beauty and Sadness.
Some gifts you don't want.

It's an open book test.
They furnish the answers.
And right there before you.
You stand in your way.

Every four lines,
you expect to hear rhythm.
But this is strange meter.
Get over yourself.

This isn't about you.
Not part of your story.
Not one of your answers.
Give God the Glory.

God's Grace make this happen.
Informed not conceived.
You got all the answers.
So why did you keep reading?

©All rights reserved to David E. Smith
CreeksideFarmOregon@gmail.com

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