I used to grow flowers.
Pretty little petals
Sprouted from letters.
Into pretty little paragraphs
Sprouted from words.

Now I only grow lonely.
Ugly little concepts
Sprouted from doubts
Into fetid thoughts
Sprouted from desolation.

Every awe has a flaw.

No Surrender

      Oh that Devil he’s persistent
Like a bully he’s the ultimate offender
But compared to Jesus, he’s barely
What we consider a worthy contender

He’s more like a wannabe
Just a deceiving pretender
And when he attacks me, I turn
To Jesus my ultimate defender

But there was a time when the Devil
Was easily the best tempter
And I’d drink to ease my pain and my
Best friend was my bartender

But that was a long time ago
I was so much younger
And my mind was weaker
And my heart was more tinder

I would easily just raise the white flag
But now I know Jesus and his splendor
And now I raise my fist and my voice
And I scream to the Devil no surrender

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 12/03/2021
All rights reserved

Tomorrow,
I will be
a little bit bolder.
Spread my wings and fly.

Tomorrow,
I will be
a little bit stronger.
Soaring through the endless sky.

Tomorrow,
I will be
truer to who I really am.
Broken and bent, but beautiful.
No longer a lie.