AD Sifford

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Good job!
You went to church for Grama on Sunday

...And you texted the whole service

Good job!
You helped out and watched your siblings

...And showed them R-rated movies

Good job!
You wore a Bible verse T-shirt to school

...After buying it with stolen cash

Good job!
You got a purity cross necklace to wear

...Then "hooked up" that same night

Good job!
You got a brand new Bible

...And stored it under your bed with the rest of your " junk"

Good job!
You visited your church's website

...And bookmarked it right beneath *******

Good job!
You went to that Bible-study group

...And afterward, to a party

Good job!
You turned down a smoke while you were there

...'Cause at the time you were just thirsty

Good job!
You prayed at the dinner table

...To get your turn over with for the week

Good job!
You call out to God before falling asleep

...To blame Him for your problems

Good job!
You plan on going to church again tomorrow

Just don't forget your cell-phone

Good job, Christian
Keep it up.

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #7. Please see the collection page itself.

This poem is one I've never felt quite satisfied with, yet it's a concept I want to address in this same basic form. Now that my poetry and mind has matured more, I may re-write this as a new poem addressing the issue I intended to in this one, in an improved, or heavier, more emotional, or more clear way. I'm not sure.
Line 18 originally said "under *******", but I thought that could come across as the bookmark bearing that name, rather than the new bookmark being beneath it in the least, to signify lesser priority as added weight to the hypocrisy.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy by being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sin #life #religion #christian #hypocrisy #christianity #church

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Snare

Hello, my friend.
...Why think like that?
Now, be assured,
I'm not that bad
There's nothing wrong with having fun
Though, once you do, you cannot run
...Did I forget to mention that?
Oh, well, too late
Guess that's too bad

Ah, from the start, it felt so good
But you were trapped there where you stood
You played the game
Now you are mine
I have to thank you for your time

Another down
A point for me!
Who will play next?
I guess we'll see

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #6.

Snare was and remains one of my favorite poems I have ever written.
It was the first truly deeply personal poem I'd ever written, and of the first I truly enjoyed writing or was genuinely inspired to write--of the first I was lead to write by The Holy Spirit.
At least 2 or 3 years after its original creation, I vastly expanded Snare into a song complete with vocal melody accompanying a full and elaborate lyric. While existing mostly in voice recording form, written text, or simply in my head, I also have had many different ideas for instrumental parts, effects, a music video, an album cover, and more, if it were ever to reach that point of being completely produced in the form in which I envision its true fulfillment. The song version is one of my favorite songs I have ever written, and quite possibly in fact my #1 favorite. It is also, by far, the longest song I have ever written with finished lyrics & vocals to. When completed and recorded, it would likely clock in at 6 minutes or longer, as an epic, despite being one of my shortest poems in its original form.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sin #lies #addiction #depression #anger #lust #devil #christian #spiritual #deceit

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Thread

Brick by brick the world will crumble
By enmity's hammer, all are humbled

One by one the numbers fall
The standing fight as wounded crawl
But how quickly one joins the other
No matter how brave or strong or tall

And one by one along the way
Throughout each night and everyday
The hungry beast consumes and feeds
a continual feast upon the fray

One by one the nations die
All hope fades and strong men cry
But never, never will it end
And so tempestuous time will fly

From this bleak hour and all hereby
Thread by thread unravels time
And evermore does man subside
While, thread by thread, unravels time

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #5. Please see the collection page itself.

On the original poem, Bradley Hand ITC font was used so that it appeared thinner and more thread-like than the other fonts used in the collection.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#man #future #time #choice #fate #destiny

AD Sifford Apr 2014

My Life, Your Obsession

You speak of things you know not of
You lecture things you're incapable of
You accuse of things you know not true
You deny the things you know to be true

They're absurd, really, the things you say
The things that only you would say
It's unfair, really, the way you act
Demanding the things of the stuff you lacked

The way you wish that you could be
You will not find inside of me

Just turn around and view yourself
I promise I don't need your help
Just focus on the life you own
And learn that my life is my own

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #4. Please see the collection page itself.

Line #7 originally said "It's illogical" instead of "It's unfair". I had a tough time finding a word I was happy with for a while, and changed it much later.
This poem was birthed from anger, and I regretted writing it later, and wince at typing it up again even now. But it's a part of my story that from that week that gave birth to the poet in me. So I feel it should be included.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#anger #hurt #pride #offense

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Faded

Remember us?
Remember then?
Those days you used to call me friend

Our hearts were close
Our bond was strong
Now it feels it's been so long

Once you felt
And once you cared
For all the moments that we shared

Now, as I try to get my head clear
I find myself wishing
That you were still here

|Written 2010}
from my *Emerge collection, being poem #3.

The original poem had a very much lighter color applied to it than the other poems in the collection, so that it looked faded.
I later revisited and altered/expanded this poem, under the title "Then".

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sad #betrayal #time #memories #hurt #past #friendship #change #remembrance

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Topple

Life wildly spins
It rocks and tilts and wavers
And as time tumbles on
It grows more and more unstable
And with each revolution passed
Fewer more will come
So each new moment gains new worth
As soon its turns are done

Regard these words
And know the last will come
How will you spend this time
Before this wild ride is done?
Although it seems it will go on
Time will see its end
And when it's done and fine'ly falls,
It won't be spun again

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #2.

The original title was "Top", as in the type of spinning toy, but I later thought that title was too broad to pick up on without a picture or context with it to clue people into what I meant by the word "Top", so I changed the name to "Topple" to convey the meaning more accurately.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#life #future #time #fate #destiny

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Boxed

You keep it there in the corner of your attic
And thus it remains unfulfilled and useless
It's never been opened; not once touched
Is this wastage to be its ultimate destiny?
Or shall it one day see light and freedom?
Won't you open the box in which it rests?
It wants to bloom and flourish and grow!
It can't be kept inside some box like junk
Release it now, from its dark cube prison
Discover its potential; unleash your soul.

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection., being poem #1.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy bey being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#future #dreams #soul #christian #spiritual #concrete #potential #inspirational #goals

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