They say they suffer

I wish for sweet suffering
If it is physical.
Are they called on
By the musical

Harrowing

Quaking

Voice of God

"Let them nail you to the cross!"

Waking up in a tomb
The mother's great womb

A nurse looking at me
Take this pill
Get a job

Doth yonder there on the facebook page
The saddest of people are in the happy cage
Where life is a mirage in paradise spent
And beauty is word **** from a friend sent

Oh my what's the news today?
If seen and forgotten it is hearsay

Doth here on hello poetry
The saddest of people are free to be
Where life is the search for beauty's treasure
And beauty is the truth wrapped in leather

Oh my what poetry today?
If felt
             strikes all pain away

African cities are rather typical
We laugh at the foreighner who
Thinks a gun necessary to fight
Not gangsters but lions too

Buildings rise from the red soil
Rich and poor live side by side
Electrictricity flows up and down
There is no need to hide

Until one night
As you stammer back
From a party delight
You sense a twig crack

You turn around
And there He
The king of the jungle
Strolling on the sidewalk

Has placed his fiery eyes
Like hell have no fury
On the jugular prize

The headline the following day

"Drunk man in hospital after encounter with city cat"

It was a lion I say

You give parts of your heart
Leaving only a dark hole
You give parts of your heart
Leaving you unwhole

Why do they take so much?
But you know
They take so much
Because you have so much to give

Your heart may be a wasteland
It is because it has been reaped
And seeds are already at hand
The sower has just leaped

For his job is done
He sits waiting for the rain

I never stopped believing
I just stopped believing in you
You can stop grieving
My soul is fully connected

To the laws of logic and art
I say I feel more and more
My essence and matter shall never part
The logic of abstract words

And then

Upon a crisp cold morning
I am alone
I am mourning
I curse this logic

For it is my master
And I its slave

if the universe God played in
like a Child
the stars like Fireflies
he'd catch them
put them on a Shelf
Feed them
leave them undisturbed
while he fell Asleep