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Mr E Apr 2013
No man is born with intolerance in his heart
No man is born with hate
But as he grows he learns all to well
That hatred is but fate
A seed is planted many times over
In many forms and all too great
But the farmer must be
The one who must see
How well that seed must grow
No man is born with evil nature
No man is born with sin
But the painter alone paints the canvas broad
And from their does hate begin
A carpenter must chisel away
The form of his grande design
Shaping the wood and carving what could
Become his source of hatred someday
But in the end you become
Whatever you've shaped by your own hand
But the truth of the matter is this
The sun still shines on the wicked man.
Mr E Apr 2013
There are some who fear to try their best
Afraid they will not succeed
And they hold in their hearts
From the very first start
That winning is out of their league
It shames me to say
That even today
I doubt myself and what I can do
But I was told by a man
Who believed that I can
Go try and not be heart broken
Because he told me why
That what I thought was a lie
And no one stops you from becoming who you are
For the winners of the world
The bright shining stars
Had all lost in the past and before
The winners however got back on their feet
Spread their wings and took to the sky
No care in the world what people ever said
They made a decision and let themselves fly
Mr E Apr 2013
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
These scrapes and bruises that mark my body
Tattooed to my soul, my purity thinned
I walk down my own laid out path  
Turning head and closing eye
For I know not your darkest wrath
Your brightest love or majesty high
I have yet to find why I traverse this land
But as I walk I stumble
I've come up short too many times to count
Too many times I wish I could do it over
And I curse myself and grit my teeth
Pressing on, pressing onward, my body beat
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
The profane words that leave my mouth
Venomous ideas corroding my mind
I am slowly walking to my end along the currents of time
I'd ask for strength, but what father would receive
A son who has chosen to leave
To turn away from amazing grace
I am a vagabond in this world
Tears rushing down my face
My world is but an empty place
Are we born to see the dark world
Encase me?
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned-
I have no clue in what to think
No clue on earth on how to feel
Could it be true that you are real?
I know not where I can find you
I know not where to go
But please forgive me
For I have sinned
But I pray there is time
To grow
Mr E Mar 2013
The moon was bright that very night
Where my dreams took me to an ocean vast
No land in sight and to my fright
Nightfall had overtaken the land
I kept my head above the waves
But alas to my dismay
I saw the slithering of serpents
Wallow in the depths below
An eerie cry of an unknown beast
Could be heard beneath the waves
Lights did flicker and large jawed fish swam by
As I swam in this ocean vast
Spiny fins dipped out of the water but returned so quickly
Down, down under
And I swam in this ocean vast, utterly alone
I soon came across a giant squid with its large eye directly below me
Spanning several yards, it glowed beneath the waves
As quickly as it had come, it shot away and down below
Where the other serpents and beasts did lurk
Waiting to drag me under
I saw another light
This one came forward and I dove under to see it close
The darkness of this world below
As I swam toward the light
Down in this ocean vast
As I came upon this glowing orb
It bobbed and danced around
And led me to it's barred teeth
Waiting for its prey.
Mr E Mar 2013
Truth keeps humanity from becoming too boastful
The things we hide would drag our pride
Down to embarrassing lows
Secrets hidden about ourselves
Never to be revealed or ever known
And those secrets hide our true nature
To save ourselves from our destruction
Truth keeps humanity from being truthful in this world
So in a sense, like a double edged sword, we are bound by what is true in ourselves
But gags us all in the end.
Mr E Mar 2013
You could hear them chew away at the fallen corpse
It's crisp burnt arms still outstretched, ironically shielding itself from death
The skin had burnt and dripped off the bones, the blazing heat caused the skin to bubble the night before
White teeth all but gleamed in the light, the eye sockets swollen and plastered with soot
Pieces clothing draped across femurs and skeletal remains of hands and hair still clung to the scalp(in patches)
Flies buzzed and landed, ******* the nutrients from the flesh and giving themselves a hearty meal
The body behind the first was charred as well
Leftovers of smoldering eyes still remained.
She had tried to protect her child to no avail
From the devastating power of nature.
I walked away,
Letting the maggots--
Enjoy their meal.
Mr E Mar 2013
I can't help to ask what does it all amount to in the end
The money one makes or setting a high fashion trend?
What do you amount to in the last chapter of life?
The book finally closes and your story is done.
But maybe, just maybe.
Your story isn't just done.
Maybe your life's work has only begun
To take root, to take seed, help someone in need.
Maybe your life benefited another for the better.
And that's something I'd gladly live for.
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