Distant dreams and memories Lost opportunities it seems To the things that could have been Reflecting on the past at half mast Easier with hindsight to look at what might A contestable question mentioned How far do we plan with conviction Experience paves the way Flicking through past sections Sets direction led astray on a page Which ways do we cultivate To lead the order of our day
Seeking the philosophies and convictions of others will stop me from finding my own Life is happening while my head is buried in books God is here while I'm looking there, and there while I'm looking here Do I need others to tell me what I know to be true? Will I spend my whole life missing the point? Reading for fear of living
Guilty, convicted I have been For unconfessed, undisclosed sin. I’ve stood in court, and there denied My sin, and Him who for us died. And never can a pardon be given To those who never give an admission Of guilt, but who maintain the lie, Deny the truth, and thereby die. Only the total truth declared In open court, openly aired, With honest rue and true contrition, Will win a sinner’s sins remission. The truth avowed is the one solution For souls that seek their absolution.
A prodigal as myself A man whose beliefs are solely his Filtering as much as I can till I sence clarity.
Clearity is my obsession Nothing beats that smell and the satisfaction they bring Exclusively I poke all the theoriticals as they have side lines of too many holes. question of substandard hypotheses
I'm a prodigal cuz I question alot, forgive me as till I drown in your mind I might never be satisfied. But yet Only One will I follow blindly.
Writing this Poem gave me an insight to the clarity I been seeking and I had to end it different than I intently thought. Made me realize sometimes the answer u need is withing , hidden in a clouds of poetry yet to be manifested