if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...

The Cross

The cross upon which
He died because of his
Endless love for mankind
Crucified for all to see and know
Reigning over the Devil and his
Oppression of darkness and hate
Sinners one and all can have
Salvation if they receive his gift

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 08/23/2018
All rights reserved
The first letter of each line
Also spells out the title.

Lately

   Lately I've come to a new
Kind of an understanding
I've noticed my universe
Is progressively expanding

Lately there's a change in
What my eyes are seeing
And there's a feeling my
Soul has been receiving

Lately life seems to be Something
that's worth living
I've got a heart that has
Love that's worth giving

Lately there's a voice my ears
Have been tuned to hear
And suddenly it seems
To be all to clear

Lately I've seen a new light
Shining brighter every day
And my darkness feels
A million miles away

Lately there's a message
Powerful but sedately
And the man that I am
Has changed as of lately

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/17
All rights reserved

It is hard
The days
They number on
Life feels long
Until the years number on
And then you wonder
'Where has the time gone?'
Soon ten will be gone
And then another
Or maybe not
It might be all over before you know it

Until then I will write and wonder
Cry and suffer
And in time
I will learn how to be happy

I find it strange
This eerie feeling
It is too quiet to move
The demons might wake up
And then I would too

It find it strange
I dyed my hair blue
But when I turned the lights out
Nothing has changed
I still feel blue

I find it strange
This morepork no longer calls
It used to call for hours
Maybe it died
Or left for other views

I find it strange
Did you see the moon and the stars?
This night feels off
This bed does not feel right
The covers feel too close

I find it strange
Nothing has changed
But everything feels wrong
I think I will just write
Till the sweet dreams come

Across a void of space and time far away from where I am supposed to be, but a lot closer to myself
Headed away from home but towards it at the same time
All I have is a select few thoughts packed into boxes
Boxes that I treat as if they're a part of me
From boxes on wheels to boxes that fly,
To boxes that clearly say, "I live as if I'm never going to die."
We go looking for more boxes, boxes that we places parts of ourselvs in
And sometime we decide it's time
To give away a box or two
After all that we've been through
Castles built of boxes tumble time and again
And yet we build, for boxes will always be available at a bargain
They say "No need to carry your own boxes, let us do it for you!"
And while you're waiting on your boxes; Here, it's on us, have a brew
Boxes of color, boxes of shapes
Boxes that distinguish us based on our drapes
Drowning in a sea of boxes, can we barely see land
But thankfully whenever you want to move your boxes, there's always someone to lend a hand