Poetry
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Posted by Dan on 03 Aug 2007 | Tagged as: Poetry
I’m not married
I’m not a father
I’m not a pastor,
I don’t have a degree in anything
I don’t like sushi
I don’t mind Zima
I call my dad for advice
I don’t have chest hair
So what about you?
Well…
Posted by Dan on 02 Aug 2007 | Tagged as: Poetry
When I go out in public
I
am
recognized
Some people I’ve met
And forgotten
Some people I haven’t-
But I feel bad
anyway
I sit down at a restaurant
And they know that
I like
Tiramisu
Or
Bacon
Sometimes, I forget to comb my hair
Or I have
“kid crumbs”
on my shirt
And I’m not
Puttogether
And I wonder,
More than I should,
What do people think?
Posted by Dan on 16 Jul 2007 | Tagged as: Poetry, Xianity
Thanks to Brian at Semper Reformanda Records (ish’s record label) for pointing out this great poem by Robert Bruce
We know that he
worked as a carpenter
until
in the last years
he gave it up to
travel
tell stories
and generally
piss off people like meWe know that he
was a homeless man
without
his own bed
to sleep in
he relied on the
starry sky and the four walls
of friends and strangers
for brief moments of solitude
and rest from it allWe know that most of his
close friends ended very badly
at worst
tortured and executed
for association with the Jew
at best
exiled to a distant island
after a difficult life
plagued by terrible visions
in old ageWe know that he
was not a social climber
managing
to make powerful enemies
whenever he opened his mouth
he turned to the broke
dined with IRS agents
walked openly with hookers
sat too close to the sick
talked too long to the criminalWe know that he
was sold down the river
by one of his best friends
for around 12KThat he
spent his final years
on the run from the governmentThat he
turned down the desperately
hoped for plans of a Coup d’etatThat he
talked more than anyone else
about unfashionable things like hellThat he
willingly rode to his execution
on a borrowed assAnd yet we still believe
that
Jesus’ main objective
through his hard living
and bloody slaughter
is to make you a
millionaireTo make sure
That your life is
as comfortable as possibleThat your kid
attends the right collegeThat your mortgage
is paid upThat you are given due respect
for your effortsThat your portfolio
is properly diversifiedThat your career
moves from success to successAnd finally
that your confidence
in the Dollar, the Euro and the Yen
is so complete that it
blots out
any need
you may have
once had
for
his
presence