Blighted by Your Beauty

Blighted by your beauty,
I ask you if it's fair-
to shine so brightly,
O jewel so rare.

Left forever wanting-
a gemstone I can't obtain,
an image so haunting,
yet empty-handed I remain.

Trading Fate- in progress

Left to love unrequited,
By hand of fate,
The glove- best and fitted.

I'd trade this pair to find a new-
that combined our paths and gave me you.

Poison

Sin is but a poison oh so sweet,
a victim to its taste,
we continue to eat.

Wise men resist,
fools get their full,
they can try what they might,
but life still pays its toll.

A Convenient Shade

A convenient shade,
E'en a shell could do,
A companion made,
While fair eyes pursue.

Sip the sweet,
Heart of honey and manna dew,
A soul deplete,
But the fair made anew.

Baiting, baiting,
Abruptly ends,
A broken heart,
Left to mend.

Left alone,
While fair hand-in-hand,
Comfort companion,
Nothing more than a broken man.

Poem In Progress

Timeless beauty that never wanes,

the bod may sleep,

but spirit remains,

be still my heart,

be quick my brain,

for the lady walks in truth,

and bears His name.

Prized over gold and Midus' touch-

jewels, gemstones, and the such,

are light as air to virtuous,

and as dull and dark as Erebus.

2nd Letter to Layla Khepri

You have a flow,
but you spit the same thing.
Life isn't about paper stacks,
your gold leaves a green ring.
You've got the game confused...
You don't know what you rep.
You're growing backwards.
This isn't an evolutionary step,
it's a mutation that is killing the scene.
I'm not trying to be mean,
this is more of a lament.
You're throwing a precious gift away,
misusing your talent.

Jewels in the Rough

These girls are daughters of the King,
so treat 'em like nothing less,
but ladies you need to show less skin,
and show more self-respect.
Dress more modestly,
girl cover up that chest.
Besides,
Christian men should be more interested in what's above the neck.

Heck,
if you can keep your lusts in check,
like Paul said-
it's better to be celibate.

But some of you are slaves to your sin,
lookin' in a mirror that's tellin' you you're gay.
You may have been left to your perversions,
but you don't have to choose to live that way.
Sophisticated sophists-
how can you carry His name in vain,
and make claims on His behalf.
He made it plain,
Old and New Testaments say the same.

You can't manipulate the Word that came in flesh,
that always was and always will be.
Can't you see,
it's an excuse you give me.
You know what you should do and should be,
but you're afraid of what you'll have to give up,
but I won't give up.
I'm praying that you'll come back home,
it's never too late,
and remember-
you're not alone.