Of
jake's poetry
.. [I have no specific order to my poetry posts at this time. I'm just getting them posted!]
........."This Jesus"
They talk of God
This one Jesus Christ
I do not understand
What is He really like?
I listen to prayers
Though I'm not quite sure
What will these words do?
Who are they spoken to?
Such sincerity comes forth
In great reverence their tone
Their respect for Him even
In their posture is shown.
Where is this God, Jesus,
Whom they speak of with power?
How do their words reach Him?
He's nowhere around.
I've listened so carefully
Gone with them to gatherings
Where is such understanding
That draws people to Him?
Please tell me about Him
You've gotten my interest
This must give you peace
Since you beam with serenity.
Many talk with this Jesus
Praise and sing to His name
So peaceful and inviting
Lead me please to such wonder
(copyright jake 1993)
To speak in words does seem most harsh
Yet to pen them in like cannot be.
Though one tries to get through with a message
It harbors itself deep inside
Confusion ensues that not even I want
Who's to stop this great horror within?
Is this anger my own that spews forth from within
Or just thrust on my being as I pass?
Like a vomit it comes with a force I can feel
Still I cannot choose whether or not
Akin to a curse as these words make their way
'Tis not me that would speak as is heard
So in writing I strive to make known my true self
But herein also have lost who I am
Sometimes vulgar and threatening I vault from the page
Not in words as a common man speaks
I know not who I am or what pleasures I seek
Is this life my true dwelling to stay?
Let me know who I am; how I fit in this network
Show me life with some wisdom and feeling
In the words of my speech and of those on my page
I require that congruence be found
Allow that I write as my comrades I've seen
With full structure, not quizzical and mystic to read
Say not that I write with such grace or design
But release me from such limitations
I want only to write as I'd speak my own words
But with that part of me left real too
I'll not state that I'm gentle or eager to stay
It's impossible for judgments right now
I know only this entrapment that must be released
Before ever I'll know who I am.
jake (copyright 1993)
To be strong and then wither
A bright light that has faded
My integrity shattered and lost
To stand tall in mere stature
Or sound brusque in one's speech
Gives no value to what is true man
To know what you value
Or recall why you're here
What is left for a man to reclaim?
I've tried hard to regather my troops and go on
But I'm not even sure where to lead them
The deep caverns don't even give rest
Some will follow for short times
Then they too pull away
As a failure I stand on my own
To cry out for help brings on greater defeat
As I hang my head low with this burden
Where does one discard such deep guilt?
jake (copyright 1993)
