rhymarhyma poetry 4

[rhymarhyma]

figure-eight

I'm on the dark side of the rainbow, yo
I feel the darkness hanging over me everywhere I go
The clock is mocking me, tick-tocking my life away
with death constantly stalking me, walking me towards the gray
MAYDAY...MAYDAY...my time is coming soon
A little red balloon from the other side of the moon
bouncing through the air to let you know I'm always there
"Where'd my daddy go?"...Hey, your daddy's everywhere
I have defeated the world, and I am promised to conquer death
because I want you...I need you...I love you more than breath
I pray the otherside will clear the cobwebs of my mind
where life and death will always be forever intertwined
and you will find me in your eyes, for your eyes have always smiled
You are everything to me...you are my hope...you are my child
and if I could...I would chase away your fears
answer your confusion...cry all of your tears
I would take all of your pain as my own and scream
Take my hand and understand this life is but a dream
but beyond this dream exists a heavenly endeavor
where I can love you forever, and I will leave you...never
Here and there and now and then
and I know you didn't know you'd never see me again
but the last time that you saw me wasn't the last time that you'd see me
for I will wait...figure-eight...here in eternity
Sometimes words get blurred when I sit down and write
and I find myself rambling in the middle of the night
As for now just know the past is so far, far away
and I'm a rhyme lost in time who lives to die another day...

The pencil conveys my mind, thoughts come alive upon the pad
Letters dance around, forming words of moments had
Moments of a madman...sometimes happy, sometimes sad
Wanted dead or alive...and I only want to be your dad...

 

[rhymarhyma]

my city...she weeps...

I've ran those streets, and I've cried in those streets
Lived in those streets...and died in those streets
but a man cannot run from the memories he keeps
and I know deep within the streets, my city...she weeps...

Don't cry, Mile High, for your weary shall be free
The day will come, Thy kingdom come, when God's mercy you will see
The poor will be rich, and the hungry will be fed
for the Lamb of God is coming...let the streets run red
Blood is the color that will wash your soul clean
and clear every tear that your eyes have ever seen
Dear city, your children, they will have vision and voice
The only division will be divided and decided by choice
Rejoice in the Lord!...The keeper of the flame
who tends all your lost children, and he knows them all by name
The Shepherd knows his sheep just as the Father knows his Son
and he will leave the ninety-nine...to go and find the one
One lost and lonely and crying child
will not be left to wander all alone in the wild
Everyone will hear the trumpets, the resounding sound of drums
and the children will have shelter when New Jerusalem comes
Until then, my friend, I will share in your sorrow
Just know the lost of today are the found of tomorrow...

 

[rhymarhyma]

Father and child

I remember the day
the day you were born
Through the gates of Heaven
I could hear the angel's horn
as you came out of the darkness
a world that's always night
and you breathed, and you cried
and you reached for the light
So from that very first day
I've tried to make you understand
that never will I leave you
I will always hold your hand

I watched you die that day
and then I watched you live
and I knew in my heart
there's nothing I wouldn't give
to take you home someday
someday very soon
and I made you a promise
on that cold afternoon
I promised if you fell again
I would always help you stand
and wherever you went
I would always hold your hand

So now here you are, child
so deep in my heart
and I knew this day was coming
from the very start
From when I first held you
and gave you your name
An eternity went by
before you actually came
Well before you were born
this moment was planned
that I, your Lord and Savior
would be holding your hand

 

[rhymarhyma]

Who would I cry to?

I can't seem to remember how many friends I've carried
How many I've cried for, how many I've buried
How many different mothers I've watched shed tears
I seem to have forgotten over all these years
and I can't seem to remember that most grisly sound
The cranking of the chains as they're lowered in the ground
The thud of the dirt as the caskets disappear
and the names on the headstones, so glossy and clear
and I can't seem to remember all of the late night cries
sitting on the porch, looking toward the skies
as I tell my friends I'm sorry and drop tear after tear
and I just can't believe that they can't hear


How would I cry out to my friends
how could I tell them that they're missed
because where would people go...
if God doesn't exist


I can't seem to remember the day my mama passed away
screaming to her "No! Mama, please just stay"
Hanging my head sadly, dropping down to one knee
knowing I just lost the greatest part of me
and I just can't remember not crying, for my brothers
concealing the tears, pretending for others
Telling them "Hang on" and "Be strong like me"
"We have to stick together because we're family"
I can't seem to remember when I finally got to cry
It seemed like a week before my eyes were dry
I finally got to show my mom how much she means to me
and I just can't believe that she can't see


How would I cry out to my loved ones
how could I show them that they're missed
because where would people go...
if God doesn't exist


I probably won't remember the day that I die
or being resurrected in the midnight sky
as I listen to the sound, the beautiful sound
of a multitude of angels gathered around
and I don't think I'll remember feeling all the pain
the days of sorrow, the days of rain
The times when I was of the world, the times when I was bound
All the times that I got lost, before I was finally found
but the one thing I'll remember are the ones I'll leave behind
I'll be in their hearts, and I'll be on their mind
They'll know that I am there every time they turn around
and they just won't believe I'm just forever in the ground


I will know that I am loved
and I will know that I am missed
and it's all because of God...
that I even exist

 

[rhymarhyma]

Could I save the world?

When I look at my son, when I look deep in his eyes
and I see the true child, the love, the surprise
could I sacrifice him, knowing if I don't the world dies
Knowing, even knowing, that again he would rise

Even if I knew I'd see him come day three
If it were certain, for sure, a true guarantee
and on the day he returned, mankind would be free
could I watch him get humiliated, for all to see

Could I watch him carry his cross, and not offer a hand
Watch him drag it, weak and bloody, across the land
without screaming "That's enough!" and drawing a line in the sand
Could I watch him fall down, and not make a stand

Could I watch him get whipped, and thorns pressed to his head
Could I look him in his eyes as he cried, as he bled
Could I allow this, even though I knew he'd rise from the dead
No, man I couldn't, I'd ask that I die instead

But if it didn't work because I wasn't the one
and if I wasn't good enough to save everyone
If no matter how I tried, I couldn't save anyone
Then the world would have to die, because I could not give up my son

I could not let him go, I could not say good-bye
I could not bear to see a painful look in his eye
Without my son, every day, I could only lay and cry
My son is my life, so I guess the world would die