My name is Malachi. I have no computer, so I wrote this at the public library because I want you to understand the message I’ve spoken. I want to share the love of God with you. Even though there are … Continue reading A Street Evangelist Warning: To End Violence, You Must Imitate Christ.
You are the sun and you are the moon,And I am the poet who adores you;For you I write my verses. Sometimes the sun shines on me,Other times the moonbeams do. But between the sunset and the moon,I’m separated from … Continue reading Adoration
If this earthly existence is all there is,Why even bother?After all that winning and grinning,Don’t you eventually lose? Does the butterfly rememberIt was once a measly caterpillar?And if it does—why would it care?It’s too busy fluttering everywhere. So goes mankind … Continue reading Transformation, New Age, Born Again
Love is a broad, broad word. I was caught up in the moment! I didn’t really mean to hurt anyone? And besides, now you know, That it wasn’t going to work out. This follows me around, And there’s nothing, I … Continue reading Free Range Love
I had an idea for a little poem,That I wanted to write for you. I was a little sleepy,And it was a little fuzzy,So I wrote it down,To review it later, with you. After I wrote it,I had to rewrite … Continue reading Game Over
I’ve traveled the worldLooking for treasure.Looking for pleasure—Anything,So I can getA full measure. I’ve seen the field.I’ve seen the gold.I’ve seen the generationsMining it for ore,They all come,And then, they all go. But why the lust,For more and more?Only to watch,As … Continue reading Field of Dreams
Embrace the day,it was created for you.Sunrise begins it;when sundown,it’s through. But in between,you are free,to gaze into that azul sky,as those weeping nubesfloat on by. Spanish Translation Abraza el día,fue creado para ti.El amanecer lo inicia;cuando se pone el … Continue reading Worry Clouds The Mind
InCels are emotional imbeciles.smooth talkers are reprobates.watch out for these degenerates—they’re both after the farmer’s daughter. these half-witted rustlers,pretending to be city slickers—can’t even afford a cow,yet they want the milk for free. no scruples on the right,lacking modesty on … Continue reading the hook-up counter-culture
If I practice random acts of kindness,am I unkind, most of the time? Yes, but who can judge me, If my mind can’t understand,why it weighs heavy on my heart? Spanish Translation ¿Si practico actos aleatorios de amabilidad,Soy cruel la … Continue reading The Burden Of The Christian
I played all my cards.I took a chance.Let the wheel spin—where it ends—will be my fortune. If I win, I’ll play again.If I lose,whatever happens to me—will be my fault.No one else is to blame. I went for broke;the joke’s … Continue reading The American Dream: I’m All In
To: Friends and Family “I can’t loose sleep worrying about how and when doomsday will come. All I can do is spend my waking hours worrying about how and when I can love you.” “No puedo perder el sueño preocupándome … Continue reading Acts In Futility (Bilingual)
I’m a poet,I don’t doubt it,even ifI’m not very good at it. You can choose,who you want to be—you’ll just have towork at it too. You might not bethe best there is,but I’ll give you the creditfor what you do. … Continue reading Self-sabotage
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