Friday, May 6, 2016

Wrong Songs

Wrong Songs

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)




In songs poignant
we sing longingly
though our words hurt you

beautifully hitting notes
high and low
supremely aching
about distorted desires,

not mistakes made,
but deliberate steps taken

hoping you'll be inspired
to drop your majestic laws
and free us

to live morally independent
and conscious-less.
As we beg your forgiveness
yet, petition that you let us be
Not what You purposed,
but how sin impels us:

follow our hearts, our feelings
in whatever direction
whenever or wherever the blackness led.
Evict restraint.
Let it not seed inside our heads.

Don't let morality impede us.
Although, we live consequences blue,
leaving behind brilliant trails of red.
We ask that you turn your back.
Heed our prayers:
Continue to feed us
no matter that practices gray-to-blackness
lead us.

Right our wrongs;
cover the casualties;
straighten then smooth the rocky paths
we'll bound to face still ahead.

You know we love you; but love our ways more.

Please, stop your justice
and close wisdom's door.
Hold back the hour of your ultimate power.
Let nature take it's course
as we raise our talented united voices
instead.

Yes...

In songs poignant
we sing longingly
though our words hurt you

beautifully hitting notes
high and low
supremely aching
about distorted desires,

not mistakes made,
but deliberate steps taken

hoping you'll be inspired
to drop your majestic laws
and free us

to live morally independent
and conscious-less.
As we beg your forgiveness
yet, pray that you let us be
Not what You purposed,
but how sin impels us:

follow our hearts, our feelings
in whatever direction
whenever or wherever the blackness led.
Evict restraint.
Let it not seed inside our heads.