Senseless - Poem by Smoky Hoss
Clouds of blue
And skies of white;
The moon by day
The sun by night;
Contradictions in thought and word
So much mental confusion, as
Voices speak, unheard.
'There's a purpose and a plan'
- so some say -
Though hard to perceive in the modern age;
Earth can be a madhouse
We're all quite insane,
Each running amuck
Shouting his or her own name,
So many want to be #1
In the world's eyes,
Foolishly blundering in and out of
Endless empty lies.
Where shall it all end
Where will it stop,
At the drug store
Or the corner doughnut shop?
Anyway we cover the pain
It still will not die,
No matter how hard
Or what any of us try.
It'll all continue to unravel
Right up to the moment
In sudden silence we find,
We've run out of arrogance
We've run out of time.
All the lies told
All the souls so cheaply sold,
Won't be worth a damn
Compared to an honest, humble woman or man.
Lying in the grave
What will we do
With all the money we've made.......
Buy a fancy casket
To hide in the ground,
To never be found?
It's all so senseless
There has got to be a bigger plan
A true purpose, a real reason for man.
What has happened
To the memory of
The meek shall inherit the earth,
What has become
Of the gift of humility
Given to each at birth?
I'm a little confused
A little bit down'
Not sure of what I see
All about, and all around:
If God is to be trusted,
Why do we so often beg for money;
If everything is so damn serious
Why does it all seem so funny?
-Sometimes, I'd like to just go to sleep.
Not wake for twenty years.
Come out the other side
Far, far away from all my doubts, all my fears.
There to enjoy life
Have some true, pure fun,
Walk away from the clouds of gloom,
Go dance and play with so many others
In the happy, refreshing sun.
I'd sure like to tell all this to someone
(who cares, and understands)
Without hearing, ' stop dreaming - be realistic ';
And God knows
I certainly don't want to die,
Being merely another meaningless, empty statistic.
For, I don't believe
I'm the only one who feels
We were not created just to endlessly work,
Blindly driving others
Deeper and deeper into the hurt.
Why do people stop laughing,
Even stop smiling?
- Perhaps they've stopped searching,
And stopped trying.
We're called to dance in that sun
We're called to share, laugh and play,
For this there has to be a time
There has to be a way.
Rushing ever ahead of life is senseless.
It is not life's meaning, nor life's reason.
Only the pace of Love is eternity.
And increasing joy its season.
Life is not at all senseless.......
- If only we'd look beyond our own clutching hand,
We may just find God,
And thereby, come to understand:
There is so much more than drudgery and fear to life,
More than what we can simply see...
With no need so often to act like slaves,
For after all, we know, by grace, we truly are free.
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