The Goat

Carried on it's shoulders, the sins of the community,
Shove it off the cliff, let it be no more.

I was about to write a poem about it, but part of the way through I decided to delete it and just write it out prose-style.

I'm walking singly down the sidewalk, a straight path to my destination. Storm clouds hover around in every direction. My eyes focus in on those straight ahead (they're also beating me from the sides). Weather the storm.

I make this walk so easy,
I keep myself from always pleasing,
Out of shape, hear me wheezing?

Thick cotton-clouds, descending upon the ground,
Black like Laodicean wool, never make a sound,
Subtly they weigh down
All those here who gather round,
Over time they suffocate with hate,
Or in dejection they drown.

Bring us back from death to life,

Renew in us the Spirit right,

Break our bones, then bind them tight,

From within our hearts, give us sight.

Finding Truth

I'm sick of being told I don't know what the Gospel is,
Surely it's not what they're trying to indoctrinate me with,
Rip my soul out, split my heart down the crease,
Pour out the blood and see if it is His that runs in me,
Peer along it's surface,
Run your fingers across the scars,
Feel the stitches that hold together the heart, once left in shards.
Tell me about the grace you have to sear more flesh
How you, by grace, can with judgment, invest
In hypocritical truth,
You say like a salve it soothes,
But all it does is burn me,
All you do is spurn me.

I can't stand the falsity,
The lack of love repulses me,
The Spirit of God emboldens me,
Broken, I am filled with potency,
Pure and blameless, Spirit, focus me,
All the people laugh, the joke is me,
Lo, I press, across my Red Sea,
The Lock has bound up all I see,
The unadulterated Truth's the Key,
Kill all the heresy,
Bind up all the Pharisees,
I can feel the eyes staring,
Evil doubts, captivate my mind blaring,
Those evil eyes glaring,
Trying to fix me upon their idolized red herring,
Google all your answers, swearing,
You know I'm confused at this culture I'm wearing,
In the midst of which the Gospel I'm sharing,
The Law preached is all about caring,
Remove us from our sins, let us not tarry,
Lest in the end our righteous punishment we marry

Dragon through the wake, catch me if you can,
Faster than a bullet train, made by the hands of man,
Caught in the fury of the fiery fiend,
Left by the people who dream of being free,
Walked on by the feet which mean so much to me,
Shot through the barrel of death's despondency,
Slashed by the knives of delicate treachery,
Poisoned and cursed with gruesome lechery,
Slandered by the lips of the world,

Infinite turbine,
Churn this heart of mine,
Spin my mind too fast,
Let vulnerabilities surface past
The inhibitors of truth,
Those barriers from my youth,
Erected by respected shame
Only to bring on selfish blame

Broken mirror finale,
Woes and moans rally,
Droughts of love crowd loudly,
Unexpected.