Moketta's blog: "Poems....."

The Final Inspection

The soldier stood and faced God,

Which must always come to pass,

He hoped his shoes were shining,

Just as brightly as his brass.



"Step forward now, you soldier,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To My Church have you been true?"



The soldier squared his shoulders and

said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,

Because those of us who carry guns,

Can't always be a saint.



I've had to work most Sundays,

And at times my talk was tough,

And sometimes I've been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.



But, I never took a penny

That wasn't mine to keep...

Though I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear,

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I've wept unmanly tears.



I know I don't deserve a place

Among the people here,

They never wanted me around,

Except to calm their fears.



If you've a place for me here, Lord,

It needn't be so grand,

I've never expected, or had much,

But if you don't, I'll understand."



There was a silence all around the throne,

Where the saints had often trod,

As the soldier waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God.



"Step forward now, you soldier,

You've borne your burdens well,

Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in Hell....

My Man in

BLUE

You came into my life,

all those years ago,

I was nothing but a child,

I was still young, not yet old.

The pain you brought my family,

the story that you told,

of a night that will forever be remembered,

of a choice that has made a part of me forever cold.

I saw you once again several years later,

and it seamed as if we both were doing better,

you no longer with the woman who made you hate her,

and me, well, that takes a much longer letter...

Now when I see you,

you make my heart skip a beat.

I feel like I can jump 10 feet,

I cant be blue.

The way I feel when you touch me,

The way it feels when we kiss.....

I see myself in your eyes free,

It is like you are my own personal bliss.

You love me not because a paper says to,

you love me because you need to, because you want to,

And I love you, OH GOD knows I DO,

when im not with you, I cant help but be blue.

I have no fear when im with you,

you are my guardian,

My personal angel,

My man in Blue.

Now you have been taken from me,

And I dont know if

I will ever feel again your lips,

If I will ever again be free.

So I sit here alone

left to my own devices,

Trying to remember all that you have shown,

to get me threw yet another crises........

Every car I see,

Every set of lights,

I begin to wonder just to me,

Is that YOU? Are we again to be FREE???

My sweet man in blue,

The one who held my heart,

You had me where I flew,

And now we forever part.

I shall never again smile,

Only tears will these eyes show,

While they stare off to that endless mile,

Now my Cold heart is covered; in a soft white blanket of snow..............

The life of a slasher

Ill tell you of the life I once led, As you lay on your soft bed,
The need to feel pain, To see the crimson blood flow from my vein.
You tell me it is wrong, You tell me it is not wright,
But im the one that is there all alone, Im the one that has to fight.
And so its there, That silvery little square, it beckons to me, it makes me where, I seam to float to it,
as if I drift on air..... My hand shakes,
And I know of the pain that is yet to come,
But I draw that silver demon accross my arm,
I see the red line it makes,
There. The blood floes. The cut is done. But do I stop, as the blood makes it winding trail?
It is as if I am a baloon that needs to pop, But im affraid at that too I will fail.
The cuts have been made, The blood has shone, All the pain that once weighed,
Has been lifted and I am once again alone. But I know that it is there,
That little silver friend of mine, When no one else could give a care,
Ill make that cut Just one more time.........................