poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Faux Free-Will

Pushed to the limits of a wasted life
I sure don’t like what I see
Searching for the cause of all my strife
Disappointed, dejected, I find only me
There is a certain, calm resignation
I am what I am and that is that
Merely affirming my assigned designation
I hear you say, “I sat where you sat.”
My gait is as fixed as my fateful gaze
I walk with a stubbornness born of contempt
Battered and beaten but mostly unfazed
From the ravages of free will I’m not exempt
I am unbowed in my self-determination
My will is as strong as it ever has been
Pride goes before final extermination
Self-sufficiency is the deadliest of all sins.
Lucid winds seldom blow through my mind
Perfect confusion is what I’m all about
It’s hard to see with a heart that’s blind
It’s hard to believe when you’re filled with doubt
The onion’s many layers sing but one known song
It is only an onion through and through
Try as we might sin’s stench is still strong
Corruption saturates both me and you
A stone is cast in my general direction
I have no ready defense to bring
Undeterred in my hopeless defection
I must ultimately feel sin’s deadly sting
Bludgeoned by my misdirected volition
I realize I can no further go on alone
Driven to my knees I assume the position
Prostrate at His merciful feet I fall prone
I go to the only One Who can prevail
I go to the One Who died for me
I go to Him and His blood avails
I go to Him and He sets me free

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