Killing with Kindness

Kindness made a wrong turn somewhere
and bred an unrequited hope.
Impregnated with expectations,
it bore it's child known as "Despair."

Kindness swung its heavy scythe,
separating grains of chance.
Dividing notion from reality
its job became to now end life.

Kindness gambled to let it ride,
losing its first intent.
Revealing plans for its creator,
Kindness doesn't kill, it's a suicide.

© Kevin Lock, 2010

Taproot

When roots are firmly planted,
it never dissipates.
Its growth may slow after quick spurt,
but it never dissipates.
It may disappoint,
but never dissipates.

The pursuit may consume time,
it is not a waste.
Foundations may shake,
but won't be laid to waste.
It will one day expire,
but never be a waste.

This is the true essence of love,
come and have a taste.

© Kevin Lock, 2010

Higher Expectations

Pushing through the thicket,
Brambles of desire seek
to catch the cloak.
Flee like Joseph,
Proud Stag not weak
As pressures work to choke.
Press forward into hope,
Perfection seems bleak
In search of missing yoke.
No respite in streams,
Where too easily pulled from the creek
Is water of intentions broke.
Searching in ceaseless vain,
Wanting to find and speak
To the one of whom God spoke.

Untitled (Currently)

With trepidation in the air,
the four valves spread their warning.
A time of hurt not long forgotten,
the nay and pain is theirs to spare.

Courage is a stifled thought.
The cavity beats with increasing force.
The mouth remains behind the lines,
sees another battle never fought.

To risk it all and come up dry
could come to ruin them.
In the concert of this chambered soul
The final note is sigh.

While the eyes glance forlorn,
the impending weight of chances pass.
Better not to cause a stir.
Eros never born.

The Losing Fight

How do you fight against the will of man
When God's gift of freedom can thwart all plans?
Desire runs in tunnels deep.
What has sprung must return to sleep.

Happiness is what others hold
Fleeting from my control.
Rare as precious stone,
The pain extends to the bone.

Are God and I so far apart
Wanting different things for our shared heart?
Battles that can be won will be fought.
Solitude will remain always not.

But how do you fight against the will of man?
Seek Him first and you will understand.

Protected Trouper

Lift up thy curtain
and take a peek.
Do you glimpse reality,
or view mystique?

Words chosen in order to deceive.
Not malicious, but protection received.
Veiled intention serve to hide
the character called Wounded Pride.

Look beyond words to find the truth.
Disrupt the game played since youth.
Wardrobe is cloak of mystery.

Keeps you from seeing empty.

The theater show began at Act One.
The closing curtain can't be undone.