EDGARD THE BARD: JOB'S QUESTIONS (PART ONE)

EDGARD THE BARD: JOB'S QUESTIONS (PART ONE):   Question: Who are You? Are you who the Bible says you are? Which version of the Bible? Or are you who my Pastor says you are?   ...

JOB'S QUESTIONS (PART ONE)

 Question:

Who are You?

Are you who the Bible says you are?

Which version of the Bible?

Or are you who my Pastor says you are?

 

Who am I?

My apologies,

I speak with indignity coupled with an abject base of absurdity

Because I want You my Lord to listen to me.

 

Where do You come from?

Scratch that…

Where do I come from?

Sorry, I had said one question,

 

Mention;

Why is life so hard for me?

Alpha and Omega;

You promised, You promised that your word is true,

Tension, tension is what I feel after her latest abuse.

 

Question Two:

Where are You?

Where do you hide as I lay in here in these tears?

Why is it, why is it that when I seek your face in these desperate times,

I can’t, I can’t hear clear?

Where were you when she stabbed my heart with spears?

 

Where were You when she said no?

When I went on my knees,

Gave her my love

And she grabbed it,

And threw it out the window!

 

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN MY FATHER DIED?

Where were you when my mother cried?

I feel, I feel so low

Like, like depression got me hypnotized.

It swallows me so deep

That I can touch sorrow’s throne…

No! Not even hell is this low.

Ripped to shreds I whither in my pillow,

You say, you say

Be still, be still

But like a statue I am stuck

Sinking below sea level.

 

So where are you?

Why did you go?

Why did you leave me?

Why did you leave me all alone?

 

Written by Edgard The Bard

(To be continued...)

EDGARD THE BARD: I AM LOVE

EDGARD THE BARD: I AM LOVE: I am ruthless yet kind, You better be on the wrong side of the guillotine, For I have brought down the best of mankind. I have faced t...

I AM LOVE

I am ruthless yet kind,

You better be on the wrong side of the guillotine,

For I have brought down the best of mankind.

I have faced the sword of adversity,

Brutus’ sword at my throat,

Hitler nibbling at my heels,

And Amin’s gun at point-blank range.

 

I have derailed many a democracy,

And shattered many a dictatorship.

I disrupt the dispute within the institute and remain resolute.

I am the Lion roaring in the jungle,

I feed on those who purge, steal, and smuggle,

 

I criticize the uncriticized,

Satisfy the unsatisfied, and rectify the satisfied.

I am a rose of thorns, a piece of humble pie.

I am that which you use to crush a lie 

And turn its cry into a simple lullaby,

 

I am LOVE!

 

I am the shame that nags your bowels,

And the odor that terrifies your nose.

I am the youth that excites the hormones deep within your bosom,

I palpitate as you lift your chest.

 

I am a Father to the Orphans,

A monument of peace,

And a token that cannot be broken.

I am a light in the tunnel, a tunnel in the light,

 

I am the beginning and the end,

The Alpha and Omega,

I am the old school and the new trend,

I am the fathomed unfathomed reality that

Love will never end.

 

I am LOVE!

 

Written by Edgard The Bard.

EDGARD THE BARD: RECKLESS LOVE

EDGARD THE BARD: RECKLESS LOVE: You feed a rat You feed a snake You feed a mosquito You feed a bedbug, How much more do You love me? You feed a hyena You feed a vulture You...

RECKLESS LOVE

You feed a rat

You feed a snake

You feed a mosquito

You feed a bed bug,

How much more do You love me?

You feed a hyena

You feed a vulture

You feed a maggot

You feed a virus,

How much more do You love me?

You dress cacti

You dress weeds,

You dress thorns and twigs

You dress poison ivy,

How much more do You love me?

Written by Edgard The Bard

JUST ONE TOUCH

Shoving, crawling,                         

Scraping, chaffing.

My voice taut,

Bone and sinew stretched out.

My target;

The hem of Your garment.

 

For twelve years,

A filthy rag,

An ugly street dog;

That is what my mirror showed me.

 

For twelve years,

Blood and tears,

Pain, anxiety, and fear,

Are the friends that held me dear.

 

For twelve years,

Twelve dead rats,

Twelve dead bats,

Are the perfumes that engulfed me.

 

For twelve years,

Pill after pill,

Prod after prod,

Guinea pig, guinea dog,

 

For twelve years,

Shilling after shilling,

Doctor after doctor,

Eluded me, deserted me.

 

So I reach out:

Shoving, crawling,

Scraping, chaffing.

My voice taut,

Bone and sinew stretched out.

My target;

The hem of Your garment.

Written by Edgard The Bard