LORD IT’S TIME

 

Trash blew along an empty street,

   And in the distance is a sound of a train –

In an old tavern where people meet,

   As whiskey somehow numbs their pain!

 

On a park bench people sit in the shade

   The smell of cigarettes fills the air –

There is endless talk of the USAID,

   And how our elected leaders don’t care!

 

And we wonder how we became so dumb,

   And why we put our faith in mankind –

But I say, “Justice will soon come!”

   And to that I pray, “Lord it’s time!”

 

“For there is nothing covered, that shall

not be revealed; neither hid, that shall

not be known. Therefore whatsoever ye

have spoken in darkness shall be heard

in the light; and that which ye have spoken

in the ear in closets shall be proclaimed

upon the rooftops.” Luke 12:2-3

 

Thomas Theophilus© April 14, 2025

  

 

 

 

 

MYSELF TO BLAME

 

I’d like a different thought

   For every time I think –

I look at all the battles I’ve fought!

     Then my mind goes blank –

  I guess it’s time for a drink

    Soon today will turn into night,

    Then it will be one less thought to fight!

 

The world in which my eyes see

   Leaves little hope for mankind –

But that’s just thoughts in me!

     What I can see gives me pain,

   And heartache, for all the souls lost –

     Too many thoughts drive me insane,

     But I just have myself to blame!

 

Thomas Theophilus© April 11, 2025

NEW BOOK

 THIS WILL BE ON AMAZON/BARNES & NOBLE ON APRIL 11th "Enjoy the journey!" 

THE LITTLE THINGS

 

It’s the little things that run our lives,

And with that said I’ll have to declare:

“We all breathe the same air!”

It’s the little things that run our lives,

And with that said we can only pray -

That God will grant us another day!

But others will not always treat us fairly,

And with that said I’ll have to declare:

“We have to forgive them all!”

And their wrong deeds to never recall -

It’s the little things that run our lives,

And with that said I’ll have to declare:

“Feelings of revenge are all gone today,

And the little things are now packed away!”

 

Thomas Theophilus© April 5, 2025

 

 

DOOR OF NO RETURN

They say that love and hate were once dear  

friends - 

But that was before a woman came between 

them - 

Who is the judge of the fires of love? 

and how can a heart endure such pain! 

For many have tried and many have failed  

to conquer the wiles of passion - 

 

It’s like a moth to a flame... 

Pheromones are released into the air... 

and the smell of seduction will intensify! 

To you I am drawn like a baby to its mother’s  

breast -  

 

How can this be... 

You have weaved your web, and I struggle, 

but you have entangled me... 

I am bounded by your strings of silk... 

and in time you will devour me! 

 

Love is the thread that binds one’s heart, 

and hate is the result of you breaking it - 

You spray Musk upon your skin... 

You paint your lips a dark red... 

You put a ribbon in your hair... 

Then you slowly open the door of  

no return! 

 

Epaphroditus© October 9, 2005