Warning long poem, a thought pushing



So it is as it is written so must it be for I am the Lord
Strike that
All those with ears hear
All those with eyes see
No the man is to enchant with the plaything
Sent him

Strange things I have created but this man
Ever changing growing many direction at once
Free will
Quizititive thing
Intelligence lacking
Body pleasure
Enjoys

Sees wonder in such small things
Must forgive him shortcomings
Left them their
Slight faults
Needs a way out

Taken for granted
Temper as strong
Face as lost
Changes so quickly

Maze of life running every which way
Always asking for something

Suffering a point of reference
Pains to joy
Scratch the ground
Army of soldiers
Not reliable
Changes loath

Need my son to understand more
A playing field of life
I send him among these things
Interesting emotions strong
Yearning so different yet special
Life is a creation of wonder
So much to see and believe

Three sides of me plus
The creation
How novel

Growth and understanding
This free will unexpected
Outcome personal explosion
My son will feel evolution

So it is pain to joy
Life to death
Death to life
Creativity to law
Will to pretense
Special to hold

From clay to dust
To energy as ash
Comes and flies
In middle ground
Sound oh voice
Request thee well
While I play
With all the toys
Create heaven
Then hell
In-between give birth
Earth and purgatory
For mind an explosion
Closer to me
For pain equals joy
Pleasure more to employ
Life a stronger place
Glow burns in minor key
We start to be a special
Community

Creature so stupid failure of his God almighty
Yet why am I so empty
Born of age Created
Equal in image
Knowledge beyond
Temper of light
Stars open
Pit waiting
War lost
Writer of the tale
Each word a triangle
Five in mingle
Earth a curse
Man just a plaything
Used and abused
Soldier to fight
Open hells door
Unfair he plays the game
Sends his son to mark a path
In and out of doors
Why could he not save me
Fate pride wheels
So much miss-taken
From value and system
The price of will
Homage not given
Equal to and better
Grab his frail creature
Make him into a minion
A currier to this place they live
A fighter in my army
Even his son will be tempted
Even he will fear death
Walk into my corridors of deceit
Calibrations of life is death
Muddy water upon a scale to fight
I still stand taller than the repast

Sun breaks dawn in map given
Travel a desert seeking
Lay upon a hill
Minding sheep
Sleep in age
Threat of heaven to hell
Fear death
Immortality seeking
Shadows grow
Practice in faith
Love makes a path
Society police by God
Demands his son
Who fears his own death
Turned down the earth from Devil
Was it his to give
Meek soldiers stain
Upon a bed of religious zealots
Shake sands of time from shoes
Yet the Christ held me in his hands
As a babe felt the warmth of mother
Fed at her breast human in ever since
Scraped the ground for survival
Rules and laws instruction
Scripture lived believed
One of me
Tempted tested by the earth
Animal to fruit
Subjective vision
Free will a turn in visage
Love upon a place
Each pebble a rock to overcome
Sin cast upon judgment
From heaven to hell to earth
Shared the taste of wine
Felt the hot sun
Meet hunger head on
Felt the pelt of hate
Shared the love
Loyalty of adoring
Fell under the load of man
Forgave from a cross
Watches the privileged
Sees the hunger of desire
Walks on the soldiers of before
Takes the gold given
As the woman of kings
Become the servant of highest bidder
Wall of will take and give back
Yet in salvation a cross hang
A crib in tribute by animal man angel and evil
Mix is the same freely in the image of God
Yet three in one is still one
Adoration never far from reach as the man wanders the trail curing
A mix so perfect and imperfect picks fate as a cost of the right to choose
Stupid perhaps but a marker for both heaven and hell
The fight takes place in all days but days of Christmas
Play clear as a second or third or perhaps a final chance