i’m just wondering about motivations…

i'm just wondering about motivations

satan
sat beside
god
and
said
what are you waiting for
man
has demonstrated
time
and
time again
that he’s unable
to meet
the charge
you gave him
to protect
and
care for
your little cosmic
experiment
even you can see
that
from
terra-firma
to
the firmament,
it’s been polluted
some of your
most prized creations
no longer exist
are you going
to let
such a pathetic creature
destroy
the rest of
your
precious creations
come god
let’s do
that
final battle thing
i don’t mind losing
do
you

having found the best star in the universe to watch armageddon….

best star

two
opposing sides
of
the same
small town
each
protectorates
of
what is
right
while ignoring
the rights of others
a scenario
played out
at most local taverns
the players
monitored
by
uninvited guests
due to a loophole
in the rule of americana
that
visitors are to be
welcomed
with open arms
even when
the very thought of them
is repulsive
the observers
of course
receive
a yin and yang description
of the community
which clearly
and
quickly
defines
black and white issues
as grey
where
the wolves
differ only
in the texture
of their wool

nothing to do with fate…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

did you
really believe
that death
would not
stumble
upon you
as you sat
in the dark corner
of the coffee shop
boasting
of your
most
recent
marathon
across mountains
and
through
freezing streams
as though
those tasks
would
document
your unworthiness
to enter
the gates
of infinity
placing you
on some
predefined
postponement list
for an extended
period of time
oh
dear friend
it does not
work that way
death is
a deaf-mute
merely
using his white cane
like a scythe
randomly
finding his way
through
the crowded streets
of life
searching
for
his home
in
armageddon
for
one final
battle

armageddon…


dawning of the new day
let the battle drums
proclaim this day
that hope shall not be denied
today in the armor of truth
hope shall stand
before the gates of hell
and deny death
its rewards for deception
standing as a man
who will not bow before
the arrogance of inhumanity
nor bleed tears of despair
hope shall march into
the spiritual realm of evil
and free the tortured souls
lingering with self-doubt
on their crosses of fear
it shall raise its banner of faith
high in the air
regaining all that was lost
to spirits of greed
and hate
letting no man
nor beast
stand in its way
for this day
victory
will not be
a dream

This poem represents my second response to  the third challenge series between Jade and I.  This challenge is somewhat different in that the prompt is now an audio prompt.  Each poet provides the other with five instrumental songs (so that the song’s words do not interefere with the poet’s) from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her first response which can be found here