Poetry by Alex Keener

Eyes of the Cynic

When humanity looks unto the sky,
All stars their eyes reflect understanding;
The greatest of us knowledge hold most high,
And minds expand, universe closer bring.
All the world’s heart is locked within a cage,
Shackled within the cynic’s clouded eyes.
The kings and queens and leaders of the age
Deny their Lord, who did all things devise.
The One who rules all must be over all;
A hand in everything, but ‘throned above,
Shrouded from the Universe since the Fall.
Though He’s unseen, the cosmos bleeds His Love.
O Lord, may our eyes meet across the veil,
And may Your Wisdom over ours prevail.

schizoid

Turn away
Leave me with my ghosts
For they know better
All that is good
They know
And I don’t
I just keep failing

Look in the mirror
See how far
Baby steps to
Baby steps
Crawling
you’ve come.

Look down
You are
You failed
worthless.
broken.
nothing.

Look up
You think
Unforgivable
you can be saved?
Heaven denies you,
o ye of little

No.
You are not me.
Antiquity defines no one.
You are a false prophet,
wretched leeches.
Through Love,
my mind is free.

Light

You are the light, you are the sun,
And the world plunges deeper into a clouded night,
Stumbling, tripping, falling into ditches.
Crowds wander aimlessly
Through life’s darkened forests;
They find food, maybe,
Or they run smack into trees.
But the dim light of the clouded moon,
The sun’s dreary dying reflection,
Is lost in the treetop canopies of design.
We see glints of light here and there,
Faces become barely visible;
But at a slight breeze or motion,
The light is gone again.

I wander
Far from the forest,
Far from this
Primitive
Stumbling
Civilization,
And look up.
A light,
Filtered by clouds,
Shines down.
I see you.
I am home here.

speak softly

“Go,” we are told, as
The dead amass
In the little blue room.

“Go,” we are told, as
The living huddle together,
Whispering and giggling.

“Go,” we are told,
As one walks toward the dead,
Shouting and dancing.

“Go,” we are told,
As the one who left
Is mocked and beaten.

“Go,” we are told,
As the dead disappear,
Never to be seen again.

“Go,” we are told,
As the living disappear,
Never to be seen again.

“Go,” we are told,
As the one who left ascends
From the little blue room.

“Go,” we are told,
As the dead who heard
Rise and follow.

Copyright 2014 Alex Keener

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