Tag Archives: Social Commentary

The Unsatisfied

I buy and spend all that I can,
Just to satisfy me.
I learn what I can to understand,
Just to satisfy me.

I do not understand why it does not
Help to satisfy me,
These things do not, that sit and rot,
Help to satisfy me.

I begged all the rot that I bought,
“Oh please satisfy me.”
To that which I bought, “what is my lot?
“Oh please satisfy me.”

My lot is to grasp not in my hand,
What will satisfy me.
For that in my hand is like the sand,
What will satisfy me?

So falls the sand, to grieve my heart,
Never to satisfy me.
Alas! The dreams of my heart do depart,
Never to satisfy me.

“Depart foul dreams, I want you not,
Do not satisfy me.
I love you not, you vile dark spot
Do not satisfy me!”

Now in this spot my heart does rot,
For it will not satisfy me.
In this rot I cry at the thought,
For it will not satisfy me.
by Ryan Wormald

5-14-09

The World And I

(Part 1)

I once was young,
From within innocence sprung.
But now I am old,
And my heart has grown cold.

Scales have formed,
My Skin has ceased to be warm.
I waste all feeling here;
My face, lost in a mirror.

Death is all around me.
Its time for he,
And I to dance now.
Forever dance forever bow.

But to whom is the question asked.
If we all would tear off our masks,
We would see that underneath,
We are the same beneath.

In the deep there is a voice,
A soft and timid voice,
Like a child lost and scared,
It pretends to have life to share.

Don’t look don’t heed
For there is death in the deed.
A liar is he
And on our flesh he will feed.

Oh all is lost, see we now
As we fall and ask how
Could it be that I would kill me.
That I would die for a lie.

Ah, that is the question man,
How is it we think we are so grand
When we can’t even see.
In darkness we breed.

We fester more hate.
Death we create.
We try to apply our will,
But then we get stuck with the bill.

Our lives are short and quick
Like a candle burning up its wick.
A doomed species are we
As our disease feeds.

This attention to ourselves has become,
Like a child sucking on his thumb
For a time too long
Thumb and food don’t get along.

So the child dies
None to wise
To see that it was he
Who would not be.

There is an end
With no age limit to pretend
Beneath it we are safe
Only death is promised us to taste.

(Part 2)

But wait not truthful am I
There is a way by
This death we have made.
It will not reign today.

Shattered was He
The One who would bleed
On His flesh the child meant to feed
But that would never be.

For this broken One
Was greater than the little son
Of darkness bred
And ill, sin fed.

A mighty King is He
Redeemed we when upon His tree.
Beneath its roots he slept
But at third dawns light He lept.

Scales have fallen off.
I have lost deaths cold cough.
Belief has been given me
And for no fee indeed.

It was we who put up His tree
It was He who paid our fee.
Life is new and young.
From within new wells have sprung.

The dance has been done
The Savior has won.
Our life we cannot claim
We gave it up when death reigned

The child’s head is crushed
We no longer have to rush
Here and there trying to find
Where we left our minds.

Renewed intellects
Empowered without the use of checks.
New creatures are we
Destined forever to be.

To be by His side
To never again die.
Never to lie
Or in darkness abide.

Children of the Light,
Remember our plight
We must never forget
That we have been picked.

Commissioned to life and works
Death has done his worst.
Don’t lose sight of our fight
For we might die tonight.

The victory flag already waves
We have no permanent graves.
Precious child now don’t be afraid
Father has conquered Satan today.

by Ryan Wormald

The Will

Man’s will is only free within his realm,
To chose only that within his gaze.
Foolishly his will thinks his is the helm,
And blindly stumbles on for days.

He will boldly say, in his foolish pride,
That which only sovereigns can know,
“I will tell them all when I will die,
I will decide when it’s my time to go.”

But his air will be for not.
For he cannot see nor does dream
Of the place his fathers forgot.
Beyond his sight lays, a holy theme.

The sacred, man cannot conceive,
For out of his picture it lives
Nor in it will he believe,
Until within him it lives.

by Ryan Wormald

The Lonely Path

There is a path understood by none
But he that walks its way.
A path only traveled by some
Barely visible in the day.
This path isn’t wide nor groomed
Nor is easy to walk upon
The trees are mean in their bloom
And sing a sad sorry song.
Men who tread a path this hard
Are often mocked by the throng
But there is a time not too far
When these men will be gone.
Then this lonely path will disappear
Will grow its foliage down
For no man will be walking there
For no man will be found.

 

-Coram Deo

Apathy Kills Herself

Go ahead and burn.
Soak yourself and ignite.
Its about time you fry,
And crawl after the worm.

Every step is closer still,
Deeper into Hell you go.
Always seeking after the thrill,
And going out for the show.

You spit at all the good,
And yet hope for the best.
Why can’t you do as you should,
And stop beating your chest.

Your face makes me sicker still.
While you have lost the race,
And victory doesn’t come in a pill,
Nor can you buy your place.

Apathy, you though, was nice,
But for it you will pay time.
Your closed mind feeds your vice,
While false beliefs compound your crime.

By your withheld hand,
Did many an innocent die.
Your complacent demands
Helped their killers lie.

You told yourself and them,
That life is found outside.
What a fanciful ugly whim,
And a sure way to die.

Can’t you see the sight.
You’re the one to blame.
You’ve killed all that’s right;
Have brought us all to shame.

This world in which you fight
Has no innocence still.
You have not improved its plight
But rather have helped it kill.

Give up your selfish climb
See your not the cure,
Perhaps you’ll escape the lime,
If you only look to the Pure.

by Ryan Wormald
5-10-04

Have a Sore Throat?

Have a sore throat?
Sooth it in my blood.
Does your head hurt?
Smash my skull in.
Feet racked in pain?
Hammer a nail in mine.
Stomach not feel right?
Disembowel me with a knife.
Do I disagree?
Lop off my head.
Can your eyes not see?
Stick mine with a stake.

I’m here to bleed for you,
I’m here to be your pain.
Feed on my flesh,
Gain yours again.
Sometimes we just need release
My pain can bring you peace.

Can you not reach?
Cut me at the knees.
Are your hands too weak?
Mount mine on your wall.
Do you not smell?
Burn up all my air.
Does your skin itch?
Cut mine into ribbons.
Is your blood too thin?
Eat my brains.
Can your tongue taste?
Burn mine with fire.

Swim in my blood,
It was made for you
To drown your sorrows in.
Liar I want you to consume
My world and drink my blood.
I want to be your pain.

by Ryan Wormald