My dear sister all of your poems are beautiful.
I see the Good Lord leading you in his Steps.
For I know that you are truly precious to him.
As well as a gift to others from our Great God.
I see your heart is for Christ and the Father.
For he uses your words to minster to the lost.
To draw them into his Mighty Kingdom too.
For he desires all to repent and come to know him.
Thus drawing them too into his Mighty Kingdom.

She was a razor
a transmission
a delicious purloined proscription
An upper
a roofie
I want a cup
of her ashes
in my pocket
She was a legend
a messiah
a golden lover
and a silver pariah
When I think
of all the faces I carved
into the soft surface
of my desire
I cannot decide
if it was her claws
or her prose
that made me ****
back my saliva
Even if she were to die tommorrow
she would always be
the soul survivor.

What a cruel world we live in
A world led by Satan
A world so confused,
that is so filled with ruse

Oh, you think, at least there is a little peace
But there’s still wars in the middle east
The poor starve, while the rich feast
Abortion rates have increased

What a horrible place to be
Where people are so unruly
and sin abound truly
Why can’t anyone see, maybe I’m just an anomaly

The world’s falling apart
and no one realizes
The hatred’s off the charts
before our own eyes

But what can we do in the midst of this crisis
Well it’s prophecy, gotta wait till it’s accomplished
Until then, we’ll follow Christ and do what is righteous
So in judgement before the Lord, we will be blameless

It's time to invent
a new line of boats that float
on a plastic sea
                             Kelly McManus