New Age (Christ) Ians

Poem By Jesse Pickens

Christ like,
well at least in past days,
in the church.
We must be in the last days,
New dress
New shoes
family seems perfect
In the sanctuary
for everything but worship

Go to Sunday school,
take your smart phone
Family torn down
But leave the problems
back home,
Church is not really
Lets call it
Gossip hour,
Talk about who
likes who
Drama makes you empowered,
Taking bones out the
Your stories are composite,
If talking was cash
you are the queen of
Until one day
your child rose,
Pulled a letter
Was the details
of his mother
You're exposed..

Comments about New Age (Christ) Ians

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of PICKENS

Living In The Past

The Emancipation Proclamation was put into effect in 1863,
That meant freedom for slaves,
the ones who looked like me,
blood, sweat, and bullets were shed along with tears,

The Deception Of Perception

You are late to every event,
in the mirror you stare,
minutes quickly turn into hours,
but you don't seem to care,

Popularity Is Deceptive

Outskirts of the eye,
you have it all together,
grade school-
beauty seems to be

Confidence Is Key

Confidence is a stain,
you can't wipe off
Put the pen in my hand
And turn the lights off,

Under The Lights

In the bible it states that no sin is more fraudulent than another, so in this mighty country that we have labelled the Home of the Free,
why do we judge each other,
constantly dropping the judicious mallet that belongs to God,
point fingers and ridicule the next man,