The succubi among you and I – 11/28

Richter Belmont and succubi by Candra
I don’t know if there are succubi
among the living, amongst you and I
Who live out with every intent,
to break down men who will repent
That their other woman is a demon,
who they adore now but later will be screamin’
A little bit of pleasure mixed with pain
black and white, a bit of yin and yang,
A balancing act with the darkness,
but to be nothing more than a carcass.
So I’ll avoid the temptation of falling in lust,
because I don’t want to succumb to a succubus.
~Nathanael~

Occupy love not hate

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What’s the point if all you do is shout
on the corner to all who walk by you spout
the bible to all different kinds of people
are you the human equivalent of church bell and steeple?
Do you speak up for those who simply won’t,
or do you speak out for those who simply don’t?
Is your posture one of love, forgiveness, and grace
or do you yell till you’re red and angry in the face,
saying God is love* (*but not actually)
He’s out to get you so matter-of-factly
He looks over the world with contempt, so hopeless
He’s angry with you when you lose your focus
He loves only a few the ones called his chosen,
if these are your words they’re cold and rather frozen
You didn’t get the memo, missed the alarm now you’re dozin’
Sure life is shitty sometimes but I don’t remember God reacted
┬áby saying “This is good, oh wait I take that back”, God never retracted.
God’s love for humanity is there when we choose to hate and not to love,
when we don’t wait patiently, when angrily we push and it comes to shove
When we drop the bomb on our so-called enemies from afar with our drones
When we drop the bomb on our friends in the comfort of our American homes
I don’t profess to be smart, to be wise, larger-than-life and
but I have hope, I believe, that shalom is on the horizon
So when we fuck it up I still believe someday we will get it right
We will walk together in the sun and walk out of this dark night.

~Nathanael~

Holding on to hope

Holding on to hope

Some days I am me,
others I play the fool and act like someone else,
act like who they want me to be.
But when I get down to the truth of the matter,
the better part of me, the best of me is me!
I’ve been playing this charade for far too long,
this facade I wear is wearing thin.
How long oh Lord?
How long indeed.
I need to take God by faith,
not wrapped up in certainly disguised as faith,
but faith,
as a child who holds on to the hand of the one he trusts,
so I want to hold on to hope,
so I want to surrender and fall into love,
fall into my questions and doubts,
and when I am worse for wear…to walk out anew.
I have faith that I will get there,
maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,
the road is long but God bless the road that will lead me to where I need to be.
Hope is where my heart is,
Faith is where my eyes are when I cannot see,
I was lost,
and I remained lost,
and perhaps I am still lost,
but someday I will be found.

~Nathanael~

Dog Tired

Dog Tired

For what of what I don’t have, I desire,
and for what exactly?
Meaningless meaningless everything is meaningless,
what has a beginning has an ending,
what has a start has a finish.
I am dog tired,
I am lonesome,
I am weary and downcast over events I cannot control,
Oh how I wish I could save the day,
but I cannot.
Oh how I wish I could tell you that you deserve better,
but I cannot.
What cannot be said remains locked up within me,
I need to let go, but I am foolish and strong-willed and am headstrong.
Someday I won’t have to carry this load,
Someday I won’t be the fool I am now.
Someday.

~Nathanael~

Some Days

Some Days


Some days…
Some days I rather stay in bed,
Some days I rather do nothing rather than something,
Some days each step is like a prayer,
Some days each step is like being in shackles.
The dreary, the doubtful,
The lost, the lonesome,
The weary and wandering,
Lost in a land that seems so bleak with no sign of grace on the horizon.
Awake.
Awake my dreary soul,
Awake from your slumber,
Awake from your anxious state,
Arise.
Arise with the dawning,
Arise with the imperfect,
Arise and take hold of what you can,
get by get help and get going.
Awake!
Arise!

~Nathanael~

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