Analysis of five nice related poems

A gust of wind blew in the moisture unto my face.
I smiled to myself knowing the day was here.
The day I had to stand face to face with the truth.
And live without doubting the revelations of the spirit.
No one could be forgiven for a sin so grievous.
Killing an innocent human being.
Or anyone at all, for as long as it is not wrong to not.
I cried out for pardon but met madness.
Waiting for the day all would know god is ruthless.
The joy of evil has left me. only now the pain of repentance.
The joy of repentance has left me only now the joy of evil.
But I know what is appropriate and rush out for it.
Endless madness and that’s all I have now.

A gust of wind blew the moisture unto my face and yet I still felt pain.
Unending pain that I could not describe.
God stop evil and keep the evil within your power.
For now within their power I am powerless.
My assailents, stabbed my anus.
They tortured me until I knew no peace.
All because I chose evil.
Evil was all there was in sight in an abyss of unhappiness.
My evil is a mystery, since I was not happy.
God save me. I love thee and wanted to continue with my anus.
I found no peace and filth surrounded me.
But everyone is evil and I am the only one trying to find my way.

How can I find happiness with the devil since he is against me.
Maybe someday I would find the rhythm to the melody in my heart.
Heaven and paradise will be mine.

Poem 2.
Breathe life into me dear lord.
And save me from despair.
The years have gone past making me wonder.
As I curse the day I was born.
Holding unto god was okay.
Now all I know is pain.
All because I do not have knowledge.
And all of nature is against me for being nonchalant.
About the evil, I should have tasted, smelt and felt.
Maybe I am not evil then because who can be evil and not do that.
I wonder and ask myself a question why was I born.
Another thing has began. And it is slavery.
Is goodness, slavery. No it is freedom.
The freedom to live without onions.
Without having to watch your back all the time.
Loving everyone and being free.
To live to breathe to feel the rain on your skin.
What could be better than freedom.
Because in boring what will your find.
They taught me to think until my head hurt.
And to watch my back every day.
I took the lesson and said nothing wondering why I was born.
The torture was endless as I no longer knew sleep.
Sleep eluded me and I knew because man murdered sleep.
But it was in evil they became wise.
And knew the difference between good and evil.
And in this understood that good was empty.
And that evil held promise.
Or that it did not but what did it matter.
There was no harm in trying is this what they thought.
They had nothing to lose being evil.
And everything to lose being good. Is this what they thought.
No they knew good and evil were not the issue.
But that evil was a discovery into wisdom.
To understand left from right.
And to know what was and what wasn’t.
To understand what was on ground and table it out.
To know what it meant to lose everything.
Or to gain nothing.
I had no preoccupation with evil.
I only went after the things of life.
And gained a little wisdom.
Things like finding some meaning.
In an abyss of loneliness, poverty and pain.
I found everything to be a mystery.
God help me in my misery.
And deliver me from my captors.
This is my prayer.

Poem 3.
My heart is broken.
Because I am torn apart by the hurt.
My life is destroyed by the torment.
And the truth that no one can find me.
I am lost and can never be saved.
Only god’s love can deliver me.
Who will god send to bless me.
With friendship and a life long support.
I wonder.
I know the answer.
The answer is no one.
No one does the kind of things I do.
I live a good life.
And I know little.
But I know that someday I will be free and find a friend.
That’s what I need now as well as my freedom.
Someone to comfort me and my wounds.
Someone to tell me things that would heal my heart.
I know someday I will find that friend.

Poem 4.
There were times in my life.
When I had no hope for a brighter day.
Today my hope is gone.
It has given way to despair.
In my desolation I find truth.
That there are times when one would think.
Of giving in.
Giving in to someone else
But the truth is we must never do that.
Cling to the one who is blameless to you.
They mean everything to you and always should.
It has never been hard for anyone.
It wont be too hard for me.
I just have to hold on…

Poem 4.
Realms and phases of things.
Just stay faithful to the one who dried your tears.
And kept you going in a big dark and evil world.
Just keep faithful to the one who kept you going.
In a world where there is nothing but ill.
Who does not lie to you and try to be happy at your expense.
You will be alright and for all eternity.