Coffee Table DeLights

By Eli Soul

Coffee Table Delights is a collection of poems. It contains poems that are on various subjects that are easy to relate to if read with an open mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483529301

Book preview

tracks.

The Doll House

Wow! Look at all these beautiful carvings,

but no one seems to be talking much.

They look as if they don't hear anything;

so I just watch and hush.

Why can't they comprehend a touch –

not even if they were pushed over?

They're awesomely made

of this earth's, many precious metals.

They seem as tall as trees,

but are more like bushes and clovers

or a mere rose pedal.

So brittle – easy to destroy or set on fire.

They focus far more on the physical,

and are too short for reaching higher.

Their eyes are jewel studded,

but helps them see little to nothing at all.

They stay on store front shelves for viewing –

a small shake would make them fall.

This world is their toy box;

and it's those play items within

that they make gods.

Very few of them want to be different;

they'd rather cling to the things

that are fakes and facades.

Who could ever get excited

when they consistently track that theme?

How can so many be attracted

to inactive and plastic scenes?

They are oblivious to their access to reality

in their world of dreams.

Their knowledge never truly grows

from their days that were embedded in their teens.

There rises this great urge to scream,

because you want to see them free in Christ.

Instead of witnessing their residence in a place

where there is no real Light.

Where its height is limited

to a reachable sky;

but that is all their lives stretch after,

while mixed with their unlimited cries.

They have questions of many kinds

for the God that exists beyond their temporal minds.

He tries to send His son, Jesus, from time to time,

but they choose to keep passing the Savior by.

This is the mistake this vague world

keeps playing by.

Flesh Wars

Forget anyone else –

I endeavor to prove myself wrong.

He makes obnoxious efforts

to tell me what I can't do.

He is the one that makes my test stretch on.

It's only because I agree sometimes,

and as I feed that mind

I begin to lack the faith

that would cause me to able to fly.

So, many opportunities

get up and quickly walk by.

Then as I resign, it's torment that I deal with.

I watch as my dreams

flicker to fade away;

this is really getting old,

over the statement of just a little bit.

Then every day I attempt to release

this negative part that gives a picture

of me in still mode looking on intently -

with this deer in bright light gaze,

while saying cheese.

Please - I'm anxious, in this attempt,

to escape from the thoughts

that would like to bathe in my own days

of a man that is tatted as average.

He tells me that I'll remain normal;

as he's hysterically laughing.

Then that's where I get a glimpse

of a better me

that'll never be a slave to my flesh man.

I'm at the pinnacle of life

bravely peeping my destiny.

No, it's not comfortable;

neither is it stagnate.

I'm always on the move –

while still having a few ill attachments.

Still, God is Who I glory in,

so this is not for self bragging.

My existence has a purpose,

and there is no room for slacking.

Myself is constantly getting confused,

because he doesn't know what's happening.

He thinks I'm too young to be faithful,

to cool to be ruled

by the righteous thoughts of Christ.

He wants me to be a rude guy,

but that's only a fool's lie.

If I want to see a difference made

I got to stand for the truth of the gospel,

and move on what the scriptures say -

with a prescription added for the constant need

to always pray without ceasing.

My Side of the Fence

Greener grass is where I stand.

The freshest water – never bland.

If my mental hand

ever reaches over the fence

then I know that I got to get it together man.

Now life's pressures can cause

my mind to wander,

but the reality of True provision

makes me put those rags asunder.

Come up – is a constant push and plan

that I glean from

the essence of God to achieve.

My visions give me a tease

as I take note to breathe.