High Cost of Covetousness

I wrote this poem back in February of '09. Apparently, I was struggling with covetousness. Thank God for growth!

Is it worth it?

But it'll be so sweet

When I'm rockin' those Coach shoes on my feet

You only live once

So mind as well live it up, I say

But how do you suppose I do that in a Godly way?

Everything is permissible, but not everything is beneficial

I say,

It is a benefit...@least to me

To have the material things I desire

Even if that means I burn my pockets down to the last thread

Ain't like I'm robbing God of His

And I'm single...don't have no kids

So why can't I spoil me?

Ain't I worth it?

Maybe I'm missing the point

Have to be because something doesn't feel right

The Alphabet

I wrote this poem back in February after reading about the ancient Egyptian language:

Hieroglyphics

Like a slave, you read it

But I feed it

To you like an Egyptian

No way to eat it

Characters of the TOO many

So I rebus you tourist back to the foundation

Look...then sound it out

If only it were that simple

The modern type makes things that way

But really it's a puzzle

So complex

Makes one vexed

Put on your thinkin' cap

Use that hex-a-gonal sense

It's a trip

Let's take this ride

Nah, let's go home

First, get the key

Now we can roam back to 1799

Take this expedition

'Til we find Rosetta Stone