So much power #poem

So much power,
The nimrodism,
The sense of knowing all,
Yet being unable, to coordinate.
When one line, won't couple, with the other,
Where son clings longingly,
To the known, and never, moving on.
When deep knowing, can only suffer,
As desperate hearts, need reinforcement,
Only knowing, that letting go, is the only way, to gain control,
Of one's own soul, and all the pounding,
Stating, now, it stops.

There's a time

There's a time, to be,
There's a time, to die,
There's a time, to wonder,
And a time, to lie,
But what I'll never, ask myself,
Is "why? Oh, why?
Beneath this broken sky,
This rhyme, released,
Will send its buzz,
To all the world,
With all its din,
And thirst, and emptiness,
Of life of sin,
As fear, will do its worst,
And enter in,
Punched, like a weave,
Until, it's bound,
To make her leave.