A Poets Tea Room @ The Lord's Rain

Poetry Of
Christan Raxter

November 6th (I wonder where you are)
The Lipped Massacre
God's Disgrace
I Wait
Thief In The Night

November 6th (I wonder where you are)

I have walked down a path that many have walked before
Yet this time it seems colder
And I am singing a song thousands have also sung
But still this time the singer is getting older
Well I am wishing upon a star that time would soon stand still
While that light I see within the sky for years has died until
I think the night will come when this change will be for real
And I wonder where you are

I am dreaming of a place that I have never seen
And yet this place exists in the mass' mental eye
And I am tasting of a drink that frosts my inner lungs
Still it chills me in a way I can not describe
It seems to me my actions signify a greater work
One in which assumption is hardly what it's worth
Where life is but a glimpse of the eternal death on earth
And I wonder where you are

And tonight I rest my head on a place you've never been
I'm dreaming of the future of my past
Content I am to realize that dreams are just escapes
And I can leave it all within this mental dramatic cast
And yet you are the lead in the play within my mind
As your fate unravels and the plot thickens line by line
With no room for dress rehearsal but the grand opening night
With the production of a lifetime and your name is up in lights
For an audience of one who has seen the show before
And with a mental eye he matches you word for painful word
Only to sadly realize that when the show comes to an end
And in spite all your gestures and your phrases roaring in
That in the midst of all the glamour you forgot it was for real
And by the time of the curtain call, the curtain will begin to fall
And you realize you forgot the most important monologue of all
And I wonder where you are

The Lipped Massacre

Faint traces fell from the would be messiah
As his fingers curled around, one after another
Like soldiers encircling about a wanted man
The dim moonlight fell upon the shoulders of a traitor's victim
Like a prized jewel in an after-hour museum
As sinister eyes watched the spectacle
From their haven of temporal solace and caution
Calculating life with synchronized timing

It was a sight, that night
When a man cloaked in darkness intensely gazed
Upon a man clothed in radiance
And as I too watched in the darkness
I couldn't help but question what had brought us three together
Me, secretly watching this traitor, who was secretly
Watching the savior, who uncanningly seemed to be watching me
And it was almost as if he was giving me a show
Like this whole thing was for my benefit

It made me queasy, watching the lipped massacre take place
As Judas emerged from the shadows
He spoke only one word
Rabbi, which meant teacher
But what was the lesson to be learned in all of this,
As the fallen pupil grew ever closer to the mentor
And reaching over, lightly kissed him

To this day, I cannot tell you why it happened
But at that moment I shook with fright
And instantly that act sickened me
When Judas planted upon him the kiss of death
It was the sound - that horrible sound
For I knew, deep in my heart,
That it was the sound of hell breaking loose

God's Disgrace

Some say life is simple - a presence here on earth
That is here for but a time and then is through
Some say it is vast - a complex entity
Whose purpose is unknown for me and you
Some say life is magical - the greatest show on earth
That dazzles us and takes us for a ride
But I submit to you that life is a man
Who for the gift to love and live did die
We saw it in his eyes when he looked heavenward
Tears of blood and sweat poured from his brow
And his body ached with conflict and desire
For a generation lost within the crowd
We felt it when he breathed, and his breath was damp and chill
His regiment all watching from a cloud
As angels looking on at their master overthrown
All heaven, at last it seemed, was coming down
The gasping voice, the choice, the rasping noise of paradise
Communicated pain unto the mass
While earthly forces idly sat mingling with the dice
And darkness with the blood, it came to pass
And screams of utter torture emanated from the hill
As cries of curdled blood cradled the hour
In a time which makers of peace titled this time a time to kill
And with each second deity loses power
Until we all at last stood still to gaze upon this face
This tortured one condemned to mankind's slay
We wept for our great Transgression who was willingly destroyed
As the horror of our shame just nailed away
We could not explain what we had seen at the end of what we saw
Its infinite ramifications stole our breath
We pleaded within ourselves for something we could not discern
Our grief, it seemed to feel for more than death
And when the thunder rolled, we did not cringe in fear
When the veil was torn, we did not hide our face
And when the soldier shook in fright, we flinched not at all
As silently we witnessed God's Disgrace

I Wait

I wait, alone in a small garden
The night is damp and chill
The air seems cooler upon this eve
Along the lands and the hills
My breath is forming in front of my face
As hands begin to freeze
And invisible fear grips the earth
Unsettling every ease
My heart is pounding, the mind is racing
The blood is scarce contained
The moon is bright in random nooks
The eyes begin to strain
Then through the glades and through the trees
A stranger enters in
Neither aware of my person or place
The silhouette figure begins
And falls upon the dampened floor
The hands upon a face
The cries and pleas resound the earth
And now I fall from grace
My hands, they clutch my pocket
Preparing for the attack
The tears, the deed, the fears, the greed
There is no turning back
Tonight, a life is silenced, tomorrow, I free the land
My weapon is a kiss
And thirty pieces in my hand

Thief In The Night

Like a thief in the night He comes
In the twinkling of an eye He will return
To capture his lambs
The hour is not known
And the seconds fly faster than grains of sand
Each night I wonder if it will be the last

I constantly wait for the midnight cry
And I know the Lord's returning for His people
He's returning for me
Beware to those who have not accepted Christ
For He will not accept you
Any moment He'll arrive
But you will laugh and sleep soundly on your pillow
And that's when He'll arrive
No second chance, no last words
You have an entire lifetime to save yourself

Don't take it for granted
For your very next breath may be your last.

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