This poem turned out to be another story about a lawyer who loses faith in himself and the system and finds a new path for his life while leaving the courtroom one day. The word today “Friar” was the one that triggered me to think of this theme. 13 random words were used and highlighted in blue, thanks to the following people (followed by their words) for contributing to today’s poem:

@coach_gold (tome), @coyotesqrl (chapter), @WhiskeyChick (unscrupulous), @azredneck (hyper), @IntegralChaotic (friar), @BlazingMinds (bliss), @crimsong19 (death), @SurfCityJay (expense), @netta50 (delicious), @lejonprime (gastropod), @craftyGAgal (jubilee), @cheth (mystify), @benjphoto (dilettante)

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A Life That’s Changed

A miracle was witnessed an ordinary life changed
This man once a laywer in bitter turmoil
A personal life falling to pieces and shame
Putting away unscrupulous criminals was always his purpose

This trial jarred the man for some reason
A monster so vile he was sentenced to death
The verdict was just yet the lawyer felt hollow
Had he not served the people and the law?

Was He Tired of justice being served
At the expense of a piece of his soul
He felt at the end of his rope and his game
But what happened that day would mystify him

Wandering a different path when leaving the courtroom
Something special would happen this very day
The man passed an ancient church door ajar
Maybe he was seeking hope or forgiveness

Whatever drove him to veer his course
He would tell you it was his fate
A wave of excitement started to creep over him
He felt alive and vibrant and hyper inside

He opened the door and there sat an altar
Carved in marble and dressed in gold
Light trickled in from stained glass windows
A single beam highlighting a silver goblet

So he ran to the goblet a fire burning inside
Lifting it to his lips he drank the water
The taste of his soul cleansing was delicious
His mind wiped of doubt, fear and guilt

No more does he feel this way, his mind is free
Like a gastropod emerging from its shell
He steps out of his old way of life
Like disrobing from soiled clothing

So begins a new chapter in this man’s life
It beings by studying an ancient tome
Dedicating ones life to become a friar
And achieve bliss through understanding god

He had become a dilettante in the pursuits of faith
And when One year was passed spent in silent pursuit
He spoke for the first time at his jubilee
Harmony is found my soul is clean he declared

Those around him bore friendly smiles
Brother, Sisters and Friends to all
He lived his life free the rest of his days
Never looking back on the courtroom’s call

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Today the words coalesced for me into a sad poem that puts the reader into the mind of someone trapped in a coma.  This poem was created based on 10 random words provided on twitter by some of my followers.   If you enjoy my poetry please vote for my poem on BlogNetAwards, register and click the # of stars you rate my poetry blog.

The people who submitted and their words are listed below.  Thanks to the following people who contributed today:

@coach_gold (savor)
@azredneck (perishable)
@coyotesqrl (daffy)
@amh615 (impertinence)
@SurfCityJay (gratuitous)
@nipplelicious (comatose)
@blm03 (shopping)
@benjphoto (fractious)
@kcarruthers (vicarious)
@cheth  (swing)

The World Passes Me By

Wake me from this comatose state
My mind can waste away, my body is perishable
Time elapses without a thought
What I would give to savor life
Instead trapped within a dream
In a hospital bed of white linen

You have bestowed such gratuitous care
Thinking of nothing but my well being
This condition an utter impertinence
Our lives scarred while time stands still
I feel you close and feel your despair
Yet unable show the slightest response

I miss the daffy way we danced on the grass
The laughter the joy and even the pain
We used to hold hands and swing them high
Showing the world without a care
I miss the nights spent on white satin
I miss pressing my palm to your face

I want you to move on and not share my fate
Because I am trapped here in this state
You should be out shopping for happiness
Find another to heal your soul and mind
You do not suffer in this vicarious inert state
If I could tell you these things to your face

I would only put you in a fractious frame of mind
You would argue you are here until the end
Arguing would be a blessing a welcome gift
Instead I lie here wondering why
Why you and I both suffer
As the world passes me by

-Poem by Dragon Blogger