The Lion Kicks
Poems
Matthew Nino Azcuy
The Lion Kicks
Poems
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For Christ himself
Lived, died, and was in hell
He could have destroyed mankind
But chose to heal
& to help
He chose to love
More than himself
He chose to be
He has risen, in me
These words;
Are belief
These verses
Are for the modern day
These verses are for you,
& for me
The lion kicks
The lion breathes
The Holy Spirit
In each piece
Chapter One
In the name of them
In the land of thee
From the shifting sand,
& in the hands of he
In the name of The Lord
The voice came to me
The Lion Kicks
While the baby;
breathes
The comeback tale
The conquering of kings…
The pirates set sail
They found beauty
& they sing.
For in Christ himself
They are saved;
And in sync.
He changed their lives
Before the men;
Could even blink….
I am a man
You are the truth
I am skin, muscles, and blood
But there is far more to you
A mysterious figure
The perfection, this vision
I suppose I cannot understand you
Just a poet,
who listened.
To save all of man
From an oppressive state
The largest
The Lion of The Judah
The calm;
& the strongest
The world in fear
The people trapped in darkness
The dirty child scared
Believing,
at its’ hardest
The mark of the beasts
Hope was away
At its’ farthest
But see over the hill with John
The archer angel.
Hits his target
The sinners are saints
You awakened their peace
We are a puzzle of Christ
We all walk;
With one piece
You can burn all the words
But not the spirit in me
Chills charge down my spine
An endless strength,
In defeat
A roaring of Daniel
Goliath’s allies retreat
You let swift victory come
To a feeble people
In need
Born to a virgin
Not a birthing;
so neat
Your words and his verses
Almighty king,
I
