"A Window" and "Preacher Man"
poetry by Ronald C. Campbell
The following poem shows life from an underside of life most of us don’t want to consider: prison. Its bleak perspective belies the song-like quality of its rhythm and words.
The second poem begins with description and a narrative, but soon takes a turn. Don’t miss them!
A Window by Ronald C. Campbell I see a window where the light comes in Same scene I seen a thousand times before It may mean a lot to you, my friend But a sunrise just don't mean as much anymore Walk up to that window, let the sun caress my skin 105, mid-July, but I still feel cold And you may smile as this new day begins But to me it's just gettin' old So I draw the curtain, keep the sunlight out Try to sleep away another day As the corners of my mind fill up with doubt Wonder if I'll ever be okay After this I'll never be okay I saw a window where the light came in Same scene I seen a thousand times before
Preacher Man by Ronald C. Campbell As I walk down a street, unfamiliar Drunk and stumblin', bottle in my hand Make my way to a crowded corner People watchin' a preacher man Well, the preacher, he's dressed like a beggar And his words rush out in a flood In his hands he's clutchin' a Bible And he's screamin' 'bout fire and blood Most folks are laughin', but some folks are listenin' As he tells us what awaits after the grave For my own part, I just watch the preacher's eyes As he's countin' up the souls that he can save One hand on the Bible, one foot in the grave As the preacher's words they wash on over me My stomach feels like it's about to turn That ain't no preacher, man. That there's a demon. Didn't come to save us, but to watch us burn. He ain't your savior. He come to burn I get to thinkin' and I come to a decision Unmask the demon and expose his lies Wrestle the bastard down onto the ground As the police cuff my hands I realize That ain't no demon. He's just a preacher man As I walk down a street, unfamiliar Brand new town off in a distant land Make my way onto a local church's doorstep Think there's somethin' odd about that preacher man
Meet the Author:
My name is Ronald Campbell, but I go by Chris. I'm a guitar player, songwriter, storyteller, game designer and aspiring comic. I've been interested in telling stories my entire life, through any method I can find. I love to make people laugh, especially when it's an inappropriate time. I haven't stopped trying to pull laughter from people even though I'm currently in prison, where there isn't traditionally much to laugh about. I see the underside on a daily basis in prison, but I try to bring fun into my world whenever I can.
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