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FoolishExploding over the walls,
your personal Jesus can't save you.
Why, why, why
her demons scream in her face.
Blinding and illusionary in the dark,
but you and she can't see,
all pent up and foolish actions.
Does it loose meaning?If I say I'm sorry
does it change a thing?
Would to keep saying
that one word be demeaning?
To say it today
and then say it the next
to say it again and again
does it not loose meaning?
Should I say that one-
for just a small taste of:
anger, annoyance, bitterness,
a raised voice in a sentence?
Should I say I'm sorry?
But, still this image...I remember the days
of sunflowers and daises;
of passion flowers blooming
and the consciousness of a lotus.
Memories of wind and sun,
water lapping upon coasts
and tidal waves of revolution -
the true beginnings of a peculiar bloom.
Washing up on stranger shores,
staring at a new symmetry,
the forming of a unknown world -
the starting of quiet discontent.
An invention, a discovery, outlandish!
Growing faster, faster, fast -, fa -
to a grotesque transformation
into an astonishing reflection.
Expanding and contorting,
flowers bursting in fire and rebirth;
from marvelous and into extraordinary
but still, this image...
A Glass JarI fought with a pen instead
never thinking to use a sword.
Words flowed unbidden, non-rhyming,
the beginnings of a strange symmetry;
These words whispered across the pages,
ink constantly flowing, flowing -
rivers of words pouring out of pen
into a glass jar full of dreams.
Alas, these images of past, present
and the future of my yesterdays,
are only just a glass jar full of dreams.
Glimpse, A Glint, of possibilitiesA flash, one moment,
just a simple glimpse
one whisper full of meaning
and eyes shining out bright.
The sun catches upon a shine,
a glint, an echo, a brush,
a field of a soft golden glow
and trees of deep, deep roots.
Promise, promise, promise,
a promise of something more -
left or right, or walk off;
Make it quick! Make it quick!
Brimming full of the more,
bubbling over, flowing out
quickly take a sip from it
or the moment is gone to soon!
A moment, a glint, an echo,
one glimpse of what could be;
if only, if only but for one
moment to make a choice.
Suddenly, but oh so suddenly
It is gone.
The Wind RagedRage, rage, the wind went
it whirled about in discontent.
It never seemed to stop it's lament
and neither would it relent.
It cried and cried and cried,
having no where to hide.
It just could not seem to abide
being so very cold outside.
All the wind wanted was to find peace
and yet already had it's release;
The wind just did not know how to cease
or even remember how to be nice.
Jar of DreamsShe collected her dreams,
one by one in these glass jars.
She had a giant collection sitting,
always sitting on a bunch of shelves-
they were tucked away between books
and lost underneath papers, hidden away.
Sometimes she would take them out to see,
wanting a view of what she had once dreamed.
Never ever did she think or wanted to release them
for doing so would meant to shatter her precious jars
and she was ever so afraid that those shards would cut,
cut and cut and cut her, leaving her shredded into pieces.
So on rainy days, she would find them, take them to the window
and put them on display as she counted them all, one, two, three...
she would cry and cry with the rain always wishing, always dreaming
of the day that maybe she would be unafraid to release the precious jars
Flower's InstructionsWith tender care a seed
was planted into the garden.
It's life grew fast as children do,
from seed to bud to bloom.
Flower greeted the world with
its beauty and petals almost overnight.
The flower told the gardener,
as it bloomed it's colors:
Treat me well fair world
for I am small and delicate
Give me gentle winds of words
for hurricanes will blow me away.
Give me tender kisses of light
so that I may not wilt from harsh love.
Give me soft rains of kindness
so I may be kind and strong.
If you do these things
I'll be beautiful for life.
Desire Has WroughtDesire found itself upon lonely shores,
washed up on an a tiny island
no where to go except
in a circle around an island.
There is nothing to do but think before ,
stretch out upon sands;
come to terms, accept
what Desire had done.
Desire, Desire, the waves whispered,
expressing the loneliness of Desire
of knowing what once had been grasped
and what has been lost.
Nothing Desire thought of could deter
the thoughts of what had transpired
what desire had almost clasped
but now knows the cost.
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
Still WorshipBetter or worse I will still worship
Flat on my face or smiling into the heavens; I will still worship
When my world feels like it's crumbling, I will still worship
When my heart starts to grow cold, I will still worship
When I have a nightmare of the future, I will still worship
When I have the feeling to scream in blind rage, I will still worship
I will still worship You when the tides start to rise and the thunder roars on
I will still worship You when Willy Pete of the world starts to burn my skin
I will still worship You when my own parents tell me to shush
I will still worship You when the sky starts to open up with Your mercy
I will still worship You when my heart cries for You
I will still worship You my King; You understand and love me
I will still worship You when I cry when I remember the pain I caused
I will still worship You when I cry with everlasting joy that You have brought me
I will still worship You when I cry after seeing the blood You shed for me
I will still worsh
THE HAUNTINGVeils of sadness seemed so becoming
beckoning and crying for needs which appeared to be running
to rivers of hopes gone astray
pooling at shores of her shallow bay
quelled hatreds there were broiling
beneath still waters slathering like an oiling
to his outstretched arms and into his pores as the liquid leaked
till he was saturated with her summer fragrance that almost reeked
of despair and the thoughts that washed up there
and in his veins pulsed a sense of her eyes,
of her hair...
in his mind he'd heard her sighs,
knowing not who she was as he lingered at those shores
but sensing that these willows had once witnessed much more
no one had been present to ease that horror
but perhaps the screams of a heart bleeding through him into the moist
had led her to know that to someone she had a voice
had led her to move beyond this place
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.
TithingGod went on tour
visiting the different denominations.
They didn’t know He was on tour,
except maybe the one or
two parishioners that looked at Him funny
when He emptied His entire
wallet into the collection plate.
That which nature had perceivedThe surrender was a dream
that sends her
searching for a single sire, to lead of her
among the trees, that which nature
as these brandishing leaves
which bequeathed, what these branches
as from a seed to these advances.
wondering, What nature'd tongues
was more then what one glances, to believe.
what is beauty, if not for what these learnt eyes,
Renewed in the silence, what spoke of its nature'd
was a resonating smile, yet spread upon these lips.
Bring the RainI run, I fight, I lived and I died
For the love of this girl
My whole world
Yet I run far away off to my deep dark days
When I was something truly different
As I was a soldier, a beast
Fighting as my heart bleeds
Waiting for the day
When all the pain will fade away
Far out of sight
As I come to know the light
No longer fighting for me
But for my father and king
The cause that brought the rain
To wash away all within my past
And this broken heart at last
After so many days too far away
From the light that washed the night away
Torn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden1. The Garden of Eden
Nitimur in vetitum
“Subdued to the glary light,
To The Paradise, the land of bliss,
I’m bound in this endless rite,
Magnificent, sheer wings have been given to me,
Simultaneously, incapable of flight…
O Lord, rusted chains you have wrapped around my fragile wings,
Enslaved by you, almighty God,
Kneeling I confess, by the freedom I am awed,
Father, by the knowledge I am mystified!”
Damnant quod non intelligent
His limpid blue eyes are filled with hope,
Gleaming folded wings awaiting the ethereal break away,
The silence conquers as his wish starts to decay,
Dismayed he waits,
Blood is dripping from the dreams that had led him astray.
“My glistening winged son,
Shallow words had reached my ears,
Let them hollow wishes shun;
My broken creation, you shall repent,
Blot out the thoughts intended your rank to descent”
Angel with the scabbed wings kneels for the last time,
By the stream of sorrow he has been taken away,
Sharp words infi
StrangerKill me now lest I dream to deep
or to fast that I am swallowed
by all that is and was.
While chasing the white stag,
the trees melt and seas boil
the world seems repugnant.
From the land of frozen
lips become black and blue
with stiff movements of uncertainty.
From the land of the scorching,
the heart melts and explodes
while the minds discovers phantasmagoria.
And within the realm of copse,
the mind discovers the unearthing,
and there is silence on the lips.
Oh where oh where have I gone,
where is this stag and feast
taken me that I am a stranger?
Within this flow of possibilities,
a sea full of obscurity and absurdity,
there is a stranger staring back at me.
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