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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.
It Is a PrayerEach morning when I wake
Before my feet touch the floor
A prayer rings through my mind
Starting the day with boundless hope.
Each day as I walk the halls
Pounded by the daily grind
A prayer pops into my head
Sustaining the energy needed to proceed.
Each evening as I lay to rest
The sun setting and moon aglow
A prayer precedes my slumber
Issuing in dreams of a better day.
Jesus' FaithThe good and faithful servant
is the one
who trusts Him
is always waiting
for their Master~
for the Masters Voice
I’m living for the Lord
I’m dying for the Lord
I’ll suffer for the Lord
Because He said:
”My God and your God,
My Father and your Father””*
Jesus adopted us into the Family of God
Jesus, our Brother
He did it all for us
He loved God perfectly,
loving us perfectly
and dying to save
Like we deserved to die for our sins
and He took our place on the cross
He took our place in our death
Jesus died for us!
Do you get it?
He really did
“Now even though you die
You will live”**
Just like Jesus did
Just like Jesus did
Cause He had the perfect trust
Christ had the perfect FAITH
God the Father whom the Son came out of His bosom
HE WAS GOD
The ONE GOD
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The Dream I Am HavingPerhaps our Easter gathering
is a fool’s beautiful errand.
Maybe it is māyā, all of this,
China ice tea on English saucers,
silver settings for apparitions,
pimento cheese and hummus,
an offering to idols on cream linen relief.
The girls in their lace, and their cousin
rushing from footpath to bamboo garden,
a cache of oracles quick on their shoulders,
they are the brim of all worldly possessions,
though, they themselves are possessors.
I am full and satisfied to sleep in my sleeves
and believe in the dream of my wonderful life.
Truth IsTruth is whatever you make it to be
Truth is whatever makes you feel better about yourself
Truth is just words that causes nothing but pain and no joy
Truth is whatever you make it to be
Multiple truths and little lies
Truth is whatever you believe it is
It's been that way for many years
Why does it matter? Truth is never absolute
Truth is found in songs, television, and art
Truth is praised and preached in a philosophy class
Truth is that God is dead and you can do whatever you want
But in the end, we only confused ourselves
Truth is as Holy Week is about to end, a price was paid before we were born
Truth is in one week, two worlds collided in a way never seen before
Truth is a price was paid through a love that is forever true and unending
Truth is a price was paid when the son of God was beaten and humiliated for us
Truth is that we are just as bad a Judas Iscariot
Even in the small things that we do
But the truth is that because the Son of God died for us, you can have eternal life
Vein in the OreForged my way
To make it to this moment
To separate the worthless from the willing
To shake loose of the decay
Having struggled through to know some truth
To discover that my only wealth will never be what I own
But who I am and with that fact, what I do
HorizonThese images, they sing.
They bring good fortunes with their sting.
A scar of wealth I wear proudly,
as I confess to everyone around me.
I ran through the crowd,
past their bishops and crowns.
Through their crying
for all things misguiding.
Lost in themselves for things not come to pass.
Glancing at their gold watches itching for something to last.
The horizon above, with its hints of red is no good when you’re dead.
Come see it,
look at its wonder
and tell me your story.
I No Longer Want To Be a VampireI love the young with a gentleness now
Endless horizons, invincibility and fearless lust
How do I put this?
I will no longer warn of the inevitable
I will refrain from dropping pearls
I will simply love them
This exquisite gift of life on this planet
The limited time only enhancing the sweetness
A letting go, my purposeful drift
I am no longer vexed by all this
I am at my center and for the moment
I no longer want to be a vampire
Mary Mother of James and Joses: Calvary"Come down off the cross!
I hear them jeering from afar,
as I watch from a distance
how you suffer, forsaken by all.
They taunt and they jeer,
they gamble for your clothes;
no one shows pity,
no compassion anywhere.
Nails have pierced
your hands, your feet,
and blood runs down
your thorn-crowned brow.
If I could but cling
to that cruel cross,
and kiss those blood-stained feet,
and show you someone loves you still -
why am I too afraid?
Come down off the cross -
Why don't you?
I know that you can.
Why do you let them do this to you?
Why do you suffer, forsaken by all?
So many hopes,
so many dreams -
what of them now?
Weren't you the Messiah?
Weren't you the King?
Now you are helpless,
crying in pain,
What becomes of us
when you are gone?
"My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?"
why are you forsaking us?
Why now, when everything was just beginning?
Why do you let them do this to you?
Why do you suffer, forsa
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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