Alone, I walk this road.
I guess this is how I must live.
This is the life of a wanderer.
How......deeply lonesome.
My friends have abandoned me.
I now realize now that I am not free.
My life is bereft of happiness I forebode.
But that does not mean you should despair.
For you have a full life to lead under God's care.
I am one of the few that must experience God's pain.
I do not know this to be true....but can feel it.
For here, right now, do I write. In this chair do I sit.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A Jealous God
Thunder!
How you tear the sky asunder!
Wreak havoc on the world, show us God's anger!
That it would fall to its knees and repent for its wrongdoing.
Dance in the sky with your brother lighting and create the most awesome fear.
The clouds do look over the horizon at God's anger. At his love, do they also fearfully peer.
Complex, the love of the Lord.
As complex as a hundred edged sword.
For his anger is love, a jealous love it is called.
But not that of a negative jealousy, that of a pure jealousy.
That of which a husband has a deep, loving jealousy for his wife.
We understand much more than we believe, but still do not grasp life.
Now I laugh under the black storm's hate anger.
For I do not fear that which cannot harm me.
I am protected by the Lord our God.
His jealousy lies deep within.
Now the battle rages...
How you tear the sky asunder!
Wreak havoc on the world, show us God's anger!
That it would fall to its knees and repent for its wrongdoing.
Dance in the sky with your brother lighting and create the most awesome fear.
The clouds do look over the horizon at God's anger. At his love, do they also fearfully peer.
Complex, the love of the Lord.
As complex as a hundred edged sword.
For his anger is love, a jealous love it is called.
But not that of a negative jealousy, that of a pure jealousy.
That of which a husband has a deep, loving jealousy for his wife.
We understand much more than we believe, but still do not grasp life.
Now I laugh under the black storm's hate anger.
For I do not fear that which cannot harm me.
I am protected by the Lord our God.
His jealousy lies deep within.
Now the battle rages...
Sunday, May 24, 2009
A Fellow Wanderer
Hail, sly, witty fox.
I see you are very much awake.
I ask that your wits and cunning I could take.
For the question needing answered is in need of wits.
I do not have them for my mind has been found many pits.
I am Glad that the Lord has given you to us, the human race.
For if you were not here, I would be lost forever, I greatly fear.
I wish I could speak to you longer.
But I see you, as well, like to wander.
If only we could wander together but no!
We have different roads to travel, mine high, yours low.
So I say to thee cunning fox, may your flaming feet never tire.
May the Lord teach you things you would take back to your brethren.
Goodbye!
I see you are very much awake.
I ask that your wits and cunning I could take.
For the question needing answered is in need of wits.
I do not have them for my mind has been found many pits.
I am Glad that the Lord has given you to us, the human race.
For if you were not here, I would be lost forever, I greatly fear.
I wish I could speak to you longer.
But I see you, as well, like to wander.
If only we could wander together but no!
We have different roads to travel, mine high, yours low.
So I say to thee cunning fox, may your flaming feet never tire.
May the Lord teach you things you would take back to your brethren.
Goodbye!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
The Gift of Peace
Peace, a feeling I will never understand.
But yet, I feel something is happening.
That I would remember the peace I felt
As a child first learning of God and his love.
Maybe peace comes from the highest above.
Regardless of the happenings of this world,
I can look to the skies for the peace I long for.
Yet you, you do not realize this gift.
This treasure He has bestowed on us.
I cannot fathom such a blindness.
That you would not see this bounty.
I only pray you will find it,
for He is waiting for you to see.
But yet, I feel something is happening.
That I would remember the peace I felt
As a child first learning of God and his love.
Maybe peace comes from the highest above.
Regardless of the happenings of this world,
I can look to the skies for the peace I long for.
Yet you, you do not realize this gift.
This treasure He has bestowed on us.
I cannot fathom such a blindness.
That you would not see this bounty.
I only pray you will find it,
for He is waiting for you to see.
Memory
Well met wise, old owl.
I suspect your memories, foul.
Yet you treasure them like they are jewels.
I Now realize trying to forget ourselves is for fools.
Our stories show who we are, and that is a great gift given us.
So why do we toil with the toiling of the world. Why so, do we fuss?
The memories of today end.
The memories of tomorrow begin.
Today we must fight the good old fight.
Tomorrow we must join and praise with our kin.
For each memory is a memory and that is very much alright.
Now old owl, what do you please?
Should I stay here and learn more from our God?
Or should I travel on in search of more great revelation?
Should I pull more of this worldly veil away? This fictional facade?
I suspect your memories, foul.
Yet you treasure them like they are jewels.
I Now realize trying to forget ourselves is for fools.
Our stories show who we are, and that is a great gift given us.
So why do we toil with the toiling of the world. Why so, do we fuss?
The memories of today end.
The memories of tomorrow begin.
Today we must fight the good old fight.
Tomorrow we must join and praise with our kin.
For each memory is a memory and that is very much alright.
Now old owl, what do you please?
Should I stay here and learn more from our God?
Or should I travel on in search of more great revelation?
Should I pull more of this worldly veil away? This fictional facade?
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Bortherhood and Fatherhood
I say hello to thee wolf brother.
I admire you more than any other.
Your coat, shiny white, a twinkle in the night.
Eyes of the deepest depths of the midnight forest.
You're passion for the hunt of souls, the most sorest.
The Lord Must be happy He created such a beautiful creature.
How are the cubs? Well I presume
They are to grow strong, just like their dad.
Running around on the quickest foot and softest pad.
They are your life no doubt. Wishing I had that.
But not for me! Fatherhood is no gift to me!
Although happy I would be.
Alas! I must tarry no longer.
For my love of travel grows stronger.
I have yet the fox family to visit!
You have your children to tend to.
So long wolf brother!
A story, we may meet in another.
I admire you more than any other.
Your coat, shiny white, a twinkle in the night.
Eyes of the deepest depths of the midnight forest.
You're passion for the hunt of souls, the most sorest.
The Lord Must be happy He created such a beautiful creature.
How are the cubs? Well I presume
They are to grow strong, just like their dad.
Running around on the quickest foot and softest pad.
They are your life no doubt. Wishing I had that.
But not for me! Fatherhood is no gift to me!
Although happy I would be.
Alas! I must tarry no longer.
For my love of travel grows stronger.
I have yet the fox family to visit!
You have your children to tend to.
So long wolf brother!
A story, we may meet in another.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Tree
Hello there, oh glorious tree!
In an instant, you would take the heart of me.
But not today, for I journey on a different road than yourself.
Yes! I know that you are a wanderer yourself! A very good one at that.
For your reflexes are, like a turtle, very slow. But your hearing, like a cat.
Your leaves quiver at the slightest message the wind brings to your outstretched arms.
What have you seen?
I know you wish me to think you not keen.
But I have seen your root-like heart, you cannot fool me.
You know, you have life by the roots, you have the lustrous key.
What have the birds that nest in your arms told in your knothole ears?
To a tree, nothing is threatening. But I know you, what are your greatest fears?
Is it the sharp, shiny blade of the hatchet?
The fire that stretches across the land, devouring all in a drought?
The roar of a sickly dead chainsaw?
Or the gaping of a homestead's maw?
But do not fear!
For the Lord is come,
and to him you must always run.
But the journey to Him, is, to me, just as fun.
Now, speaking of a journey, I must go.
For The Lord is calling me to His throne!
Take heart and let your roots grow deep!
In an instant, you would take the heart of me.
But not today, for I journey on a different road than yourself.
Yes! I know that you are a wanderer yourself! A very good one at that.
For your reflexes are, like a turtle, very slow. But your hearing, like a cat.
Your leaves quiver at the slightest message the wind brings to your outstretched arms.
What have you seen?
I know you wish me to think you not keen.
But I have seen your root-like heart, you cannot fool me.
You know, you have life by the roots, you have the lustrous key.
What have the birds that nest in your arms told in your knothole ears?
To a tree, nothing is threatening. But I know you, what are your greatest fears?
Is it the sharp, shiny blade of the hatchet?
The fire that stretches across the land, devouring all in a drought?
The roar of a sickly dead chainsaw?
Or the gaping of a homestead's maw?
But do not fear!
For the Lord is come,
and to him you must always run.
But the journey to Him, is, to me, just as fun.
Now, speaking of a journey, I must go.
For The Lord is calling me to His throne!
Take heart and let your roots grow deep!
Conversation with a Squirrel
Hullo, I say to thee young squirrel.
Have yourself a jolly old, enjoyable time.
That you would scamper about like no mime.
Collecting nuts for Winter's coming of ice and indoor mice!
Make your nest large and be mindful of those thieving raccoons.
Make your bed under the full, bright, midnight moon.
I am back, and it is spring again!
The flowers bloom, you must get up!
You must share your humble home with these men!
Even though they chop it down without the quickest of thoughts.
What evil toil we have brought upon you, are minds have not caught.
Seeing through your eyes, I see what would have been a wonderful meadow.
But the confines of man have brought you something....a ghetto.
Is this what happens?
That the forest would be ripped away?
Only to expose bare rock, and grimy, gritty clay?
I do believe the Earth doe not enjoy this, not one bit.
It would be better if we were left to our caves, I admit.
But that must not happen, for you and I both know what God has said.
That man must take dominion over the Earth. But still we leave the trees dead?
They used to whisper of stories.
Stories of honor and loyalty and glory.
But not now, for men have used them for house chow.
But you, you can still hear them, only you can hear their cries.
It must be agony, for you must hear of the tree that slowly dies.
Yet still you are happy. Like a shield against a thousand blows.
Now, you doze...
Have yourself a jolly old, enjoyable time.
That you would scamper about like no mime.
Collecting nuts for Winter's coming of ice and indoor mice!
Make your nest large and be mindful of those thieving raccoons.
Make your bed under the full, bright, midnight moon.
I am back, and it is spring again!
The flowers bloom, you must get up!
You must share your humble home with these men!
Even though they chop it down without the quickest of thoughts.
What evil toil we have brought upon you, are minds have not caught.
Seeing through your eyes, I see what would have been a wonderful meadow.
But the confines of man have brought you something....a ghetto.
Is this what happens?
That the forest would be ripped away?
Only to expose bare rock, and grimy, gritty clay?
I do believe the Earth doe not enjoy this, not one bit.
It would be better if we were left to our caves, I admit.
But that must not happen, for you and I both know what God has said.
That man must take dominion over the Earth. But still we leave the trees dead?
They used to whisper of stories.
Stories of honor and loyalty and glory.
But not now, for men have used them for house chow.
But you, you can still hear them, only you can hear their cries.
It must be agony, for you must hear of the tree that slowly dies.
Yet still you are happy. Like a shield against a thousand blows.
Now, you doze...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Wanderer's Mind
The Wind has told me a story.
Of exploring and great glory.
But first, I must follow it.
The gleaming city fades away,
Appear do the country leaves of May.
The Wind has led me down paths unreachable,
by man, by bird, by wolf, this is unteachable.
The clouds roll by in shades of blue and gray.
The road becomes soil, vanish do stacks of hay.
Vanish do farms,
Vanish do crops,
Vanish do sky,
Vanish dew drops.
Vanish does everything.
The road seems to stop, lazily,
as I seem to walk, hazily.
In my mind, the land I see is wonderful,
in others, they see nothing,
a black, empty space.
Full of a boring nothingness.
I see a playground!
full of things to explore and do!
Of exploring and great glory.
But first, I must follow it.
The gleaming city fades away,
Appear do the country leaves of May.
The Wind has led me down paths unreachable,
by man, by bird, by wolf, this is unteachable.
The clouds roll by in shades of blue and gray.
The road becomes soil, vanish do stacks of hay.
Vanish do farms,
Vanish do crops,
Vanish do sky,
Vanish dew drops.
Vanish does everything.
The road seems to stop, lazily,
as I seem to walk, hazily.
In my mind, the land I see is wonderful,
in others, they see nothing,
a black, empty space.
Full of a boring nothingness.
I see a playground!
full of things to explore and do!
Conversation with a Bee
Hello Monsieur Bee!
sorry to ruin your pollen spree.
to a tolerable degree, you don't mind me.
Don't worry, I won't be in these flowers for long.
I have another road, all the way to the state Tennessee!
A long way to go on foot you may be thinking in your simple brain.
But how I wish I were you! No Problem, no troubles, no worries, I can be free!
How is your family?
Darting around like rabbits I'm sure.
I can't believe through the winter you can endure!
With all of those tiny little bodies shaking and shimmering.
In the Summer all of that honey on your walls must greatly glimmer!
With a light so shiny bright it must give you quite a great, astonishing fright!
I'd imagine it to be beautiful, like the twinkling stars in a cloudless, full moon night.
Speaking of beautiful, have you seen the jewel that lives down the road?
Her eyes so twinkly bright, burning with a deepness of starry shinning soul-fire.
It is something that strikes awe into me, something I strongly, affectionately admire.
Her voice so melancholy sweet, rising like a wave of water, defying the dam of shyful thought.
Her smile blotting out the sun, with its radiance clouding that of the brightest candle in the world
But Now I must go, for the wind calls to me, and more of its story I have unfulred.
Take heart and do not give up. For there is a better life for you over the horizon!
sorry to ruin your pollen spree.
to a tolerable degree, you don't mind me.
Don't worry, I won't be in these flowers for long.
I have another road, all the way to the state Tennessee!
A long way to go on foot you may be thinking in your simple brain.
But how I wish I were you! No Problem, no troubles, no worries, I can be free!
How is your family?
Darting around like rabbits I'm sure.
I can't believe through the winter you can endure!
With all of those tiny little bodies shaking and shimmering.
In the Summer all of that honey on your walls must greatly glimmer!
With a light so shiny bright it must give you quite a great, astonishing fright!
I'd imagine it to be beautiful, like the twinkling stars in a cloudless, full moon night.
Speaking of beautiful, have you seen the jewel that lives down the road?
Her eyes so twinkly bright, burning with a deepness of starry shinning soul-fire.
It is something that strikes awe into me, something I strongly, affectionately admire.
Her voice so melancholy sweet, rising like a wave of water, defying the dam of shyful thought.
Her smile blotting out the sun, with its radiance clouding that of the brightest candle in the world
But Now I must go, for the wind calls to me, and more of its story I have unfulred.
Take heart and do not give up. For there is a better life for you over the horizon!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Forgotten Days
The days blur,
Memory gives them no glance.
A wanderer's mind...how lonely.
I walk these streets, searching for myself.
What am I doing here?
A remembrance it is...my old self.
How everything was so simple...
The old days are forgotten...
The new days perish,
All is gone...except for today.
I stand as myself...but not.
I stand for something...but don't.
I am remembered...but am not...
Is this life?
That I might perish in the days of yesterday?
That memories should burn in fiery ash?
Is this truly life?
Memory gives them no glance.
A wanderer's mind...how lonely.
I walk these streets, searching for myself.
What am I doing here?
A remembrance it is...my old self.
How everything was so simple...
The old days are forgotten...
The new days perish,
All is gone...except for today.
I stand as myself...but not.
I stand for something...but don't.
I am remembered...but am not...
Is this life?
That I might perish in the days of yesterday?
That memories should burn in fiery ash?
Is this truly life?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Something is Missing
There is a hole in my world,
a rip in the existence of me.
Where did it come from?
WHY is this happening?
Did I do something wrong?
God is still with me...
what is missing?
a rip in the existence of me.
Where did it come from?
WHY is this happening?
Did I do something wrong?
God is still with me...
what is missing?
Monday, May 11, 2009
A Prayer
Do you see these lines between you and me?
How they separate us?
How they tear us apart?
How even the smallest slip up brings us to our knees?
Why oh why are they there?
These lines that torture us both?
That you would turn away from me,
and I would turn a deaf ear to you.
Our friendship is gone...
between us no more friendly growth.
I pray this is not what happens.
How they separate us?
How they tear us apart?
How even the smallest slip up brings us to our knees?
Why oh why are they there?
These lines that torture us both?
That you would turn away from me,
and I would turn a deaf ear to you.
Our friendship is gone...
between us no more friendly growth.
I pray this is not what happens.
Thank God for Life!
My old ways are dead to me.
Thank God.
The gifts he has given me are a blessing.
The gumball tree,
my pencil, my paper,
my poems,
my family,
my friends,
my art,
my life.
Thank God for Life!
Thank God.
The gifts he has given me are a blessing.
The gumball tree,
my pencil, my paper,
my poems,
my family,
my friends,
my art,
my life.
Thank God for Life!
Beneath the Gumball Tree
My feelings, I cannot account for.
Nor that of my own thinking,
for my mind is too vast for me
to delve into.
Or is it my soul?
My spirit?
Am I afraid of what I might find?
Will it mortify me?
I should think not,
for who does not know their own self?
I don't.
Only me; only I.
I feel the rest of the world
has left me behind.
To chew on my thoughts
beneath the gumball tree.
Nor that of my own thinking,
for my mind is too vast for me
to delve into.
Or is it my soul?
My spirit?
Am I afraid of what I might find?
Will it mortify me?
I should think not,
for who does not know their own self?
I don't.
Only me; only I.
I feel the rest of the world
has left me behind.
To chew on my thoughts
beneath the gumball tree.
The Overthrow of Evil
Crouching in the grass,
long forgotten,
is evil.
It lays in wait.
The long march to Hell's gate,
seems forever long.
Then, light comes.
A battle against the old enemies!
Smashing and clashing.
Dashing and crashing.
The Hoods are strong,
but the Wings are stronger.
Prisoners, wide eyed.
Hoods shriek,
for their strength is meek.
Their situation, bleak.
Desperately clawing,
desperately gnawing,
their gnashing teeth cease.
The light has won,
now, darkness must run.
Another kingdom, destroyed.
long forgotten,
is evil.
It lays in wait.
The long march to Hell's gate,
seems forever long.
Then, light comes.
A battle against the old enemies!
Smashing and clashing.
Dashing and crashing.
The Hoods are strong,
but the Wings are stronger.
Prisoners, wide eyed.
Hoods shriek,
for their strength is meek.
Their situation, bleak.
Desperately clawing,
desperately gnawing,
their gnashing teeth cease.
The light has won,
now, darkness must run.
Another kingdom, destroyed.
A Dedication to the Lost
Alone I am not, but yet, I am.
Hopefully these friends are not shams.
For I owe little to them,
but thank them nonetheless.
Here I live, in this torn land,
standing in the ashes of the Lost.
Scorning the hand of the Evil One,
pitying those whom he has roused.
Loving them, even.
For nothing, they believe in.
The sunny shores of Tomorrow tempt me,
but still, these Lost bring me back
to the days of today.
I wish that they would live a happy life.
But the The evil one feeds them strife.
I weep for them.
for their lives,
for their loves,
for their Lost,
for their lies...
for their spirit.
Hopefully these friends are not shams.
For I owe little to them,
but thank them nonetheless.
Here I live, in this torn land,
standing in the ashes of the Lost.
Scorning the hand of the Evil One,
pitying those whom he has roused.
Loving them, even.
For nothing, they believe in.
The sunny shores of Tomorrow tempt me,
but still, these Lost bring me back
to the days of today.
I wish that they would live a happy life.
But the The evil one feeds them strife.
I weep for them.
for their lives,
for their loves,
for their Lost,
for their lies...
for their spirit.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Light Will Always Prevail!
The fallen have come.
With swords of fire, shields of ash.
The angels set upon them,
with blades of light, eyes of fury.
People pass by, not taking heed.
They cannot see what lies before them.
In the dark the fallen shriek,
Their strength is bleak.
For the light will always prevail!
With swords of fire, shields of ash.
The angels set upon them,
with blades of light, eyes of fury.
People pass by, not taking heed.
They cannot see what lies before them.
In the dark the fallen shriek,
Their strength is bleak.
For the light will always prevail!
No More Fear!
I no longer fear you.
That burning carcass.
Tat evil being.
That fallen angel.
You try to trick me,
you try to trip me,
But nay I say!
For the Lord is my God
and you could never surpass Him!
That burning carcass.
Tat evil being.
That fallen angel.
You try to trick me,
you try to trip me,
But nay I say!
For the Lord is my God
and you could never surpass Him!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Heaven on Earth
Forests are what I seek.
Even though meek.
Misty woods,
Even though bleak.
Calm are the trees.
Wind playing in their leaves.
Birds sing together,
in their great churches of wood.
Badgers feast together,
in their halls of stone and mud.
Rabbits, eating little flower buds.
A doe and her fawn,
running into the misty dawn.
This is Heaven on Earth...
and you gave it, as a gift.
Even though meek.
Misty woods,
Even though bleak.
Calm are the trees.
Wind playing in their leaves.
Birds sing together,
in their great churches of wood.
Badgers feast together,
in their halls of stone and mud.
Rabbits, eating little flower buds.
A doe and her fawn,
running into the misty dawn.
This is Heaven on Earth...
and you gave it, as a gift.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Nothing
Nothing is how I feel right now.
I'm not empty, But not full.
Inside me there is no raging bull.
Not even confusion, as there often is.
Just nothing.
A black hole.
2-D space.
3-D soul.
It's very strange.
Stars of light twinkle.
But nothing darkness covers them.
My eyes are open...but shut.
My mind imagines but doesn't.
I'm a normal person...I'm a nut.
Colorless grass grows against a colorless sky.
A muted sun shines over the shallow sea.
My heart is filled with something,
But I can't analyze it.
It has caused a great fit.
I'm not empty, But not full.
Inside me there is no raging bull.
Not even confusion, as there often is.
Just nothing.
A black hole.
2-D space.
3-D soul.
It's very strange.
Stars of light twinkle.
But nothing darkness covers them.
My eyes are open...but shut.
My mind imagines but doesn't.
I'm a normal person...I'm a nut.
Colorless grass grows against a colorless sky.
A muted sun shines over the shallow sea.
My heart is filled with something,
But I can't analyze it.
It has caused a great fit.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Words Unsaid
I wonder what she'll think.
I wonder what she'll say.
I wonder what will happen.
If I scream in dismay.
For my heart is about to burst.
Overflowing with words unsaid.
Like a maddened sea I will be.
The emotions in my gut rising up.
If I don't say something...
It will be like eating death cup.
My words I have spoken.
My thoughts are now said.
So now I lay here,
hoping not to be dead.
I wonder what she'll say.
I wonder what will happen.
If I scream in dismay.
For my heart is about to burst.
Overflowing with words unsaid.
Like a maddened sea I will be.
The emotions in my gut rising up.
If I don't say something...
It will be like eating death cup.
My words I have spoken.
My thoughts are now said.
So now I lay here,
hoping not to be dead.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Gifts, Warnings, and Irony
The secrets of many give way to the few.
The stories of trees given crave silence anew.
And for those who don't think, get a clue!
The writing of poems given to the strong.
The people a plenty sing in joyous, lovely song.
For those who doubt, the years...long.
For those people who love life, sunny.
They will be in the land of fame and money.
I find that very funny.
For I do not enjoy fame or money.
The stories of trees given crave silence anew.
And for those who don't think, get a clue!
The writing of poems given to the strong.
The people a plenty sing in joyous, lovely song.
For those who doubt, the years...long.
For those people who love life, sunny.
They will be in the land of fame and money.
I find that very funny.
For I do not enjoy fame or money.
Anger
This place frustrates me.
Every minute I anger a little more.
Thrashing in crimson rage.
Calm on the outside.
Furious on the inside.
Madness, a great tide.
Like a sun, it burns me.
Burning every page of memory.
A great sea of strife and gore.
My boat has sunk.
I am alone.
Anger in every bone.
Every minute I anger a little more.
Thrashing in crimson rage.
Calm on the outside.
Furious on the inside.
Madness, a great tide.
Like a sun, it burns me.
Burning every page of memory.
A great sea of strife and gore.
My boat has sunk.
I am alone.
Anger in every bone.
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