2009-2010

One day...

2007-2008

Be to Me Hope
Portal to Empty Corridors
This Moment is Mine
The War Inside
Night Watch
Songs that Speak
The Inverted Sky
A Jay on the Rail
Why?
Sonnet for the Habitual Night Owl

2006-2007

Auf Wiedersehen (Good Bye)
Just I
Rain
A Hollow Shell of Mirrors
I Confess

2005-2006

A Short Epic Poem
A Riddle
A Riddle
A Riddle
What You Meant...
Crippled on the Path
A Riddle
A Riddle
A Riddle
A Riddle
Aliteration Proliferation
I Am Alone Because I Am Alone
A Riddle
A Riddle
Is Poetry Dead?
A Riddle

2004-2005

Oh, Sleeping Man
I Remember You
The Shipwright
Words to the Three
The War
Untitled (Syllabic Sound Poem)
Untitled (Syllabic Sound Poem)
Bright Tomorrow
Lord, Above
Cold Winter's Night
The Winter Rose
I'd Hoped You Would
To the Mouths of Wolves
Something is Dying
A Riddle
Ascend, My Thoughts, to Heaven
Yom Kippur
Battle of Time
Hear My Silence

2003-2004

Understanding Strangers
Good Friday
The Prayer of a Christian Jew
Psalms 91 - A Free Verse Interpretation
A Night of Silent Stars
If Life...

2002-2003

What Is In a Life?
Confession
Regret
Shadow
Untitled

2001-2002

Given Time

2000-2001

Obsession! (StarCraft Fan Poetry)
Infantry's Cry (StarCraft Fan Poetry)

1999-2000

Tiny Little Ants
Care?
From Within
Friends Forever
Freedom or Not?
A Classic Christmas Poem
I Am Here for You
The Glass
The Gentle Forest
Paradox
Looking Back
The Fisherman
One Needle, Two Needles...
Writer's Block
The Tempest Heart
The Trombonist's Call
The Trip
The One
Somber Light
In the Name of Love
The True or the Truth

One day...

One day, long ago
Someone told you to believe
And on you went believing
That you could touch the sky
You believed you could fly
Fly to other worlds
And save the ones you knew
You believed in yourself
You believed it could happen
One day...

Then the dreams, they changed
Deeper dreams and longings
The world no longer pained
Your heart filled to full

One day, not so long ago
Someone told you to grow up
Leave the dreams behind
Find where you belong
You put aside the other worlds
And forgot you could save your own
They were lost in the reality
You believed in nothing
You believed it couldn't happen
One day...

Then the dreams, they came back
Longings at your heart
The world is pained
Your heart needs to be full

One day, maybe yesterday
Someone told you to believe
And you remembered the dreams
That you could touch the sky
You believed you could bring down heaven
To an angry world
You could save this world you knew
You believe in yourself
You believe it can happen
One day...

Then the dreams, they're real
Deeper love and longings
The world no longer pained
Your heart filled to full

Then the dreams, a promise
Deeper joy and longings
The world no longer pained
Your heart fills the world

One day...

Be to Me Hope

Be to me hope
And light of the sun
Find in the haze
My future
Bright and glimmering

Let these words of mine
Be the tomb of my fear
To seal in rememberance
A time long past
A shadow and husk

Let me fly and soar
And find breathless beauty
I long for the stars
I yearn for new horizons
Bring me the sky

Be to me hope and dreams
Find in me
Light and sorrow mixed
The engine of my soul
That propels me to the heavens

Seal my thoughts
And capture from my voice
Fear and doubt
Forever held
Where I shall be no longer

Find my feet on clouds
Dancing with the wind
See that I am free
Free of all that held me
All that held me captive

Be to me hope
Be to me love
Be to me reality

The War Inside

I sing softly of the pains in my heart
Echoes of lost battles and fallen dreams
A time when I fought for love
Only to hold her battered corpse in my arms
Oh! These thoughts of mine!
How I wish I could wrestle them down
And pin them with my hope
Tear apart my worries and doubt
And destroy my despair
I place them down deep and seal my heart
Knowing that they will once again return
To remind me that I am their captive

Night Watch

All is well
All is well
All things calm and quiet
Soothing air
Fine and fair
Rush over the Silent
Stand I here
Always near
Calling throughout the night
All is well
All is well
'Til gone in morning light

The Inverted Sky

We have taken the stars
And bolted them to the ground
To be trampled on by our industry
We who play as God
So bound to our creation
Suffer at the hands of our imitation

...

Why?

My heart burns over so insignificant of things
For a small grain of guilt, my mind trembles
Over a word spoken out of place
Over an action that no one noticed
Over a thought that affected no one
And here I am, ashamed
Why?
My guilt is not over some grevious sin
My pain is not for some horrendous wrong
My suffering is not over evil and spite
It's over nothing
A word, an action, a thought
Why?
Images - vivid and searing - in my brain
A word that would be laughed about by anyone else
An action that would be joked about later
A thought that few would even pay attention to
I've remembered them all
Why?
Why must I be crippled over this?
Why should I be in pain for so little?
These words mean nothing!
These actions are just moments in time!
These thoughts are gone in a instant!
The past is the past
Leave it be!
Why?
Why must I suffer for so little?...

Portal to Empty Corridors

Since time immortal
Has stood a stately portal
The doors unto my heart
Long have they been open
Awaiting guests to come in
And share in their part

Long've been the doors untouched
Naked and hollow, the corridors
Empty and forlorn, the table set
Bland and dark, the colors

Thought I, to add some light
Dislodge the grey of night
And pierce the cold dark air
A touch to the decor
To add a little more
Thought I, it would be fair

None but the air come in
A reluctant guest at best
For it swallows my life
And leaves with the rest

Should that portal be sealed
Would it ever be revealed
That many had waited outside?
Likely would it be forgotten
As if it had gone rotten
My heart will have died

Long've been the doors untouched
Naked and hollow, the corridors
Remain they open to the world
Until there be one that adores

This Moment is Mine

Silver stars and white horizon
Chill, dense air and white lace trees
Line the meadow, peaceful and calm
This still, still Christmas Eve
In the distance, smoke curls upward
Fills the air, the scent of fireplaces
Breathe the memories of ancient past
Guides the mind through countless ages

And perhaps there's something better
More romantic, more serene, more lovely
Than viewing trees and smelling the air
On a late night Christmas Eve
Of all the ways in which I may discover
All the moments and joys and things so fine
I am certain of this
This single moment... is mine

Songs that Speak

These beautiful and damaging thoughts
Breaking down wall and tower
Crash upon my mind
Flow into the gaps
Etching their names behind my eyes

I once thought
That one day
I would be strong enough
To hold back
The ebb and tide
Of my tears

I hope that day
Never comes

A Jay on the Rail

We met one day along the path
This fellow and I
We stood in silence
Eye to eye and thought to thought
We waited each for the other
Determined both to outlast the moment
A sound caught my ear
And a worm his gaze
The moment was broken
I continued my walk
He to his flight

Sonnet for the Habitual Night Owl

So early in the morning light, I find
myself awake for no good reason. Here,
when I should be in bed, resting my mind,
I am awake when I should sleep, I fear.
I see my bed and hear my pillow's call.
I feel my legs and arms, oh, they do ache
and groan. My eyes, like thrown against a wall,
peeling themselves away. What a mistake!
Yet I can't sleep when I want to. I yearn
to sleep, but can't. I would be justified
in staying up if I were just to learn
to go to bed - not to keep my eyes wide.
Perhaps, one day, I might get better yet.
But first, I'll need to quit the internet

Auf Wiedersehen (Good Bye)

Liebes, verlorener Freund,
deine Anwesenheit glaubte beim Ermangeln;
Auf Wiedersehen.

Am Frieden sein.
Im Ruhezustand sein.

Liebes, Liebes,
Liebes, Liebes,
Liebes, Liebes,

Auf Wiedersehen.
Auf Wiedersehen.

---

Dear one, lost friend,
Your presence felt in lacking;
Good bye.

Be at peace.
Be at rest.

Dear one, dear one,
Dear one, dear one,
Dear one, dear one,

Good bye.
Good bye.

A Hollow Shell of Mirrors

A hollow shell of mirrors
In the shape of a man
All are drawn and seduced
Thinking they see in him
What they most admire;
An image of themselves
Distorted, just enough
That they do not recognize it
Should the mirror be broken
What but air might be found?
Light yet unknown?
Or darkness untold?

Just I

I fancy that there was once a time
When I was young and foolish
A time when I didn't care what became of me
And I didn't care why
I knew only joy and pleasure
I found life in every moment
I saw beauty in everything
Times too small to measure
And life too large to contain
For all my hopes and dreams
Were far in the future
And I could not yet see them
I was free to dance in the present
And rejoice in the times to come
Free to be and to live
No chains yet forged and bound
No death, no pain, no fear
Just the moment
Just the life
Just I

Rain

There is a gentle peace about rain
When one has nowhere to go
It soothes the restless heart
And calms the weary mind
Reminding me of love
All around, the persistant sound of water
Runs over my senses like a balm
The sweet perfume of chill air
And the delicate taste of moisture
Millions of invisible paths to the ground
Traced by drop after drop in front of my eyes
And the touch of it reminds me I am alive

I Confess

I confess that I am not yet who I should be
Nor am I yet who I want to be
It is by the grace of God that I am not who I used to be
And not what I fear to become
I am I, and no other
For better or for worse
I, in constant motion,
Confined to be never myself again
I was I, no more to be
Soon, I will be me

A Short Epic Poem

Some power gives will to this man
To wrestle with the nations
And put them in their place
Wrath unharnessed upon despot and tyrant alike
Kin for kin fallen to his fury
Oh, dark day!
To those who would be
That stand to oppose his might
For surely as his deep blue eyes
Give way to stormclouds of grey
Infused with strength from above
To challenge all that seek power
The possessor of dreadful valor
Comes to right the wrongs
And set assunder the shackles
That bind those greatest in honor
To work freely their skill
Of justice and goodwill
Oh, harrowing day!
For those that would seek to do harm
Vengence would be rightly wrought upon you
To be set before the awesome judge
To plea for mercy
When none was given for your part
To be at the ultimate deathly will
Set to fated judgement
To be tried by a man
Whose mind you cannot perceive
Be mindful to give up
Such woeful deeds
Before such angish
Finds seat in your home
Turn your heart against such evil
And stand unworthy
But comforted by mercy's hand
Should the time come
When you stand to be judged

Crippled on the Path

I am crippled with possibility:
Two destinations on one path.
For fear of one place,
I deny the other.
Oh, what troublesome thoughts.

Time itself seems want to forward
And I must reign it in.
I dare not be swept away
To lose myself.
How shadows veil my way.

I cannot stay, I cannot go.
I know where I want to be.
If only I could know somehow
Which way would take me there.

I am crippled with possibility:
Two destinations on one path...

A Riddle

I am the deadliest thief known to all
I steal away children and kill old men
I plunder all riches and heist precious artifacts
No one can stop me
Except one in love

What am I?

A Riddle

A pillar of strength
I wear the world on my head
My will brings prosperity to the wise
Or death to the foolish
I am a symbol of pain
A symbol of ingenuity
And the destruction of countless lives
Over my head flows the blood of great men
Yet without me,
Civilization would fall to the ground

What am I?

A Riddle

I am living fruit
On a foreign tree
I grow in the morning
And die at night

I am a living root
Growing from cavern ceiling
I sprout in morning
And shrivel at night

I am living walls
In rusty old houses
I swell in the morning
And disappear at night

What am I?

I Am Alone Because I Am Alone

If I talk to you, will you take me seriously? Will the things I say be worthwhile enough to listen? If I talk to you, will listen to what I have to say? Will you not just respect me, but actually care about me?

I am a creature bound to the guarding of moments and interactions. I balance what I say and what I do and I wait for each appropriate time to enlist either. I am a wounded and down-trodden soul that really longs for deep connections. However, I wear my armor to protect against more wounds.

When my armor is taken off, I find that an arrow is waiting for my chest. It is aimed and ready and invisible until it hits. Only then is it clear as day. Only when it hurts the most. Not because it has wounded me, but because it wounded me while I let down my guard.

I am pained and I am burdened. I live two lives: one with the world and one in my head. The one with the world is formal and stagnate and the one in my head is deep and lonely.

My heart beats in many colors, but it makes no difference to the blind.

I am an easy person to like, but not an easy person to love. I am frustrating and infuriating. My mind, a curtain over my heart.

I am nothing to look at, so I am not looked at. I walk alone because I am alone. I have grown accustomed to the silence. Its dark symphonies and strange lullabies. It covers me like a thick vine, threatening to cut off the light.

I am alone because I have been alone. Not because I want to. Not because I cannot be otherwise. Just because that is how I have been for so long a time. I am alone because I am alone.

Is Poetry Dead?

Poetry is expression based on ideas common to human experience. Poets of antiquity had all of nature to relate their lives to. For them, the world was still full of mystery and uncertainty. In today's modern world, we've lost our relationship to things poetic. Poets of our age are resigned to using antiquated metaphors, which no longer apply to our time. There's very little mystery left in our world from which to draw from. Poetry is dying in a wave of cliché catch-phrases and symbolisms. All that seems to be left is a sort of rambling on in slightly off-kilter speech. We no longer draw from the outside world, but from our own humanity. We've, once again, placed ourselves at the center of the universe and drawn our maps to put us at the top of the world.

A Riddle

I have witnessed peace and war
And the birth and death of many
I have explored countless halls
And graced every palace built
I have woken kings and lords
And lulled infants to sleep

What am I?

A Riddle

I am sought after in the stars
I am fought for all over the world
I am risked by the foolish
And lost by the brave
Yet I am precious to all
None can live without me

What am I?

A Riddle

I am always what I am
Where I am not is not me
I own the days and shun the nights
But they are never too far from me
I blind the unsuspecting
And give sight to the seeking

What am I?

What You Meant...

Hold the restless, Lord
Hear the cries of the silent
Overcome us, shine through
Show us what You meant

Bring peace here, Lord
Let the weary rest
Close our eyes to darkness
And open them to light

Save the lost, Lord
For we cannot
Open Your arms to them
Hold back the flood

Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Christe eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison

Please save me, Lord
I cannot do it myself
Let me come to You
And release my tears

Give me peace, Lord
Set my head softly down
To dream no more of darkness
And to await the morning

Calm my mind, Lord
Listen to my heart
Overcome me, shine through
Show me what You meant

A Riddle

All who claim life
Must first claim me
I am the link
Between virus and man
Tree and ant
Bear and mushroom
I am the diamond
The diamond of life

What am I?

Aliteration Proliferation

Back behind the brawny billows of Belthazar and Briggem, brood the bulkish blocks of black and bulging brutes bent brazen on branded bandits, bewildered, before the badly bruised boss of the band. Carefully clung childhood chums, convinced of cruel compensation for cunning caught in critical chance. Did doom deem deserved for dastardly doings done descretly during dusk's descending disc? Fellows feared the festering faces forcing friends to fight for freedom or feign failure to flee the fortnight following. Gains granted graciously by God grasped for go ghastly gone, gutted of good, by ghoulish greed and great gall. Hooligans holding hellish horns and heavy heat from hot hearth hid his heaving-hard heart's hope for help from high heaven. "Just joking," jested jovial John Jr., jetting in jammies, joining the jailed jackels jabbering to Jesus. "Kris and Kraig kill kettle kelp and keep the kitchen. Let's let live little loafers, lest a loss looms lightly lads." Mad and mangled Master Martin, murmuring militant mumbles, moved maliciously mean. "No naughter naives need night's needle, not negligent nonsense, now near nails and notions! Prick poison pins precisely pointed perfect past a person's polish! Quickly quiet quite quixotic queerish quandries! Ready the red and rough rogues reserved rightly for righteous retribution returning the rediculous raiders run ragged from rage! Silence the silly soldiers sent so solumnly to see sleep sought soberly slip swiftly sour! Take the treasonous traitors to the tip of the top of the tower and toss them to the tortured tigers thirsty for taste!" "Valor and vaulted values vex vanity and very valid verification of vivid visage vainly vintage in voices. Who witnessed the weird wanderers waking warriors with waxed water?" "Xavier. Yes, the yellow yapper, yipping yield yesterday to yarn." "Zeal of zoomed zebra's zit!"

A Riddle

I am the bridge over many troubled waters
But as the distance across becomes wider
The more difficult to maintain I become

What am I?

A Riddle

I am land without borders
Solitary and free
Open and expansive
No shrub, rock, or tree
Silent beyond all measures
Dark and bold
Mysterious and wistful
Always new, always old

What am I?

A Riddle

I am the leader of a caravan
Travelling across the furthest distances
Each morning I awake
To find a new member in my ranks
Some are fast
Some are slow
Some are lean
Some are rich
But they all follow me still
Through everything
Reminding me
Of where I've been

What am I?

Oh, Sleeping Man

Oh, sleeping man
Awaken from your slumber
Dawn has come
Life's begun
Rebuild what's been torn asunder

Oh, sleeping man
Who dreams so deep
Arise! Arise!
Hold your head high!
Cast off your sickness

Oh, sleeping man
You've seen much pain
Clouded vision
Death's precision
Now is not the time to restrain

Oh, sleeping man
Great strength you hold
Grab on tight!
Hold the fight!
A fire against the cold

Oh, sleeping man
See the sun's light
You've slept too long
Time to carry on
Let your soul shine bright

Words to the Three

Past:
The blood of kings and lords flow in my veins. A glorious history and legendry past, an ancestory of nobility. Yet, a link hangs loose from your warlike maile! A blemish in a perfect chain! Oh, woe be to that imperfection, for it might undo it all! But, who is this marred creature that hangs so precariously from such solid structure? It is I! I have broken the link to my past and I have held myself apart from it. Oh, woe to me. Yet, my imperfection is not unlike the rest. For I now see such faults in it all. My ancestors carry my curse and have passed it on to me! I may not have known, but I accepted it and have suffered its consequences through my responsibility to it. I am not an imperfection, but have chosen wisely to hang so freely, for if an enemy blow should shake me from it, I would find solace knowing I can define my own fate. Yet, I am the product of my past. Perhaps, I can be the one that set my past right. Perhaps, I can reconcile within myself. Perhaps, the curse can be broken. Perhaps, I've already broken it. Perhaps...

Present:
Fleeting and unsettled. In motion always. Never a grain grasped in time. Too attached to the past and too wary of the future, you've lost touch with yourself. You live everywhere but in yourself. Stay still and take rest. Be comforted by the knowledge that you are where you need to be. Find peace in the love you find here. Find joy in the strength you have. You may be doomed to be forever in transition, but be glad for you are not where you once were. You are growing and moving and becoming more yourself every day. Rejoice in what God has given you. Let go of the past! Let the future find itself! You are the present! Live and be happy! Be thankful for your gifts! Be thankful for where you are! Be thankful for all that's around you! And praise God for His endless mercy and abundant grace!

Future:
You are shrouded by possibility. You are veiled to me. I feel your movements and I see your tracks, but I catch you not in my vision. Your eyes are watching me, guiding me to some purpose, yet untold. Black and dark, yet to be created. Formless and void, a shadow of time. You call to me in foreign tongues, yet my spirit responds, "I hear you and I feel your calling! I will come!" Silent and cautious you approach to reveal some hidden thought, then fly away once more into the shadows. The darkness is pregnant with ideas waiting to be birthed, waiting to take shape and form. I feel for your presence and find false images that flood my mind, only to be smashed when you sweep the stars aside. Oh, that a compass were strong enough to point my way, but it finds nothing in the dark. Round it turns as the hands of a clock, passing away the hours, seconds at a time. A faint glimmer in the distance and I know my way. Though quickly it is exstinguished and I must feel my way again. Find me! Find me! Reveal yourself to me! Find me! Find me! The echo of my dreams, bouncing off the dark, fills my head with song. They are songs of night and day. They are songs of heaven and hell. They are songs of great deeds and miserable failures. They are songs of strength and weakness, love and hate, violence and peace. They haunt me so! Yet silent is all around me. A silence to noisy for me.

Untitled (Syllabic Sound Poem)

Moor ungun irrithrun gaerenethe inun botari hathnu. Im ranu vesi. Ne gathrun lodon aeri cenan tillun. Pon ethru minu. Hittatu milan fini. Inun danan iesus nobun. Im nobun rei. Adon rei maecadei fini. Pon batru minu noor. Caebales moor. Hattatu norbe. Onatu galnaeri fini. Vesi fanas matrei.

Untitled (Syllabic Sound Poem)

Anethru raan lyllun vedim i hadine. Bakni forculie agae et praomi. Nie accuni milaarne ior vassu mi. Virrol okgina bae auchi civia ur. Eujian clai norro a sildmei sa. Feccuni lo matri i et balnino. Et raan okni.

Bright Tomorrow

E'er tomorrow, a river flows
Of endless possibilities unknown
Discoveries that no one knows
Truth and enlightenment to be shown
Ageless wisdom and fruitful labor
Limitless sources of knowledge
Acts of virtue and valor
New and amazing skills to judge
Soaring feats and honor gained
Boundless love and kindness shared
A new world of hope unchained
Transparent honesty laid bare
Oh, the joy of tomorrow's day
What wonderful ideals can be reached
Where the goodness of people pay
And morality is not just preached
Maybe one day we'll be free
And find peace in Thee

Cold Winter's Night

Is there a time when life seems empty and wasted
And all seems lost and forlorn?
Are dark clouds gathering high above
To rain down on one so tired and worn?
Are the east winds blowing a chill winter air
That freezes the soul and bites the heart?
Have the leaves of once majestic trees
Littered the ground from the start?
Has the stream turned to ice
And the fire to ashes?
Is the night set alight
By bright lightning flashes?
What hope for one in the midst?
What hope for he in the storm?
What hope in the darkness
Where no shape will take form?

But what of the morning?
What of the spring?
The light and joy
And growth do they bring!
And what of the summer?
What of midday?
The warmth of the sun
And light to the way!

Where are they in such dark times
When life and sorrow fade between lines?
Where are the messengers that give warning
To tell of light and proclaim the morning?

Why must we wait in this cold winter's night
When we long so greatly for spring's lovely light?

To the Mouths of Wolves

To the mouths of wolves
Where rotting bones
Lay bleaching in the harsh
The errand of fools
Their wailing tones
Swallowed by the marsh
Pierced by tooth and nail
Open flesh to the air
Blood drawn across the brow
Too costly to fail
Too deathly to bare
Too late to turn away now
A shattered shield and broken spear
Defend against the maw
Across the void be better armed
With hate and fear
Those that care not for the law
And the hostages that they've harmed
Captured be love and peace
Hope and kindness
In its spiteful jaws
Ground by its teeth
Encouraged by blindness
Only to fall into its claws
Oh, woe and weep
For death comes nigh
To destroy the world
A cliff so steep
And a fall so high
Shattered once unfurled

A Riddle

A manipulator of the soul
I glide through the air
Bouncing and bumping
Disturbing or fair
I am different to all
And have many faces
I come from all lands
And from all races

What am I?

Yom Kippur

I thank the Lord that He has made me with the ability to seek Him. I thank Him that he has turned my heart to Him that I may long after Him. I thank the Lord that He has seen my sins and washed me of them. I thank the Lord that I am bought from the darkness. I thank the Lord that His grace is present in my life. I thank the Lord for His purpose for my life. I thank the Lord for loving me and allowing the ability to choose Him. Amen.

Battle of Time

The clack of a bowl
Upon carven wood
The sheathing of swords
Metal glows in the distance
A reflection of the past

A warrior in meditation
Awaits his time to die
Though live the day through he shall
Still he waits his doom
As some wait for life

Honor! Victory! Courage!
This is the warrior code
But ancient and obsolete it has become
Like the swords of tradition's lore
Replaced by modern guns

Arise, oh ancient ones!
Arise and meet your death!
For tomorrow has come to claim
The souls of yesterday
Upon the plains of today

Arise, oh scarred warriors!
Arise and meet the day!
Live by the code given to you
By generations past
And die with honor this day

Swords and guns fall to the ground
Covered with the blood of their share
Stand none but a few
Those that died with honor
And those that ran away

For tomorrow will be hunted
By the day that comes after
And tomorrow will become today
Covered with the blood of hereafter
Who remembers the past?

I am filled with the memories of those who've passed through my life. I see their presence as ghostly shadows, fading quickly in and out of the light. Like fleeting fireflies, they illuminate my past and remind of those whose lives have not been in vain, for they have touched my own. I see the smiles, the tears, the pain, and the frowns. I see the laughter and the sadness. I see those that meant well and those that hate. Like a flood of spirits, I see them now. Though, like a spark, they flicker quickly out of my sight, as a glimmer on the water. I remember you.

The Shipwright

The Shipwright of my soul
Sets His craft upon my creation
A vessel designed for purpose
He guilds my life in His blueprints
And fills my sails with their winds
He sets my bow and stern in their place
My anchors are cast and my rigging is run
Dark green flies above
He mounts my name on the mast
It reads, "Guardian Deep:
Sail for uncharted waters and
The exploration of new ideas,
But always to return
In the protection of Love"
My course is set
To unknown lands I sail
All within my own borders

I've let you into my heart
Now I want to let you into my mind
By the grace of God my heart has been protected
But, my mind is scarred from the war in my soul
I am shattered by my past
I am shaken by my present
I am scared by my future
I've been able to walk tall for the strength of my mind
At the same time, however, it is because of my mind that I hide in shame
I believe in my ability to choose that which is honorable, righteous, and Godly
But, my burden is weighted heavier than I can lift from my past sins
I came to my understanding of good, through my mistakes with wrong
I am thankful for that understanding, but each mistake is like a bullet that pierces my mind
I shudder at each one
Each one as real as the day it was made
I can only say to myself, "Let go!"
Though, I rarely do
It only submerges to rejoin the collection
And resurface at a later time
They only become more potent when triggered by the present
My present is mixed with strength and failure
It is in my present that I am strongest
I have the tools to overcome many obstacles
And wage war on the darkness of my past
Yet, intermingled with my successes are my failures
As blaring as my past, yet more so
For my strength could not overcome them
Failures I knowingly walked into
These also bring a shudder and blind me
I lose myself in their horrors
Once they pass, I am left gasping for air
My heart pacing at rapid speed
I lay chilled and aching
As though I'd broken through ice on a frozen lake
And managed to barely escape drowning
My future is the expanse of possibility
I know the course I must take and I know my purpose
But, I fear the diversions
I am determined, but I am not God
I cannot anticipate the events of the future
If I had been given a gift of prophecy
It was not to determine my own destiny
My future is obscured and blurry
I know the way I must go, but I cannot see
Only my starting point and the destination are visible
The path itself lay hidden in the fog
As though my destination were upon the farthest hill
And between it and I were set forests and marshes
Thick and unharnessed
I cannot return the way I came to choose a different path
I only have what is before me
I am worried that my poor choices in the past
Have made my way in the future impossible
I do not know if I will find obstacles that I cannot pass
I cannot fortell the course I will run
It is hidden from me
All I have is the desire to grow in the present
The wisdom that comes at great price from the past
And the determination to reach my future
God help me, for I know each alone are not enough
Please guide me in my steps
You have chosen my path and walk before me
Though I will loose sight of You
You are always there
I must follow
Please help me
Please help me, God

Lord above, I fall at Your feet
A humbled and broken vessel
Oh, Lord above hear me
I'm lost and calling for Your counsel

Lord above, I am shaken in Your glory
My eyes turn to the ground
In Your presence, I have nothing worthy
All my forgotten sin is found

Lord above, what gift could I offer?
What praise could suffice?
What display of courage or valor?
What would repay this price?

Lord above, who am I before You?
I am nothing more than the soil
Worthless compared to He who is true
Worthless has been all my toil

Lord above, in Your frightening power
You see fit to bless me
I, who in fear, must cower
You have chosen what is to be

Lord above, forgive us for our sin
Bring us to reconcilliation
Mend our hearts and all within
Let it be to You that we run

The Winter Rose

Sprung in winter
What should've been in May
Flowered too early
Soon to die away
Ageless life
Glimmers in the night
Premature hope
Too early for the light
E'er a different path
A beacon against dispair
Its life will be torn
Death will take its fare
It does not live in vain
A martyr it will be
It does not die in shame
Hope it gives to me

I'd Hoped You Would

I'm sorry you never came
I'd hoped you would and
Wished you felt the same
I'm sorry you never cared
I'd hoped you would and
Wished that you had shared
I'm sorry you never tried
I'd hoped you would and
Wished I had not cried
I'm sorry you never came
I'd hoped you would and
Wished there'd be gain
I'm sorry you never tried
I'd hoped you would and
Wished you hadn't lied

Something is Dying

Something is dying within me
Its pain burdens my soul
Its anguish shatters my mind
Its cries my heart split assunder

I fear it though power over it I have
Its gaze paralyzes me
Its wail petrifies me
Its malace holds me captive

It will be gone soon, but I cannot see its end
Its darkness blinds me
Its weight crushes me
Its burden too heavy

Lord give me strength...

Ascend, my thoughts, to heaven
Carry my pains away
May they plague me never
Robbing not the light of day
And hear, oh Lord, my heart
That it cries to thee
Powerful and awesome Thou art
With wisdom to heal me
You servant calls for help
That he may follow You
In Your arms, that he be held
Your will that he should do
Strength and fortitude to me
That I may stand tall
Should trials and peril come to be
Let me never fall
Of weakness born, am I
A son of those who died
Lord, carry me high
And be forever glorified

My soul seeks solace that it cannot find here
And in all this my path begins to veer
A torrent of tears, a wall of fears
In my mind it feels like the end is near

Though I know in fact that it's not real
It's hard not to react to what I feel
My mind says one thing, my heart another
All in search of my one true lover

I want my ways to change so I can live like I'm normal
But I cannot arrange to break free of formal
In my heart wells hatred, not for someone else
The pain and anger are directed at myself

I'm angry because I fail at what I want most
When others sail and ride past on coast
For all my strengths, I lack so much
All things normal feel so out of touch

I want to say to all, "See the pain in my eyes!"
"Can't you see me fall? Don't wait 'til I die!"
"How loud must I cry silently before you'll see?"
"How long must I wait until you notice me?"

But in silence I wait and wait in pain
Contemplating fate and hoping for gain
I pray for answers and get more questions
I ask for help and get lousy suggestions

Hear my silence...

Understanding Strangers

It's a wonder of human life that we should be so discomforted by strangers
You'd think with our understanding of the universe and the workings of the atoms, we'd have a little more understanding of others, too
But it really comes to a point when you really have to decide whether or not understanding is the basis of the life you live
Personally, I've lived a life dedicated to the pursuit of understanding
Personally, I've found it a bit lacking
I've found that understanding is only useful if you can make someone else understand
The only problem then becomes who will actually listen to you
I think that's how this whole idea of a stranger came into being
If we really break it down, every single one of us is a stranger to someone and everyone in the same breath
No one will ever know you completely (unless you believe in God, but even then, that's only one)
There is no way for anyone to know if you will actually listen or whether or not you're just going to pass them off as a lunatic
So if you take that and fast forward about a hundred generations or so, you get this complex pattern of behaviors based off of the simple premise that no one other than those that you've already talked to are going to listen to you
Thus, we get something called society, where everyone is given rules about who to talk to, so that you know you'll at least get some attention and those you should never talk to because they're going to mug you the moment you turn around
The weird problem that exists with in this little world of confusing and somewhat controdictory "society" is that the only reason people are the way they are is because the society which they created is now creating them and the values, behaviors, and personalities of which they live by
Such a strange and utterly pointless paradox
Why can't we be ourselves, make people listen to us, and not be offended if they don't care?
Is it such a big deal?
For some strange reason, it is, but then... that's because it's trying to find understanding where none exists and it's not actually being there for people and simply looking at where you are and who's around you
There's more to life than understanding, but we're all trying to understand why...

Psalms 91 - A Free Verse Interpretation

Oh, Lord, I will dwell with You in your secret place
I will live in Your shadow, oh God Almighty
You are my peace and my strength
I will trust in You alone

You deliver me from the temptations of this world
And from illness and death
You cover me with Your feathers
And I find safety under Your wings
Your truth will be my shield
I won’t be afraid of the terrors of the night
And I won’t fear the dangers of the day
I won’t fear the plagues of the darkness
And I won’t fear the destruction that waits for tomorrow

Oh, Lord, a thousand die to my left
And ten thousand to my right
But it won’t come near me
I will only look and see
The reward of the wicked

Lord, because I have made You, with whom my safety lies,
The Most High God, my peace and my dwelling
No evil will come to me
No sickness will come to my house
You have placed Your angels over me
And they watch over me in my ways
They hold me up
And keep me from harm
They protect me from danger
I will walk above it

Oh, Lord, because I have put my love in You, You have delivered me
You raise me up because I have known Your name
I call out to You and You answer
You are with me in trouble
You save me and honor me
You give me life and show me salvation

Oh, that my past would remain dormant. Oh, that my past would fade from view. Oh, that I could live in the present. Oh, that I no longer be haunted. If only time could heal completely. If only I could forget. If only I could let go.
But born are my sins upon the cross this day. Yet, I still remember. Paid is my salvation this day. Yet, still the scars remain. Oh, that the cross would wipe my slate. Oh, that past be gone. Oh, that I let it happen.
I cry, oh Lord, deliver me from pain. I cry, oh Lord, hold my head above the waters. I cry, oh Lord, lead me from darkness. I cry, oh Lord, lead me into light. And You hear my cries. And You reach out to me. And You offer Your pierced hands.
Lord, why do I not listen? Lord, why do I not find Your hand? Lord, why do I faulter? Lord, why am I ashamed? Where can I find You, Lord? Where do I go? Where do You want me to be?
I am flawed. I am worn. I am lost. I am a sinner. Yet, You show me grace. Yet, You show me mercy. Yet, You show me love. I cannot repay You. I cannot return Your gifts. I cannot match Your love.
Lord, find me! Lord, help me! Lord, bring me out of shadow! Lord, hold me in Your arms! I am dying. I am loosing. I am lost without You.
You died for me. You carried the cross. You were beaten and scorned. You carried me up. On the cross, You died. On the cross, You bought me. On the cross, I live.

The Prayer of a Christian Jew

Baruch Ata Adonai, Elohenu Melekh Haolam... Blessed be the God of the Universe, through whom all things are created and made whole...

Baruch Ata Adonai, Elohenu Melekh Haolam... Blessed be the God of the Universe, who sent His Son that we may be redeemed...

Baruch Ata Adonai, Elohenu Melekh Haolam... Blessed be the God of the Universe, whose love brings us up from sin and surrounds us...

Amen.

A Night of Silent Stars

The evening glows and shimmers
While light and dark glimmer
A shade of blue in your eyes
That can rival the skies
On a silent night of whispers

The heavens open up above
The stars and the one I love
A constellation here with me
Forsaking heaven for the sea
In my arms, dancing with stars

If Life...

If life were not but moments like these
Who could be not but content
If life were fleeting moments like these
Who could be not but satisfied
With you in my arms and your head on my shoulder
What but love could I feel

If life were not but simple songs
I would rival the birds
If life were not but little rhymes
Who could rival my prose
For no greater love can there be
Than for the love I have for you

What is a tear compared to salted seas?
What is a sigh among the heaving wind?
What is a shiver in the daunting breeze?
What worth is in a life of whom hath sinned?

In all the world who can be found of worth?
Who can be found without a guilt or wrong?
Would I be found to be a man of earth,
Or could I be a man of goodness strong?

How could I tell myself apart from them,
Who hate and kill and do such pain to all,
Who rob and steal and take the precious gem,
When we have worked so hard to gain so small?

I do not care for who or why I live
If there is hope to all that I can give

When looking back upon my history
I wince in pain and wish to cry. It seems,
My future is but lost in mystery.
A wish, that in the distance brightly gleams

I shed my tears for lost and fearless youth
My memories burn deep inside my mind
As I search long and hard for simple truth
But never close am I, I feel, to find

Why do I feel this loss in my sad life?
Though honor, peace, and faith do live in me
I am but still tormented in my strife
To be myself. Fear not what I could be.

Why so? I know that though I go on still
I’ll be, you’ll see in me, the free in will

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At turns of light and color
How much I long to tell her
Of my love, deep and dark
And when the wind whispers
I think of those eyes of hers
A beautiful song of the lark

Though the hollows echo her name
I know it will not be the same
This light is faded memories
A dark and painful sorrow
But a pain that I shall swollow
And cast myself upon the seas

I dare not cry my listless tears
For taken they'll be, is my fear
By those who wish me harm
But holding back is my demise
I must, like the Pheniox, rise
For my enemies, I must alarm

I will not fail, I will not fall
For I shall look beyond it all
To pass the pains of dark
And rise above the silver clouds
Before the angels, singing loud
I'll join in song, as the lark

Of love and heart and everything before
My soul stands judged. To which the crime has been
Committed, all shall know what I outpour
As honest truth. I will confess my sin

Do not confuse my tale with simple jest
For I am but an honest man. Behold
My sin doth tear away my soul, obsessed
With letting go of all the things untold

It is a sin of painful nature, yet
I held it far too long before I knew
The hurt of secret thought and one’s regret
That truth be told. I will confess anew

My sin is one I’d never leave I fear
That I will love you now and always dear

Shadow

A deathly shadow hangs over my soul
A feeling that few can be told
Of pain and sorrow
Dreading tomorrow
And wishing for the days of old

The total blackness in my darkest nights
Against which my spirit does fight
Hearing all the cries
Behind all the lies
Of all those who claim to be right

A deathly shadow hangs over my soul
A feeling that few can be told
The broken hearted
And sadly parted
To whom that my life has been sold

I await the peace I seek for today
Although the times come as they may
I’m longing to rest
For I’ve done my best
I wish that were all I could say

The deathly shadow hangs over my soul
The truth of which no one does know
The times I will see
And strive to be free
For one day I’ll escape from woe

I wait for the time
And it will be mine
And I’ll take to the sky and go

Please give me your hand
Together we’ll stand
On this day we escape from woe

Given Time

Given time
Anything can feel like love
Given time
Anything can feel like rage

Life is all about time
We go, we stay
But we’re always looking
For the best time

Given time
Anything can feel like goodness
Given time
Anything can feel like hatred

We struggle to preserve
All the time we can get
But it’s useless
When time doesn’t stop

Given time
Anything can feel like joy
Given time
Anything can feel like life

Obsession! (StarCraft Fan Poetry)

5...4...3...2...1...

Obsession!
Time to learn your lesson
Play me B.net?
Wanna make a bet?

I’ll beat you!
I’ll defeat you!
I’ll annihilate!
I’ll incinerate!

I’ll sick you with my ultralisk
I’ll kill you with my mutalisk
I’ll throw you the pit!
Watch my hydrolisk spit!

Obsession!
45 marine procession!
Try my corsair!
If you dare

Watch me plague ya!
Watch me nuke ya!
Carriers to max, baby!
Why, there ain’t no maybe!

Battle to the doom
Ghost and dragoon
Long live Tassadar!
And my dark templar!

Kerrigan’s the queen!
Make ‘um scream!
Got my firebat
Just try and top that!

Obsession!
Powerful guardian!
Can’t match my wit!
Never can beat it!

Battlecruisers ready!
My wraiths are steady!
Attack with my scout
That’s what I’m about!

Send my zealots to attack!
Defend with my vulture pack!
Got my valkyries high above
Siege tanks send their love!

Strategic master
Ever faster
Send out my zergling
That’ll make ya sing

Obsession!
I got you on the run!
Move over WarCraft
I am the best of StarCraft

Infantry's Cry (StarCraft Fan Poetry)

Zerglings sprawl across the ground
Their carcasses are everywhere
Twitching bodies lay in a mound
A deathly horizon over there

The desert floor is dry and cracked
My hands are still shaking
This place is packed
My head swirls from the stims I’m taking

Fight! Damn it! Fight!
We have to win!
Get up! We got the might!
Just keep on fightin’!

Long live Ranyor!
Kerrigan will die!
En taro Tassadar!
Duran is a lie!

Will no one listen!
We’re in this war together!
What is this shit we’ve gotten?!
We’ll be at this forever!

One marine to another,
Let’s get out of here!
Come on, brother!
Look in the mirror!

Just another day?
Just another life?
Gotta have it your way?
Let us deal with the strife?

Your hands are stained
With our blood you’ve spilled
You’re to blame!
As you watch us all get killed!

Tiny Little Ants

One hazy afternoon
I was taking a nap

When little tiny ants
Took my cap

So when I woke up
I went to their hole

And the tiny little ants
Made me pay a toll

After I paid
I got so mad

I mean, after all
I was just a lad

“This means war!”
I declared out loud

So I went to town
And I gathered a crowd

“The tiny little ants
They’re not worth fighting”

“So stop this campaign
And stop inciting!”

“But they stole my cap!”
I tried again

But the people wouldn’t listen
And walked back down the lane

So ‘til this day
I still don’t got my hat

But don’t you worry
Cause now I’ve got my bat!

From Within

When all you hold so dear
You begin lose from sight
And the masses begin leer
At the glowing light

Coming from within
--

All around, the raging fires burn
Makes you feel a need to retreat
When the ages begin to turn
And you begin to feel defeat

Coming from within
--

But the light grows stronger
Though the hatred flies
And defeat you feel no longer
When something begins to rise

Coming from within
--

Higher and higher
The feeling grows
Like the song of a lyre
And with the beauty of a rose

Coming from within
--

When you finally see
The reality of what it was
It was the man from Galilee
Who had died on the cross

Coming from within

Freedom or Not?

Lost forever
By life’s cruel hand
I will sever
Myself from this land

My one relief
It will take it all away
My sorrow and grief
I’ll no longer need to pay

One large breath
And it’s all gone
One step closer to death
A devious con

Breathe it in
Poison at the core
It’s not a sin
No oxygen anymore

Take the joint
Take your life
Make the point
Kill the strife

Who’s in control?
You or it?
Sell your soul?
And kill while you lit?

Once you go
It’s hard to come back
Could you say no?
Or hang on the rack?

Give in, give out
Be trapped, be free
Speak soft, give a shout
What will it be?

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“No thanks. I don’t smoke.”

I Am Here for You

When my life turns for the worst,
When the world becomes hell,
When all cannot be told,
What is there that I can tell?

When I feel God’s back is turned,
When I feel I’ve lost everything,
When I feel everyone is gone,
Whom should I sing?

When there’s no one with less,
When the skies turn black,
When my heart begins to race,
When will I be brought back?

When I look to you, Lord,
When I listen to your voice,
When I see your face,
I know my final choice.

You always answer the questions the same,
“I am here for you and I will take your pain.”

The Gentle Forest

The fleeting birds, the amber sky
Leaves rustling as the wind goes by

The moist grass, the looming oak
The dreamy fog, becomes a cloak

The feeling soil, the regal mountain
The yawning fox, gazes in caution

The gentle forest lays in wait
For all to hear, I clearly state

It’s there for your enjoyment
So go today and have some merriment

Looking Back

Looking back at my short life
I truly begin to wonder
What could I have done different?
Or was it one big blunder?

Looking back through my yearbooks
All the faces in my mind
All the ones I’d hurt
And all the ones I was kind

Looking back into my past
I see shattered memories
Raging tragedies still fresh
And unfinished stories

Looking back at the cross
I see Jesus dying for me
Did He ever look back?
And if He did, what did he see?

Looking back, afraid to see
I stand before the Lord
Wondering if my judgment is here
I look at His mighty sword

Looking back, full of fear
I hear His great voice
“Life or death,” He said
“It’s your choice”

Looking back at it all
I know the answer to my strife
To follow Christ always
So my answer is “Life!”

The Fisherman

Years ago, I remember fishing in this very lake. I was clean and fresh. You could drink the water right out of the boat. The salmon may have not been that many, but there were plenty. I fished and fished until my arms were sore. One salmon after another, I loaded my boat with them. I remember I could see their gills as they lay in the hull of my boat.
This was 40 years ago. Now, I sit out on the same lake, but the lake in undrinkable. The water is polluted with various things. There are no salmon this year. Nothing to catch. Nothing to fill my boat with. They simply didn’t exist anymore.
With nothing to catch, why am I here? Memories. My father took me fishing here as a little boy, and my grandpa took him here. I would have hoped to have taken my children, but it’s obvious that that’s not going to happen.
What could have caused this? Why would anyone let this fish become extinct? Well, let’s see. The damn up north, the lumber guys in the west hills, irrigation all over. Which could have killed the salmon? For all I know, they all could have killed them. The lumber jacks leave areas of forest open to erosion. This can eventually all end up in the stream, smothering salmon redds. The damn causes a lot of problems. It nitrogenates the water, making it difficult for salmon to breathe. It also gives the salmon an obstacle that they can’t jump over. The irrigation has drained this lake to the bottom almost. The lack of water makes it difficult for the salmon to get back to their spawning ground. Not only that, they went unscreened for many years, during which time, millions of fish could have been killed.
I miss being able to catch loads of fish, but what can I do? There isn’t a thing that I can do about it? Even if there is a way to help, how could one man save a species? And would I be able to?

Writer's Block

Random words
Flowing freely
Don’t ask me why
I’m serious, really

Writer’s Block
Bad connection
The black void
Easy to deception

Whatever you call it
I don’t care
Name it something
You’re just too much to bare

Leave me alone
I’m only human
Don’t expect too much
I mean, you sound like Rasputin

When all is said and done
I’ll have you in my fist
You won’t bother me again
If you get my jist

So go away
You treacherous scum
I won’t take it much longer
Don’t you think me dumb

I have a life
I have my days
I have a chance
I have my ways

So leave me be
You’ve gone to far
Don’t cross my path
Let’s not incite a war

I want to kill something
You’ve become my bane
Stop it please
You’re driving me insane

Wee hee!!! Ha ha!!!
Bouncing off the walls
Ye haw!!! Yahoo!!!
Running down the halls

I think I’ve lost it.

The Trip

Tom, Fred, Adam, and George,
All drove to the Columbia Gorge.
But when they got there, to their surprise,
In front of them, the Grand Canyon lies.

“What the heck,” they said to themselves,
“Why not?” And they looked to their shelves.
But there was nothing there and they needed to eat.
How could this happen, this great defeat?

They were convinced they weren’t beat, yet.
“We’ll get through this,” Adam bet.
But there wasn’t a store for miles on end.
And the nearest pit stop was beyond the bend.

“Well, let’s go,” Fred remarked.
So they began move from where they parked.
But then they all stood aghast.
For they realized, they’d run out of gas!

Once again, they wouldn’t take zeroes,
‘Cause, naturally, they’re the heroes.
But fear not, for they know where to go.
I believe it’s somewhere in San Pedro.

So they hiked for several miles.
And the desert floor was like tiles.
But they soon found refuge,
Hitchhiking in a trailer, so huge.

Then they reached San Pedro,
And found their lucky clue.
But who knows what side of the planet they’ll end up on.
Even though they’re off to Oregon.

Somber Light

A misty gleam, a soft lit glow.
A dreamy amber, a brilliant yellow.
A fearless red, a golden brown.
A violent green, watered down.
A raging violet, a cunning orange.
A whispering blue, acting like a sponge.
A threatening jade, a mellow peach.
Royal purples, simple each.

All express, a joyous cry.
That one thing lasts, by and by.
That one somber light, stands out above all.
And reaches far, and over mountains, tall.
The Lord of Lords, a beautiful sight.
Jesus Christ, the somber light.

The True or the Truth

It comes to a point in life
Where you just can’t seem to move on
Time is a blur
But your motions take so long

Thrust into society
Unprepared and alone
Like a fish in a whirlpool
Reduced to bare bone

Mindless work invades your thoughts
Bogged down in muck
It looms overhead
And you seem to be stuck

“United we stand,
Divided we fall!”
Who's to say
It works that way at all

But who am I
To say that it doesn’t?
Was it meant to be?
Or no, it just wasn’t?

Why can’t I think?
Why can’t I feel?
Who cares anyway?
What’s the big deal?

I gave my life
To this feudal system
A merciless monster
A worthless gem

“If only life were this good”
Wake up it isn’t!
Look around you!
We’re all peasants!

Only the strong
Can pay this tollbooth
But who are you…
The true or the truth?

Care?

Feelings have
The touch of the soul
What have I,
But what has been cold?
Given to greatness
Lost to weakness
Poised and strong
Fallen by emptiness

Joy is lost
But who really cares?
All is forsaken
But who really dares?
I am the all of my dreams
And I am nothing of my fears
So long have I cried
With so many tears

Treachery upon all mankind
Killing the human brain
Given to sorrow
Who’s to blame?
To whom
Do we place this life?
Why do we continue,
If there is so much strife?

If I could fly
Where would I go?
The world is mystic
But yet so low
It’s difficult to see
Just how much we don’t
But as a human
Chances are, I won’t

Is there an explanation?
Is there an answer?
Is there a hope?
Is there a prayer?
Is there a chance?
Is there a freedom?
Is there an end?
Is there one?

The hope we long for
No one knows
But when it comes
Could we be waiting while it goes?
It takes time to see
Everything in focus
Cause light is blinding
Our eyes are dead in us

Who can save us,
When we are so stubborn?
We keep thinking we’re it
And ending up a bad turn
Who’d want to save us?
And who would try?
You’ve heard of Jesus
But you think He’s a lie

Well, He is the one
Who can save you
He is the one
Who will do
He is the one
Who does care
He is the one
Who will always dare

Friends Forever

Every day
Poor little Don
Plays in the alley
With his crayon

He draws little pictures
And imagines they come to life
He plays with them
And at one point, one was his wife

But alas!
Poor little Don grew older
And would not play any more
While his pictures grew colder

This wouldn’t stop
Don’s little friend
It drew an army
To older Don, it would send

The drawn army
Was recieved with praise
For Don remembered
His younger days

He ran down the stairs
He ran outside
He ran down the alley
To where his beloved crayon lied

He picked it up
And place it head to the wall
To draw again
And heed the crayon’s call

A Classic Christmas Poem

Christmas.

The time for joy,
Known by every girl and boy.

The time when giving abounds,
And carolers sing their merry rounds.

With lights and bowels of holly,
And Santa, plump and jolly.

The time of our savior’s birth,
And chestnut roasting by an open hearth.

Christmas is the time when the best comes forth,
Maybe in form of the man from the north.

But Christmas is more than some holiday,
And more than your average horray.

Christmas is when man can become,
Everything that is good and be done.

The Glass

He sat and watched the empty glass. He had had four already, but he still craved more. He thought that it was only a social drink. He thought that it wasn’t going to affect him. He knew both his parents struggled with alcoholism, but he was better than them. He was not an alcoholic! He couldn’t be! He was too good of a person to be one!
He sat a while longer, watching his glass. A droplet slid down from the rim. He looked at it longingly. The urge to buy another ached in his side. He wanted to buy another one. He knew that he was destroying his liver and kidneys, but it didn’t matter. It was now, and that was later. He watched another droplet roll off the glass.
A man sat down beside him. His speech was extremely slurred and he bobbed back and forth. No matter how hard he tried the man wouldn’t go away. Eventually, the man became angry at him for seemingly no reason. He began pushing and shoving him. Finally, he began to beat him. He fell to the ground. He watched as the blurred man flailed punch after punch. Then, he looked to the ground beside him. His glass.... was shattered.

Paradox

Forces get piled
Faster and faster
Time shift wild
Who is the master?

Continuum growing larger
Losing all you know true
Time falling farther
The past becomes the clue

Look to where the light fell
But who is there?
Only time will tell
The age of the rare

Then the light stops
And the stars slow
Then the time flops
And the winds blow

I see myself…
Not as I am…
But as I will be…
I stand still…
Before him…
Altered time becomes me…

Technology’s race
For the faster pace
Is a hopeless case
A disgusting face

Speed of light
A deadly rhyme
A perilous fight
Of distorted time

A complex mystery
A hidden answer
A shaded history
Growing lighter

Einstein’s little game
Of relativity
Brought him fame
For his creativity

A paradox for sure...

One Needle, Two Needles...

One needle, two needle
Red needle, blue needle

How many needles are in you?
How many needles many you blue?
How many needles will kill you?
Oh my! Oh my! What can you do?

One needle, two needle
Red needle, blue needle

Who’s used those needles?
What do they rave?
Ten to one, HIV troubles
Make you crave?

One needle, two needle
Red needle, blue needle

Diluted? Or not?
What difference does it make?
Your stuck with what you got
Might as well go jump in a lake

One needle, two needle
Red needle, blue needle

Hallucinations?
Tired? Lazy?
Vaccinations?
Those pills driving you crazy?

One needle, two needle
Red needle, blue needle

One needle, two needle
Red needle, dead people...

The Tempest Heart

The lightning strikes and the sparrows fly.
The thunder rolls and the flowers die.

The waves crash and the sky grows dark.
The rain pours and the fires spark.

The rivers flood and the winds devour.
The tempest comes here this very hour.

The hatred grows and the violence spreads.
The evil smiles and the innocent dreads.

The tempest heart has risen again.
To destroy the land and cause it pain.

But...

The winds die down and the lightning dims.
The floods recede and the waves no longer grim.

The rain stops and the sky clears.
The flowers live and the fire smears.

The thunder quiets and the sparrows return.
The tempest grows weak it soon will learn.

The Tempest Heart with its hatred fed,
Is forever, dead.

The Trombonist's Call

One day, long ago
I picked up my horn
And took a look around
Then I knew why I was born

To play it well
I realized
So I put my lip to the metal
And I harmonized

Ever since
I’ve heard the call
Of my little piece of brass
I knew it all

So hear me out
My pretty little song
From day to day
And all night long

Feeling strong
Hear the tone
Comin’ from me and
My shiny trombone

That’s the life
Heard from down the hall
That’s right
It’s the Trombonist’s Call

The One

I asked the river, ‘To whom do you flow?’
‘The One,’ it answered, expecting me to know.

I called to the mountains, ‘To whom do you bow?’
‘The One,’ they resounded, with the best they knew how.

I cried to the wind, ‘To whom do you race?’
‘The One,’ it whispered, as it picked up it’s pace.

I shouted to the heavens, ‘To whom is given the One?’
‘The One is given to you. He is My Son!’

In the Name of Love

I did it all in the name of Love
But why didn’t I see you
I saw it as the birds, above
Yet I ignored what was true

I looked at your face
And saw my own reflection
I couldn’t walk your pace
I didn’t heed my caution

I ran
I stumbled
I saw you
I tumbled
I fought
I tried
I saw you
I died
--
It’s hard to see clearly
When Love’s hands cross your eyes
You believe it all sincerely
But in fact, they’re all lies

So who is the liar?
And why do you try?
You’re playing with fire
It’s time to say good-bye

I ran
I stumbled
I saw you
I tumbled
I fought
I tried
I saw you
I died
--
But I knew that it was all there
In front of my face
So I asked for forgiveness here
Expecting God’s Grace

I knew He was the way
But I turned off course
I’ve learned from this day
That I won’t win by force

I ran
I stumbled
I saw you
I tumbled
I fought
I tried
I saw you
I survived

(Dedicated to Kristy, the first girl to alter my life)

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