~Moon & Sea~
Hey boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore
Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and whys?
The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.
Finish playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea
Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high
I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue
Hey boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.
Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
Walking a tightrope across my inner self…
Dare to look down pass the pages from my shelf…
It tells the story of the mind that sits outside my soul…
Discolored and torn but the meaning still screams from what is whole…
Tiny scars stained by raindrops that never really dried…
Washed down my hand and caressed the tears I could never hide…
The journey left me crawling for my peace…
Onto a table beside a pen I sit and release…
Come to me O lord that heals
Not only my body but my spirit yield
When I’m here in this place, I cry out to you Lord
My words insignificant but my heart one accord
You’ve shaped my life since I was eight
You’ve dealt with my questions and my debate
In my disobedience you showed me love
Patiently waiting for me to again look above
I know as I disappoint myself I do not disappoint You
For in You all knowing, all loving You knew
That I could never go far and I grew
As You waited
How long have You waited for your children to see
That it’s all built on love and they’ve been deceived
I cry out to You Jehovah to open our eyes
Allow the things that have hindered to be now despised
With good intentions we lost the truth
Afford us Jehovah, the journey to find all truth
For if God is the truth and the truth is God
Then wisdom will begin where the journey ends
Shalom is the kind of peace that results from being a whole person in right
relationship to God and to one's fellow man.
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait
For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all
An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down
All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife
That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search
For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz
On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands
Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride
Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss
Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll
Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend
To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree
For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life
A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb
She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow
That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.
I was wandering barefoot in the snow
What a journey I had to sow
I knew this wasn’t something I would normal indulge in
A strange kind of winter walk without a coat in the wind
But I continued my lonely trudging anyway
The skies where a dire dark gray
Somehow although it felt cold it didn’t feel wet or unbearable
Perhaps this was the end? Some kind of parable
I was somewhere I didn’t want to roam
My mission was clearly to find my way home
Every passageway I strove to push through came up empty
This was not the happy land of plenty
Why couldn’t I find the end?
Was there some impending trickery around the bend?
I felt a strong frustration descend over me
I saw the strange face of an unknown banshee
Screams and tears plumed out of loss and shame
I was repeatedly calling out my husband’s name
Distorted, destroyed no one spoke
Thank God it ended I woke
Inspired by the “I dreamed contest”
Where does one start a journey, a journey to their where
Whilst a peripheral life abounds, in continual I don't care
On their journey of ones life, no mediation to reason
Whilst in the depths of married life, can lie continual treason
For in these continual lies, no care to their past
It's the path of life's driven road, that ends their starting last
Here I sit all alone
On an island I will call home
For the next ten years or more
How , why, what is the score
I have my trusty tool
A Swiss Army knife is nobody’s fool
A waterproofed large awning
Giving me shelter dusk to morning
From sun and rain alike
That the second of my likes
My third I had to peruse
So many things I could choose
The bible brought itself to the fore
Has so many stories, I had read before
Nothing else can I choose
These three items I peruse
My knife with its many blades
Though horses hooves are in the shade
The awning I can wrap around
Or pin it out on the ground
My choices three I hold in awe
Damn forgot a lipstick wish there were four
October 6th 2013
Arising from the ashes a Phoenix unseen
Burn to a crisp has been all things unclean
Soaring to the heaven way up above
Left floating above is a fire tail of love