We feel a call sometimes
To be sublime or kind
To think we can find
the right path aligned
With our close knit group, devine
We pass the time pointing at opposite side
Throwing a fit, claiming they're not legit
I submit to a higher power that I've claimed as my own
prone to fits of self righteous rage on a stage of my life
In time i might improve
In time i might remove these moments that blind and misguide me
The only way i see clearly now is to answer the call i feel.
A river of
redemption
waiting beyond
These shallows
of torment
and rocks devil spawned
With rapids
approaching
white water ahead
Their nature
and prophecy
fueling the dread
As speed
is increasing
its roar on the rise
The falls
of the Jordan
— to live or to die
(Snake River ‘Lunch Counter:’ September, 2020)
.
if'n i stop mine think's
drip
Exspecially 'bout
herz
Exspecially in theirn
Purest prurient presence
Attract'n mine 'lone
i may touch one uv
thoze flowerz
What secrets of the Muse's rhyme,
skirt on the edge of our perception?
What fate can be known by metric time,
or prophecy by taut inspection?
The path she offers invites echoes,
of lives half-lived and dreams half-dreamt,
of pasts that form our tomorrows,
that few aspire beyond attempt.
Parnassus chooses whom so it will.
To the fated, it shares its mysteries,
but one must choose its bitter pill,
to resolve the trajectories.
The obscure rhythms of the poet's soul,
splashed against a domed, cryptic sky,
fulfill a cosmic, unique role,
that only seers behold with an inward eye.
Jolly jelly-belly J.B. Pritzker
Your wife’s health you took pains not to risk her
Flew her on a private plane
While with Covid you raised Cain
Hypocrisy portrays you ~ tsk, tsk, sir
________________________________________________
J.B. Pritzker, Governor of Illinois, flew his wife
to Miami after imposing travel restrictions on
'all Illinoisans' and closing all schools and
most businesses during the 'Covid crisis'
of Spring, 2020.
The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.
If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.
Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.
If love comes for blood
its mask is flawless and warm
for it dwells in our feelings
yet the heart remains blameless.
Yes, I’m the cute little pooch,
You treat like a substitute child,
Domesticated and to some extent,
By breeding, I’m pedigree styled,
But don’t ignore my ancestral line,
For I still listen to the call of the wild,
And in my heart I’m still a wolf
And this wolf can be easily riled.
Most all have known me, a few know me well.
Ask people about me, here’s what they’d tell.
Sometimes when happy or sad I appear.
Here’s who I am, these statements make it clear.
I may happen while you’re cheering out loud,
Your child is succeeding, and you’re so proud.
Or in a moment when there is no doubt,
Suddenly your joy may bring me about.
In a time of sadness when life seems bleak,
You may notice as I run down your cheek.
Your heart is so heavy, it may just burst,
Here is the best clue, it should have been first.
When your loss is something or someone dear,
Everyone knows me and calls me a tear.
being lulled to sleep
by warm breezy summer day
MOM! gets me back up
I dialed your number and listened as it ring
I hoped you would finally answer the phone
You are the only person that felt like home
You can remove this feeling of being alone
I listened and the phone continued to ring
I knew you wouldn’t answer but I had to try
The last time we talked it ended with a fight
With a few clothes you left with no goodbye
I often play that night back in my mind
Each time I try I can’t convince you to stay
And each night it’s the same as it was then
You walking to your car and then driving away
It’s been months and nothing’s changed
It still hurts and I struggle to get through
Today would have been our anniversary
I only called to say sorry and I love you
It is done
a soul has slipped away
no return, no familiar face
only stories to keep them near.
Tears may fall into rivers
but they will not call them back.
Sleepless nights unravel sorrow
yet the silence still remains.
So let your heart rest awhile
let it bend without breaking
so one day it may learn again
to love, to live, to carry on.
Kill me before I die
Wake me before I realize
Show me before I commit
Pull me before I dream
Make me animal before human
I’m only a call away
I don’t mind being there for you
For some reason
I don’t like having to say no to you
I want to help you but as long as I’m not hurting myself in the process
I want to be the person you call on and the person you lean on
I feel like you deserve it and you are worth it
If you ever need me
I’m a call away
No matter the time or day
I just want to be there for you in any way
Call me anytime of the day
In any type of weather
I will be there for you and I will always have a listening ear to listen to you
[Verse 1]
We're supposed to be the good guys
We're supposed to love, love, love
But I just can't see it
these days when I look at us
[Pre-chorus]
You gotta beam in your eye but you point your finger at me!
Turning up your nose, thinking you are better
Spreading hate…spreading hate you disassociate with sinners
[Chorus]
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
Making us feel ashamed
When we accept Jesus into our lives
We take His name, the name of Christ
It's such a shame …all this dissension
How can you call yourself…a Christian
[Verse 2]
We're supposed to reflect his light
But the light shines brighter in the darkness
Not so each fault and sin can be seen
So they'll see God's light Shining through me
[Tag]
Judge not that ye be not judged
Love how Jesus loves
Judge not that ye be not judged
Love how Jesus loves
How Jesus Looooooooovvvveeeessss!!!!!
[Chorus]
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
Making us feel ashamed
When we accept Jesus into our lives
We take His name, the name of Christ
It's such a shame …all this dissension
How can you call yourself…a Christian!?!
How can you call yourself…a Christian,!?!
Across the space of desolation,
enfolding the desert of existence
where instead of thornbush
the Holy Spirit grows juniper,
the journey in the labyrinth of torment
is to reach the oasis of bliss,
from where He calls to come to the waters.
I travel from the abyss of despair
on the blessed inward journey
through the layers of consciousness,
perceive the radiance of the divine beacon
in the sanctum of the devout soul,
illumining the corridor to the abode of peace.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where for me God blooms the piety lotus,
suffused with the gleam of His grace.
Insightful of the benevolence of God,
my soul shines with ethereal radiance
like the flaring brilliance of a billion suns
in the infinite depth of the inner space.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of enlightened eternity,
I perceive His gracious support,
making me glow in the galaxy of acumen,
turning me into a living light.
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