Morning entered quietly, as pale as silver rain, and with it came a gentle voice to soften fear and pain.
The hours were slow with aching, the road seemed hard to see, yet kindness, like a summer bird, alighted close to me.
No crown adorned her patient brow, No trumpet marked her way; She carried hope in simple hands— Shyni, my nurse today.
Sometimes the smallest mercies outshine the brightest sun:
A smile, a word, a careful touch can heal what others can't.
When evening folds the weary sky and shadows drift away, I'll keep one quiet star alive— Shyni my nurse today.
I’m sure I have enough to wear
To last until I die,
Yet still, I buy new clothes at times
And you might wonder why.
Though it feels good to dress oneself
In something fresh and cool,
It also makes the time ahead,
So tightly wound, unspool.
Since no one buys a shirt or pants
Believing it will last
For just a few appearances
Before one’s time has passed.
So purchases become a way
To guarantee (or hope)
That life will keep one on its path
And not death’s slippery slope.
Down the alley I see the well—
beside it, a quiet distress.
A rainbow behind you shows seven colours,
yet within it you emit only grey.
What lies inside you?
Do those shattered windows tell a story no one knows,
or are your walls themselves stained
with a tale no one dares to hear?
Those withered flowers seem to hold a promise—
unless they were buried
for someone who could never keep one.
The fog that surrounds you
seems to isolate the world,
but never you.
You look almost royal;
no wonder you have no kin.
You understand blood too well—
its scent, its taste—
a knowledge that horrifies the soul.
Perhaps one day
I will come to clean you…
only to meet my demise.
To take things in stride,
One must simply decide
To let nervousness slide
And just chill.
If these rules are applied
And no planets collide,
Then what might be implied
Likely will
Keep one feeling supplied
With the skills to abide
By life’s customs, which guide
People still.
I have never denied
Nor have I ever lied
About lacking the pride
To fulfill
Life’s demands while allied
With some Zen bona fide
But I can’t, though I’ve tried,
Learn the drill.
O parachute, thy rider.
How to keep one aloft?
Spread thy edges to defer!
He who squatted coughed!
Unity, sing in unison.
Each louder than the last?
Vittle, side with venison?
Legs in traction plast!
Thus refuted, O my rock?
Lines around in chalk.
Broken is the bowl, O block.
Corn, thy tattered stalk.
So you've been feeling stifled?
Just flicker as you fall.
Soldiers, how you rifled!
O banshee, how you call!
Ghoulish was the repast grim?
Crater, nurse thy rim.
Light of harpsichord, draw dim.
How about her or him?
Rain on us, O lightning!
O thunder, now to roll!
Fain would it be frightening?
Soak in gin, my soul!
The cone or the caldera?
What kind of choice is this?
Ergo, O my era...
O death gods, blow a kiss...
Time to pack away all my toys
They no longer bring me joy
I'm no longer a joyful boy
I'm just a miserable man
Trying to live
To see better days
But I still wish
I was a kid again
Didn't keep a single friend
From my so called childhood
I did keep one thing
I kept my childhood misery
Grew up too fast
Wishing I could go back
To open up my toy chest
Full of joy and fun
Now that toy chest
Is full of fear and lies
I've told myself
Over the years
That the fighting will stop
The ocean of tears will
Dry up in a lifelong drought
As for the pain it will
Turn into success
It will be taken advantage of
In the best way possible
Then maybe I will
Live a better life by
Sharing my story of
My nonexistent childhood
Full of pain and fear
Me a Racist
It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as an offensive racist, I’m
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower. The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words.
Kicked the mirror, the one in the hall that had seen
me nude and laughed, went out to buy a new
bottle, my racist wife- she is from Kinshasa and
dislike men with red hair- asked why I didn`t
buy two gas bottles and keep one in reserve, like
I should be kind to a racist.
My memory’s worth cannot be measured,
sometimes it brings with it some regret.
Some I have filed and they are now treasured,
the unpleasant one’s I’ve endeavored to forget.
But from unpleasant things I can also fain,
and experience has been my classroom teacher.
So that I always know what not to do again,
the same mistake would be a double feature.
No heart holds any secrets,
because our tongues can’t keep one.
Tom
Two spoons
You can keep one
I do not intend to share
I have not had a hot fudge sundae in forever
My tongue salivates like a starving dog when she is ready
Perfect with whipped cream and cherry
Tasty
Your presence.
Your essence.
From Sheol.
Smile empty soul.
You played a mirage to confuse me.
Let me finally be.
I keep one in the chamber, I keep one for myself.
It's there on the top shelf.
Etched into my heart, your purpose there is still unclear.
Im the unspoken seer.
The Chosen one.
This prize you haven't won.
The truth came out.
I've been on the wrong route.
I'm the light, you the abyss.
Ignorance is a bliss.
Forks can be multi-purposed.
I keep one in my purse for emergencies.
They are good to retrieve things that slide under booths in restaurants.
Helpful to dislodge cockleburs from dog's fur
Part my hair when I am waiting for a friend at Gilly’s Café.
A fork does not pull your hair as hard as a comb.
What hope if I alone must strive
commandments to obey?
Could all my self-constructed good
withstand the Judgement Day?
Supposing I could keep one day
completely free from sin.
Would that be good enough from God
eternal life to win?
If I protest my innocence
before the accusing Word,
would that persuade the Righteous Judge
to leave my case unheard?
Nothing that I articulate
can contradict God’s Word;
indelible His judgement stands,
with Him I must concur.
No works of my poor righteousness,
no deeds that I think good,
can overcome my total need
of Jesus’ precious blood.
Provision far beyond my dreams
impossible to fail –
my Saviour dying in my place;
His righteousness prevails!
“He was wounded for our transgressions.”
Isaiah 53:5
Life like driving
Always keep one
Hand on the wheel.
Oh, God we know our life is.
But a flower that blooms and goes.
In this, treasured time in your presence.
Keep one clear from feuds of tangled weeds.
That lives to choke out the light by dirty deeds.
Keep ones roots nourished from your truth.
To go back to the Love of a youth.
Growing towards the light that is glorious.
Flourishing, with living water to show your glory.
Fill ones blooms with pollen to spread.
For the bees and butterflies to fly across the land.
Be with them in holding on to these treasures.
Breathing ,forth new life to another flower seeking.
To give encouragement and comfort.
That ,there is another one out here praying for you.
Although, many have fallen over in disbelief.
Sprinkle this Love over to bring relief.
That ,when one's time on this earth is done.
It will be noticed this flowers direction of growth.
Although, ones appearance might be fading away.
Inwardly,this process of God's power
Is being renewed full of life day by day
Shall, the Lord mold one to become a flower
Which ,never fades in the City of the Heavenly Jerusalem.
Which has been made available in this moment.
We are about to be invaded by forces unknown,
the Martians are coming and their cover is now blown.
The invasion will start in the east around dusk,
we were warned to stay away, that darn Elon Musk.
Their mother ship is in orbit right now around Earth,
for years they’ve been watching our conception and birth.
They have large round heads, a pointed nose and green lips,
those so called spy balloons were just the first of their ships.
They have been controlling our minds with Verizon’s 5G,
their beachhead will form at the base of the dead sea.
Those martian balloons can be quite tricky to spot,
so keep one eye on the sky and look for a green dot.
We have fought our first battle, up north in the snow,
they can’t hide in the dark because their beady eyes glow.
For them our urine is toxic, so climb up high in a tree,
drink plenty of fluids, so when they’re close you can pee.
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