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I chose to follow the road
Even though i know not where it goes
My thoughts alone the only hope
To help my through this life alone
I guess i could just let it go
But then the end i'll never know.
I wonder if you know
Why the world around the road
Has changed its tune as i go
Maybe that's just how it goes
When you think you are alone
But the truth is what you hope.
A silhouette becomes a hope
And you know i already know
That i never really was alone
Because you were walking down the road
Never knowing where it goes
But like me you chose to go
So together here we go
Bound together filled with hope
Still not knowing where it goes
Truthfully i don't care to know
We don't even need the road
Its enough to not be alone
Now i ask are we alone?
Off the beaten path we go
Off behind us, gone is the road
A life alive that is the hope
We cannot be the first to know
That the road forever goes
Now we know just how it goes
Everyone feels all alone
But we’ll tell you what we know
Come and rest before you go
Eat and let me give you hope
You are not alone, just the road.
All I want is a warm safe space
where I can sit and unwind;
Comfort can sometimes be a place;
Put a slower rhythm in my pace
go where I can leave it all behind,
all I want is a warm safe space;
Disappearing without a trace
when I dissolve into my mind,
comfort can sometimes be a place;
Secured within a lover’s embrace
it’s a feeling that cannot be defined;
All I want is a warm safe space;
Instantly in a positive headspace
a cafe filed with the vibe ‘Be Kind’,
comfort can sometimes be a place;
Wishing each night into my pillowcase
it cannot be that difficult to find;
All I want is a warm safe space,
comfort can sometimes be a place.
Can it be done by anyone,
I know we can travel forward in time,
We are living, proof that will not change over time,
Alive in a past time,
Alive in this points in time.
There is also no room to doubt in this time,
That we can physically touch, see, and occasionally smell
items in this time,
That existed in a past time.
While I never like to say never,
Not knowing the meaning of the word forever,
I predict time travel back to the past,
Would not be a blast,
Yet would create a paradox,
Obvious even to anyone with a brain equal
to that of an ox.
We do however have the ability in this time,
To view records of a past time,
And unearth secrets from further back in time,
But we cannot in this time effect change on even
a single blade of grass,
Not even its mass,
But we can use it to change the future,
And decide whether to nurture,
Or torture,
Something to think about in this time,
Before we run out of time.
Read Only File
2/22/22
Miracle Man
Each day I add to my read only file,
as time breathes my present to past.
Many things there warrant a smile,
But many names and faces are glassed.
Entries made there cannot be changed,
though password is stored in my brain.
Stories told, have seen facts rearranged,
and sometimes, inadvertently, I may feign.
Others know some because they had a place,
some know little unless I opt to share.
My long past is but by a loving God’s grace,
I’ve had three score and ten and thirteen to spare.
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.”
–Alice Morse Earle
This is no mere rejoicing thing,
The sun does peep again,
It pricks the roads with beamy swords
And dries the humid grain.
The water gleams with golden sheen,
A mirror on the lake,
As if the glass in daylight burns
With ripples at its wake.
Today it is a warm delight,
The moment I thought so,
A dark and dusky cloud obscured
The pleasant morning glow.
At once it called its sable mates,
With wrathful vapour swelled,
They rolled and rushed, and thereon squashed,
But never, never quelled.
As if it were a true display
Of demons talking loud,
They deal in lies, and cleave the skies,
And wrap them in a shroud.
The gales possessed by unjust souls
Fly off a million miles,
The casements clack and clutter all,
Fall victim to their wiles.
Ofttimes it pours from unknown source,
Breaking the bowl of night,
A darkened sky is sundered by
Electric veins of light.
From thence it throws loud, loud bellows,
The devil’s dance resumes,
It rips and whips the boats and ships,
All earthly noise subsumes.
He grumbles for some unknown cause,
And rumbles all again,
It shakes the child with thunders wild
And ceaseless rapid rain.
He shouts, and clouts the unseen air,
While tumbles many a toy,
The fearsome din sprang from the sin
I cannot but destroy.
Love is like faith; we follow it like a prayer.
We cannot see it, yet we feel it, like God above.
We can feel the pleasure of its warm, loving flow.
It makes our whole life light up with joy.
Making us leap for joy within.
It leaves a mark on our life, that we carry with us for life.
Love and faith are one in itself.
It is the completion of ourselves, making us feel happy throughout.
The ray of love shines so bright, we would travel endlessly to our love's bright light.
Hold steady and bright, for your love may see your bright light.
Love may be lost, and finding their way to you right now.
So, pray for them to find their way.
Light the path with golden rays, and pray that God will help them to their path home to you.
Love through all of life's ups and downs.
Never give up on faith and love, it is the only thing we take into our next life.
Silently, I sat by,
To listen to the sounds of the world,
Of all the voices that touched me most,
Were those caught in the angelic wind,
For all things have a voice,
And the voice for all things
speaks through the wind,
So, silently I sat and listened.
With the salty taste of a tear
As it touched my upper lip,
A smile appeared.
All the while the wind kept blowing,
Secret after secret, revealing to me,
If only I could comprehend its wisdom.
But that is half the allure,
Happy I am just to hear it blow,
And acknowledge its influence over my spirit.
The wind has taught me many things,
Though, I cannot speak for the wind,
Instead, let it speak for me.
My future wife, I do not know your face,
Yet my soul has memorized your name.
Somewhere beyond this present hour,
You walk, you breathe, you pray the same.
I see us not in fleeting fantasy,
But in a vision hallowed and true,
Becoming friends before we become lovers,
I learning the universe that is you.
What shall we do?
We shall play like children unashamed of joy,
Laugh until our ribs forget their ache,
Turning our living room into an altar,
Where every giggle is incense we make.
We shall do all that husband and wife can do
Not only in flesh, where passion finds its throne,
But in purpose, in prayer, in planning tomorrow,
Two pilgrims building a world of our own.
How lovely it will be,
How sweet, how divinely sweet,
When my dreams no longer chase you in the night,
Because you lie beside me, tangible, complete.
You will be my friend in loneliness,
My counsel in confusion,
My peace in chaos,
My poetry in prose.
My future wife, keep your heart tender,
Keep your lamp trimmed and burning bright,
For I am pruning myself to be worthy of you,
Becoming better than I was last night.
I do not seek perfection in you,
I seek permanence, presence, and grace,
A love that will outlive time's tyranny,
A love that death itself cannot erase.
So wait for me, as I wait for thee,
In honor, in faith, in fervent prayer,
For when God finally writes our meeting,
All of heaven will pause and stare.
Dedicated too my father's memory:
Strong hands hold a babe at birth
As a giant looks down upon his child with love and a smile.
A toddler is picked up by strong hands and a kind word , reassurance and wisdom is shared .
A strong hand rests upon the shoulder and with a smile of pride sends this now teenager upon their way .
A strong hand grasps another adults hand the giant wishing the happy couple well in their future that lays ahead .
The giant is always close if needed ,through the years with any trials that may come .
Helping and giving his council freely with compassion and grace .
Much time has passed , the giants shaking hands now hold the grandchild with emotion and love,
happy Memories of the years gone by now blurring his eyes.
Two strong hands rest upon those of the elderly giant as thanks and reassurance are spoken softly .
The great wheel of time turns once more .
A strong hand now rests upon the Giants casket as silence speaks, and words just cannot be found .
Things, I want things,
Give me things,
Here is a ring,
Let us accumulate things,
And compare are things to their things,
They are evil,
Their things do not compare to our things,
There was a man who taught us love,
But we killed him with a thing,
And when he rose,
Instead of rising like him?
We built things, to fly through the sky,
Things, I want things,
Give me things,
Here is a ring,
Let us accumulate things,
And compare are things to those stupid people,
We stole their things, we steal their things,
And when they fight us, we kill them with our things,
We call them terrorists, for they have far too few things to be heroes,
I want things,
Give me things,
Things I can rub,
Things I can drive,
Things I can use to be the king of the hive,
And of course, my things can do anything,
My heroes destroy things,
My architects build them back,
My sister has Cancer,
My brother has Diabetes,
And we have things for those,
But they don't work,
If they die, where will they go?
If they go somewhere will it have things?
I want things,
Give me things,
Things I can drive,
Things I can use to be king of the hive,
For who knows what's coming,
And I cannot find my soul,
Aww who cares?
Things are better!!!