Long Clear Poems
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Look away world
for I belong to all the nameless faces;
we live now in the background
of long faded paintings.
Look away you blatant sun
I travel now behind a shadow throng
of the distant disconnected
for we have chosen
to be both apart and together.
Look away you Spanish ladies
the angels have my eyes now,
they delight in being hidden
within thin garments of
sensual disguise.
For my eyes have seen the glory
of the dying;
they have joined me
for yet awhile,
they look away from any endings,
for they have beheld the beyond
they have sighted the new ones coming;
clear of eye,
bold and blithe are these spirits
they walk upon the waters
of that last river,
and cross not.
This can not be why I'm here
My future used to look so clear
With high hopes of happiness
Somehow these high hopes are less
Than I planned so long ago
Where did my bright future go
There is no more clarity
Fogginess is all I see
Trying hard to get it straight
All I ever do is wait
For a sign to come along
Right will take away the wrong
I'm this hill I'm now struggling
To climb over but it's tugging
Me back down with every step
Its difficult to find the pep
Inside myself, its slowly fading
Clouds are full and darkly shading
Any light I seem to find
I'm about to lose my mind
If this path I have to walk
Keeps stabbing me like a fork
Leaving little holes in me
Pouring out the misery
Playing like a sad sad tune
Praying happy music soon
Will engulf me with protection
And dance me in a new direction
It was right after the sky had turn dark
My life change or more like I walked off my path
Every time it rains despair comes down
Sucking me into a black hole
No matter how much I try to break free
Demons demand a ransom from me
Rain rain go away that's all I could pray
But barrels rumble through the sky taking my fear away
As I stare through the window waiting for the rain to stop
My mind shifted on the path I once walk
Wishing I was that boy again
Thinking I was so close but yet faraway
Holding on to this youthful desire
Of wanting to be the best at what I do
After the rain I tend to forget what happen that day
For when I open my eyes the sky is clear
And for some reason I feel better in every single way
Open your own sacred text,
you will find it where you last left it;
will it be within you or elsewhere?
Like most things mislaid
you will find it when you stop searching.
I once met a man with clear eyes,
when I looked into them
I saw myself there,
and what I perceived from afar
as alien and different
I now clearly recognize,
as a love reflected.
Many of the night stars we see
are no more,
and yet there they are
still shinning.
We are like that.
Perception is a cloudy day.
Jesus had to lose his face
to discover his face
When he saw that visage
there were no more cloudy days -
no more Jesus.
Some ask:
“Why do you glorify a God?
How primitive and immature.”
Yet those who see further
know that
everything that is and was
is an individual variation of the One.
This is what we glorify.
Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard
With the dark green ivy and wild roses
Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air
And the church bells ring their clear tolls
My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory
While my aged weary body rests
Under the soil of my ancestors in England or Wales-
Sweet peace with trees and birds in their nests
I would like a little bench under a willow
For those who wish to stop for a visit
Perhaps, a kind word or amusing thought
Every four or five years would benefit.
I'd like a pretty gravestone - not too tall
Simple elegance - my life portraying-
Complete with maiden name and husband's name
Birth date, death date and a few words saying
I came; I lived; I loved; I parted
That I was kind, fair, honest in word
And I cared; yes, that I cared - Listen to the bells!
Glory is absolutely exquisite with my LORD
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
The quote, "Now comes the mystery,"
American clergyman and social reformer
Henry Ward Beecher, 1813-1887.
"His final words reflect a philosophical and contemplative
attitude toward death and the afterlife.” Google
His deathbed holds the endless mystery
of where or what will truly happen next;
not what he'd learned from books or history
or what he taught at church as sacred text.
But from his deepest feeling there within,
he knew that death is not the simple end.
And so, his hopeful soul stayed clear of sin;
God's power, love, and mercy did defend.
Surely, he knew that Heaven was his goal-
perhaps imagined it a certain way;
But as a preacher, it is quite a toll
to understand what's real beyond his stay.
He knew the sacred mystery death holds-
but not the where or when of victory.
But at that last-breath moment, it unfolds;
his deathbed quote, “Now comes the mystery,”
It's becoming clear to me about you and me,
That maybe we were not ment to be.
You are pushing me away everyday can you see what I can see?
No morning kiss, or what's happening today.
You just get up and your on your way .
No hugs on the couch like everyone else,
No tickles, no laughs, no fun being had, it's alot of these things that make me feel sad.
We don't talk about things that most couples do, and you don't include me in things simply because you don't want to.
There's nothing to look forward to no future plans,
No holidays, no getaways or breaks to be had, how can memories be made being stagnant all days.
I know I bother you in so many ways, when I talk or try to involve myself in your missions. You just yell at me and tell me I'm not doing it right, but later that night act as if all is alright. Brushing of any and every fight thats been had. Knowing my weakness, making me feel weak at my knees because you know I want love so bad.
So this is when I say it's obvious to me that there's something I know it's about you and me.
As sad as it is as much as I don't want to, I have to admit we no longer should be a couple, we need to break free.
Dont try to stop me, this has to be done, I know, you know we just can't do it because I'm not your one.
Remember long ago they sinned
when God moved out
And strangers moved in
Remember it was other gods
They claimed existed
And that made them odd
Remember when by prophets told
When they were wrong
By selling their soul
Some see the same thing today
The worship of gods
Another way
Some that wonder why they kill
After much of their own blood
Was spilled
Some wonder why today
The world would hate them
The same old way
Why has it come to living this way
While the world see's
The End of days
Why has something became because
When it was clear
These are the Laws
Why must men destroy the world
And the death of children
Go ignored
When will God take back His throne
From those men
That wish they owned
When will men see the Wrath Of God
The destruction of the world
For it's evil plots
When will this time be made for loss
and the words "Too late"
The bridge we cross
I hear the music, magic all around,
the little birds are singing in my dreams,
ah, how I missed this pleasant, joyful sound.
I feel the freshness of the crystal streams.
White snowdrops gently say the Spring is here.
From puffy clouds, the sun so happy gleams,
the rain has stopped; the sky is blue and clear.
Pink tulips wake up early from the snow,
Spring is indeed the best time of the year.
The gardens missed the old romantic glow.
Blue angels dance; the world in wonder spins.
The Winter cries. She's sad and has to go.
She shows, last time, her irritated grins;
The Spring has won again the Spring begins!
For one day it was cold
A clear memory of wind and ice
For one day it was fear
Dreading if I'd survive
For one day it was clear
Blue skies with birds in flight
For one day it was tears
Who cares if I’m alive?
For one day it was pain
Thunder deep in my mind
For one day it was mist
No clear path could I find
For one day it was here
Standing right in front of my eyes
For one day love was near
A chance for me to change my life
For one day courage flowed
Like a river running wild
For one day I was bold
I had to be part of your life
For one day I took hold
of my heart
and gave it to you my wife.