cleaved unto this day
has each braided wick
awaited the present hour
the flame it soon carries-
whose hand might cast that light
that they should see clearly
the evening of a resting shadow
quickened only by need
that the eyes might see-
what shall overtake such blindness
that darkness would consumate its union
to the risen light none before the other
that a man might reason without question-
knowing not
that to know of one
is to know the other
Mandeville
A summer shower was photographed by
The child's father and professionally set
in a picture frame a few days later.
One day as he was fixated upon the sound
of the water drops dripping against the window
Panes as well as starring at the picture
Photographed and framed by his father,
The young lad asked his devoted dad,
"Why does it rain?" The father's reply was,
"It rains to take away some of the pain and
Shame that would otherwise overtake us.
Without the rain, said the dad, there would
Be more people without purity, without which there would be a world filled with more Shame.
Until that day of gazing into the picture frame,
The lad never realized there was so much
To be gained from the rain.
Red brick walls of the highest quality,
hell or high water the last one standing.
My resilience never rubber-banding,
high dollar construction’s a shield for me.
No need to fight what I was meant to be,
always protected while I’m expanding.
A harsh silhouette that is commanding
up close still appears rock hard easily.
With this architecture of solitude
the strategy can be hidden from view.
Glass windows only added to the top
tend to come off as aloof attitude.
Crippling loneliness can overtake you,
let someone in if you wish it to stop.
As the stars overtake the night sky
I drift off to a dreamlike slumber
Awakened not understanding why
Why my heart is beating in wonder
My eyes span the room, listening
Hearing nothing, I look for the cause
Looking dazed and not understanding
The truth is this defies natural laws
For what could posses my inner being
To the point now without any return
Is it an angel’s face I'm now seeing
Audible voice so sweetly to discern
The vision intense so indescribable
Circles around capturing my thoughts
It's beautiful and completely undeniable
And no this is not just afterthoughts
Slipping back now to dreamlike slumber
And regretting not sleeps interruption
I'm grateful you've captured my number
Visions of you, I welcome this disruption
I shoot myself into the cosmos prepared for adventure
insight I find as space travel opens me up to new possibilities
I never realized how small I was until this moment
My space suit is more than comfortable, I feel loved
Nowhere is it too tight, I am amazed by the new world I find
I travel from planet to planet on my starship, feeling joy
Other feelings I have never had before, overtake me
I am an explorer, a cosmonaut, opening up to new experiences
the planets embrace my travel, welcoming me, reassuring me
Heaven is here, I can feel her, there is much positivity
Earth words are not sufficient to describe these new feelings
You cannot explain what you have never experienced
I dart in between the stars, feeling whole for the first time
Not caring if it is my last time because now, I have truly lived my life.
I fear the hounds - ever they chase;
I must keep my pace or risk their overtake.
I fear the hounds, their hurtling pursuit;
I must watch my path to avoid rock and root.
I fear the hounds - ever they follow;
My feet must not fail me if I’m to make it to the morrow.
I hear the hounds, frantic as they bay,
My life the spoils they scrabble to claim.
I hear the hounds, and I wish to just rest;
I’m so weary of fleeing and giving my best.
I hear the hounds, and the temptation is great;
I slow my pace, and my end I embrace.
I see the hounds, and my blood runs cold;
They snarl with triumph and sprint to take hold.
I see the hounds - love of pride, love of me,
The easy path, wide and sloping in gentle degrees.
I see the hounds, and myself I revile:
Am I truly that tired, or just lacking the will for self-denial?
I flee the hounds; I lengthen my stride -
I’ll give them no easy victory tonight.
I flee the hounds - oh, they howl in rage;
They were just within reach of snaring their prey.
I flee the hounds through the brambles I run,
With faith that I’ll rest with the return of the Son.
Obnoxious and undiscerning
Teeming with power, devoid of meaning
intelligent-passing and ethical-seeming
‘Our only choice for defeating evil is taking away your choice for Good.’
Good with slogans
Good with words
Misconstrued, misused, misheard
As their reverberant declarations overtake stifled, dying cries
I mumble into the abyss
And regurgitate the whispers of the night
And I remain,
the fly on the wall
Silver-fog-screen tries to prevent the sun.
Peeping through fogs, the sun enjoys the fun.
Grass blades and blossoms glitter with dewdrops.
With rat-a-tats, dew drops fall from rooftops.
Motley migratory birds fly in flocks.
Flamingos try to overtake the hawks.
Doves descend from the skies as though fairies.
Robins dig out the snow-laced blueberries.
Foxes flee full of prey-less frustration.
Young sheep bleat at their wool operation.
Dogs and cats shiver in their master's quilt.
Stray apes leave the countryside feeling guilt.
Twilights seem to be serenely waiting.
The rich enjoy skiing and ice-skating.
While bonfires and campfires fill every street
Impoverished kids beg around bare feet.
Before the loss of my son,
I didn't realize what a tricky
question "how are you?" is
it can be simple one second
as you answer "I'm good"
but the next minute,
you could be engulfed by grief
or have a flashback of trauma
or even just a sweet memory
could overtake you
and the answer changes to
"I'm struggling!"
While some are content
to go with the flow
others are compelled to speed up
and overtake wherever they go
perhaps it's a challenge
to the aforementioned latter
altho' not a contest
something's the matter
as how much earlier
do they think they'll arrive
by constantly changing lanes
whenever they drive
or do they feel a need for their car
to be ahead of the pack
rather than stay in their place
at the traffic's far back
whomever they are
something's wrong in the head
for with such mad driving
the sooner they'll end up dead
I may be naive and I don’t know why
I may be weak but I ain’t dumb or shy
I may be alone but you are never satisfied
I may be gone away but you will eventually…subside…
Maybe I’m just overthinking things through…
Maybe I’m getting over you…forgiving you…
Maybe I’m just sinking through the cracks of the sand
Maybe I just need a hand to hold and an ear to understand
Don’t hold on to me if you want to let go, let go
Don’t let your coldness overtake my warmth once more
Don’t let your boldness mix with my own flow
Cuz I don’t want to let go; but eventually, I’ll soar…
I may be too much to bare sometimes
I may be a lullaby with too many rhymes
I may be on my own but you will never know what it feels to be happy
I may be a runaway fool, but at least I don’t make others feel absolutely crappy
No one knows rain like I do,
Blood blinds no brains like mine.
As existence fades not to desire,
And mine’s done doing in dull decline.
Confusion replaces all intellect,
All veins, just tunnels to hell.
Why then does it carry life,
And pulse like color in a shell?
What’s belief if thought is first?
All hearts get cast away…
And strangers overtake the mind,
And it’s there to always stay.
Flesh is rust on metal,
Proving who is here…
I can be the clouds today,
If a raindrop was a tear…
When storm clouds gather
overshadow the sun
and darkness overwhelms
has me on the run
I look on you as the lodestone
to a sense of calm serenity
see you as a compass of my own
to a place of quiet tranquility
when hard times follow
in the wake left behind
and troubles overtake
only to remind
in a yearning world
with all its sadness
and is out of joint
on a burning world
in all its madness
you are the still point
river,
flow by my feet~
as waters of my mind
do overtake and wet the page
and droplets step-dance to create, backstage.
for manufactured, processed verse
could never pulse with life,
the rhythm of a
river.
[On AI]
Blessed be the Lord God Almighty,
Who delivereth His generals from the snares of the enemy.
In their great fall, He forsook them not,
But upheld them with His hand and called them once more.
He is the Shepherd who leaves not His own,
The Watchman who allows no harm to overtake His chosen.
Blessed be His Word;
Wise are all His precepts.
O marvelous King, full of mercy and power,
Thou rememberest the fallen and restorest the righteous.
For though the righteous fall, yet shall they rise again,
Because Thy love endureth forever.
Thank Thee, O Lord, for Thy everlasting kindness.
All glory be unto Thee
Who was, and is to come.
Amen.
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