Listen...
The night seems paused,
Like the hunter downwind its happless prey;
A silence crouched in a quiet.
It lend to itself a stealth that in these shadows lay,
We may be better off to follow its lead.
Let us duck beyond the reed,
Let the gentle brook bicker over us,
And lend our tongues to monastic solitudes,
And vows of silence,
And speak not till nature finds herself
A newer cause,
Or the dawn vanquishes the need.
And the cock crows,
Midst the hollow stems and lovage weed.
Ah, the life of a cut-purse—
Ere such audition e'er dreamt the need rehearse.
"Life accompanies error,"
And we are full of its merry bliss
How ere it come to this?
A frog atop its lily
Staring at us, so silly.
By so late an hour,
Clowns before rogues—
"And all wet."
The clever night has made us its jest
Let us retreat from fen to den:
A warm hearth and dry clothes,
And conceal our conciet,
For ere the wind of rumor blows
And give nock to doors and wake windows,
Inviting eyes to spy our predicament,
And see where our path lent tself
To such wasteful end
Tiptoe through the house
Breath slow and shallow
Pry open the bedroom door
Trickling light escaping in a narrow line
Enter the overwhelming emptiness
Pocket all possessions
Thieve what is yours but belongs to others
Retrace your steps
Backing out of the quiet house
Leave no footprints,
No clues —
Only the consequences to your actions.
A small bug walks just like a thief,
It does not know pain, it does not know grief.
It does not ask, “Why am I here?”
It lives its life without a fear.
The bug runs when the light is strong,
But it forgets—it moves alone.
It does not think of life or death,
It only feels the light, the breath.
But I have thoughts inside my mind,
Of things I lost, of time and time.
I ask too much, I feel too deep,
Even fear comes into sleep.
The bug is free—it lives, then ends,
No dreams, no past, no need to pretend.
But I carry all I know,
And that makes my life feel slow.
Maybe the bug is closer to peace,
It lives, it dies, and all will cease.
But I, who think and dream and try,
Fear to live—and fear to die.
I lay awake as your hands haunt me,
In my mind everytime I close my eyes;
Every happy thought is tainted,
By the way I cannot move on,
From the departure of myself,
As you took me from me;
Now every time I close my eyes I'm haunted,
Ghosts intrude upon the life you took from me.
You Thief
you thief
who stole my
simple dreams and
hopes
and dashed them
to pieces on the floor of our lives
while I watched
helpless in my efforts
to save them
you stole a piece of
my life and
ran away a
thief in the night
who kept looking over
his shoulder to see
if he’s been caught
the difference here
is this thief has
no profit
because we both
end up
empty handed
Pat~for~kjm
April 12, 1986
In a Twinkle of an eye.. a split moment
Disappearance across the land
When eyes look... makes you think
It will happen... Fast...
Prepare your way... each second
Could be the last...
In a Twinkle of an eye...
When Time is Right...
Our Lord Will come
Like a Theif in the Night
Jesus Will come... Fast and Quick
No one knows of that day
Our Father picks...
In a Twinkle of an eye
Our Lord's Glorious appearing
We that are with Christ.. Shall disappear
Looking Forward.. with-out Fear
Every Believer... Woman, Child and Man
For on that day... We go to be with Him...
For on the Glourious day
Our Savior... Takes us away
Come to Jesus
While You still have time...
Theif at His Best...
I had settled for less but now I want more.
I have now gone just out right, just out right over board.
I have my maps, pencils, and paper.
I got my clocks I have my timers.
I’m timing the cameras and moving red laser’s.
I am keeping my eye’s on the moving satellites.
I have my time written down and everything planed just right.
Then on my marked night I go for my crown jewel of - delight.
When I got to my goal I forgot the biggest thing.
Now I’m writing up sketches to break out of prison.
Yes I should of settled for less..
I would not be in this ongoing mess.
But I keep going at my best.
Until my future interest is at my rest.
cw jackreed3...
VI. I don't know when the trumpet will sound. I don't know when Jesus shall return.
But I know that the Bible says He will come like a theif in the night.
CH. Like a theif in the night. He will come again. Upon a cloud all by and by. He'll wear a
crown upon His head. Like a theif in the night, that's what the Bible said.
VII. If you're a sinner, let me tell you this. Get saved today, don't wait too late. Like a
theif in the night, He'll come again. Like a theif in the night, I don't know when.
Seize the day for it will come.
For in your life may be only one.
You will feel the world all around.
Standing still on the ground.
This feeling is unlike none, any existence has known.
It comes form out side you and travels right to the bone.
Feeling so geed it's like a sin.
A feeling that gives you a permanent grin.
The body will tremble just like a wire.
Connected to a nuclear fire.
Excitement and tranquility washes over your ability.
Till it is seen the world's senility.
The sensation is gone as quick as it came.
Then the sole is left here, alone in the game.
We walk alone form this point on.
Warring and wondering were that feeling has gone.
You'r body will crave that feeling it's tasted.
Till time comes to meet you and you'r elated.
I'v made it to heaven, I'm exasperated.
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