From the silence of my solitude,
I bask in my self-imposed ignorance.
Comfortable with my limitations,
Content with my meager surroundings.
Misunderstood at every turn,
No efforts made to be informed.
Rumors and gossip pass as truth,
No chances given to explain.
Tolerance is now a one way street,
Traveled only by narrow minds.
Focused on a fixed agenda,
They can't see they're going the wrong way.
Meanwhile, sitting quietly in my garden,
The sun is shining on my face.
Muffled noises trickle in,
It's hard to tell what's going on.
Alas, apathy is but a toy knife,
Against the sharp sword of intolerance.
So I rise, and leave the comforts of home,
Knowing all too well, silence profits very little.
I add my voice, to so many others,
Making even louder, the call to repent.
Banding together, brothers and sisters,
Accomplishes more, than walking alone.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Like Never Before
Today I stand, and stare, and reflect,
On a place, whose time, has not come yet.
It's destination, no map can tell,
It's beauty, unimaginable.
No reason for daily obituaries,
Nor any place for a cemetery.
No hate to dread, nor darkness to fear,
Only light, and life, and love live there.
But, as beautiful as that place will be,
I mustn't lose sight, of the world around me.
Where our families grow farther and farther apart,
Afraid to let anyone, into their heart.
We don't leave, enough time to give,
In the present time, in which we live.
Our love grows colder, day by day,
With everyone going, their own way.
More wars, and rumors of even more wars,
Are just part of what we're heading for.
Designed to cast, a sense of anxiety,
On our already fragile, and paranoid society.
Like never before, we need to be in prayer,
And show our neighbors, that we really care.
For soon, like the grass, we will wither and die,
Time to make a difference, will have passed us by.
And while I long for my home, in the sweet by and by,
There are souls all around me, not yet prepared to die.
With much perseverance, I will strive to win them all,
My mission not complete, til I hear the trumpet call.
On a place, whose time, has not come yet.
It's destination, no map can tell,
It's beauty, unimaginable.
No reason for daily obituaries,
Nor any place for a cemetery.
No hate to dread, nor darkness to fear,
Only light, and life, and love live there.
But, as beautiful as that place will be,
I mustn't lose sight, of the world around me.
Where our families grow farther and farther apart,
Afraid to let anyone, into their heart.
We don't leave, enough time to give,
In the present time, in which we live.
Our love grows colder, day by day,
With everyone going, their own way.
More wars, and rumors of even more wars,
Are just part of what we're heading for.
Designed to cast, a sense of anxiety,
On our already fragile, and paranoid society.
Like never before, we need to be in prayer,
And show our neighbors, that we really care.
For soon, like the grass, we will wither and die,
Time to make a difference, will have passed us by.
And while I long for my home, in the sweet by and by,
There are souls all around me, not yet prepared to die.
With much perseverance, I will strive to win them all,
My mission not complete, til I hear the trumpet call.
Friday, August 3, 2012
My Reason (a poem for Carolyn)
To the love of my life,
You are my reason,
Besides Himself, God gave me all I have,
For you alone.
I have eyes,
To see you in the morning, when your hair is everywhere,
To watch you try on clothes, and give my two cents worth,
To stare at you in the store, like you’re the only one there,
To look at you in amazement, wondering why you would choose to be with me,
To study your features by the light of your cell phone, when we’re saying goodnight.
I have ears,
To hear you talk your baby talk, that melts my heart like chocolate,
To hear you say, “love love love”, which, to me, means so much more than ‘I love you’.
I have hands,
To hold your free hand, whenever we walk, anywhere,
To touch your face, and stroke your hair, just because,
To give you much needed hugs.
I have a mouth,
To kiss you whenever I want,
To eat your wonderful home cooking,
To tell you that I love you.
You are my reason,
Besides Himself, God gave me all I have,
For you alone.
I have eyes,
To see you in the morning, when your hair is everywhere,
To watch you try on clothes, and give my two cents worth,
To stare at you in the store, like you’re the only one there,
To look at you in amazement, wondering why you would choose to be with me,
To study your features by the light of your cell phone, when we’re saying goodnight.
I have ears,
To hear you talk your baby talk, that melts my heart like chocolate,
To hear you say, “love love love”, which, to me, means so much more than ‘I love you’.
I have hands,
To hold your free hand, whenever we walk, anywhere,
To touch your face, and stroke your hair, just because,
To give you much needed hugs.
I have a mouth,
To kiss you whenever I want,
To eat your wonderful home cooking,
To tell you that I love you.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Help
There are far too many nouns
Tearing society down
People, places, and things
Content to destroy.
No enemy of blood and flesh
To blame for such a mess
But evil hearts and minds
Living in darkness.
The day will come when men
Will welcome the end
But death will prevent them
The satisfaction.
Until that day arrives
We need to live our lives
Our help is on the way
And soon.
Midnight Monster
Evil showed up, one warm dark night,
Fully prepared to glorify his name.
He would show them what he was capable of,
Their lives would never be the same.
When twisted men do, what their kind will,
They can't just keep it to themselves.
Satisfaction comes, when innocent blood spills,
A desire surely born in the flames of Hell.
Like a lion, seeking a lamb to slay,
He lay in wait, til the perfect time came.
Mistakes can be made, in the light of day,
This monster chose midnight to play his game.
He walked in the front door, but not alone,
His demon was with him, pushing him on.
He entered the dark room, looking around,
Surveying the calm, before the storm.
When all felt right, he snuck outside,
To put on his mask, and gather his toys.
He opened the door, and threw the gas inside,
Then came the shooting, the screaming, the noise.
In a panic, some ran, and some tried to hide,
Others simply fell, and started to pray.
All around the room, the wounded ones cried,
Others were silent, having lived their last day.
As soon as he was done, the killer turned and fled,
Surprised that he had made it out alive.
When the horror was all over, a dozen people were dead,
And dozens more, still struggling to survive.
Police caught the coward, and took him away,
Doctors, and Coroners, did their jobs too.
Reporters and cameramen, earning their pay,
Woke us all up, with the grizzly news.
Our sense of security, is now all but gone,
Whether at night, or in the noon day sun.
But until we stand up, and show we're still strong,
The enemy has already won.
Fully prepared to glorify his name.
He would show them what he was capable of,
Their lives would never be the same.
When twisted men do, what their kind will,
They can't just keep it to themselves.
Satisfaction comes, when innocent blood spills,
A desire surely born in the flames of Hell.
Like a lion, seeking a lamb to slay,
He lay in wait, til the perfect time came.
Mistakes can be made, in the light of day,
This monster chose midnight to play his game.
He walked in the front door, but not alone,
His demon was with him, pushing him on.
He entered the dark room, looking around,
Surveying the calm, before the storm.
When all felt right, he snuck outside,
To put on his mask, and gather his toys.
He opened the door, and threw the gas inside,
Then came the shooting, the screaming, the noise.
In a panic, some ran, and some tried to hide,
Others simply fell, and started to pray.
All around the room, the wounded ones cried,
Others were silent, having lived their last day.
As soon as he was done, the killer turned and fled,
Surprised that he had made it out alive.
When the horror was all over, a dozen people were dead,
And dozens more, still struggling to survive.
Police caught the coward, and took him away,
Doctors, and Coroners, did their jobs too.
Reporters and cameramen, earning their pay,
Woke us all up, with the grizzly news.
Our sense of security, is now all but gone,
Whether at night, or in the noon day sun.
But until we stand up, and show we're still strong,
The enemy has already won.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Contemplation
My life is a tale, hard to tell,
So many people come and gone.
Some not here, by fate, or choice,
Others remain against their will.
Our lives are shaped, by good and evil,
Decisions made without a thought.
A puzzle containing many pieces,
With no pretty picture on the box.
My story would require a myriad of styles,
The tone changing, from one page to next.
Names would be changed, to protect the guilty,
And spare the innocent, the shame of youth.
Some events wouldn't make the printed page,
Too dark for some timid eyes to see.
Better left in the darkness, in the back of my mind,
Better known to just an unfortunate few.
Most of our thens are lamented, when viewed from our better now,
Every detail extensively mulled over, and over, and over.
We dream up scenarios, saying "if only, if only",
Not seeing the lessons learned through the tears.
Yesterday is fixed, no change can be made,
Tomorrow is a million miles away.
Today is right here, in front of our faces,
A new chapter, waiting to be written.
Our stories are fluid, one line affects the next,
Great care must be taken, when choosing each word.
A life lived by happenstance, is no life at all,
But a series of accidents, all hit and run.
Selfishness brings on loneliness and pain,
For not only us, but also those caught nearby.
A life lived for others, shines light through the rain,
And brings a happy ending, to a once sad story.
So many people come and gone.
Some not here, by fate, or choice,
Others remain against their will.
Our lives are shaped, by good and evil,
Decisions made without a thought.
A puzzle containing many pieces,
With no pretty picture on the box.
My story would require a myriad of styles,
The tone changing, from one page to next.
Names would be changed, to protect the guilty,
And spare the innocent, the shame of youth.
Some events wouldn't make the printed page,
Too dark for some timid eyes to see.
Better left in the darkness, in the back of my mind,
Better known to just an unfortunate few.
Most of our thens are lamented, when viewed from our better now,
Every detail extensively mulled over, and over, and over.
We dream up scenarios, saying "if only, if only",
Not seeing the lessons learned through the tears.
Yesterday is fixed, no change can be made,
Tomorrow is a million miles away.
Today is right here, in front of our faces,
A new chapter, waiting to be written.
Our stories are fluid, one line affects the next,
Great care must be taken, when choosing each word.
A life lived by happenstance, is no life at all,
But a series of accidents, all hit and run.
Selfishness brings on loneliness and pain,
For not only us, but also those caught nearby.
A life lived for others, shines light through the rain,
And brings a happy ending, to a once sad story.
Friday, July 6, 2012
New Life Struggle
Somber sonnets of cold, hard days,
Penned to elicit emotion,
Serve to free the pent up tears,
Caged inside for far too long.
Many a poet struggles much,
Searching, searching, every word,
Wanting so to reach perfection,
To place his heart upon the page.
The line is fine between the two,
The soft heart and logical mind,
Stripping one to clothe the other,
Slave is master, then master slave.
Giving, taking, trying, failing,
Starting over, again and again,
Getting ever closer, closer,
The dance goes on, into the night.
At last, peace, balance achieved,
A song of love, lost and found,
A rhythm pounding, off and on,
A new poem, lives, breathes, feels.
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