Monday, December 22, 2014
prayer
prayer
may come some day
when you understand
that in His hand
you fall and stand
and by His hand
lovingly are broken
in brokenland
copyright 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
the bag lady
with the treasures she found in the alley
she wobbles down the street
through the holes in her shoes
you can see her callused feet
her hair is all matted and tangled
she's covered with rags and bags
her shopping done from the garbage
placed in a cart that she drags
no one knows what her eyes have seen
no one knows the thoughts she entertains
no one knows the dreams she's forsaken
or the dreams she still maintains
i pray to the Lord that made me
to comfort the poor bag lady
may riches fill her bags
and good clothing replace her rags
of late no one has seen her
some say that she passed away
with the streets as her only home
she has nowhere else to stay
her mumbling no longer heard
the sight of her no longer seen
the streets are missing someone
that's found in nobody's dream
it's easy for us to forget
things we haven't seen to remember
how she suffered in the cold of winter
how she felt Christmas day in december
i pray to the Lord that made me
to comfort the poor bag lady
in heaven may riches fill her bags
and a white radiant rob exchanged for her rags
copyright 1983
you the wealthy
you
the wealthy
the well to do
this is your world
it belongs to you
i'm a poor stranger
just passing through
you
the wealthy
the well to do
my Lord and Saviour
is hated by you
and because i follow Him only
and seek that which is true
and abide in His word
you have hate for me too
you don't want me in your church
or to be friends with you
you
the wealthy
the well to do
this is your world
it belongs to you
my home is in heaven
and heaven is not for you
heaven is a place for those
who - God's - will - do
dedicated to the founding paster
and congregation at the village church
hampden balto. md.
copyright 2011
Monday, December 1, 2014
fair face
fair face
sweet smile
warm words
make me
so sad
all alone
deep down
hurting heart
wanting weeps
copyright 2014
isolated inside of these walls
isolated inside of these walls
from outside i can hear concerned calls
lost in the cries from deep down inside
the child that never lived the man that died
painful memories that stab like a knife
emotional scares that cripple for life
last time i held her she wouldn't let go
as if she knew something she wanted me to know
with tears in her eyes she pleaded for me to stay
i left her alone and she passed quietly away
how was i to know i'd never see her again
how was i to know that her life would end
and if sometime you see me passing by
just leave me alone don't even say high
i've hurt everyone that tried to help me
i don't want any help i just want to be free
free from the memories that drive me insane
free from this life that means nothing but pain
i have this hole in my heart
and it's tearing me apart
copyright 1994
if death were never
if death were never
and love forever
you and i would be
in a place where love flowers
and grows by the hours
in eternity
if God were to allow
one moment for us now
to embrace and kiss
all of eternity stilled
couldn't be emptied or filled
into that one moment of bliss
and if you can't be
here with me
i'll pray to the Lord to take me home
to that heavenly place
where i can see your face
where the other angels roam
copyright 1989
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
leadership
leadership in the church ?
leaders in the so called church
hear this warning from the Word
leaders appear once and once only
in the new testament gospels
look it up and listen and learn
repent of your error and your evil
you are blind and in need of sight
in leading you have led others astray
pray for forgiveness and understanding
flee from the followers of men
flee to the only Head of the church
Jesus Christ our Lord
copyright 2014
this disease
this disease destroying me with death
i feel my functions faltering
sickness replacing my strength
invaded by nausea so intense
motion moves me to such misery
may God have the glory in His grace
making me glad in my Maker
copyright 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
having been warned
having been
warned in the Word
about worldly sorrow
that destroys in death
i gladly suffer
Godly sorrow
that leads to life
copyright 2014
all day
all day
sleeping
or nodding
away
all night
i lay
awake
waiting
for day
to break
and
everyday
painted
in various
shades
of grey
heart ache
and pain
all loss
no gain
and why
should i
not pray
that
today
would be
the
last day
for me
copyright 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
the words on the wall
the words on the wall the wisdom and sentiments
spoken in spray painted pigments
symbols and signs fragments and features
by philosophers poets prophets and preachers
artists of our age of anger and anxiety
escaping and defacing the mind mold of society
questions to an answer never received
quotes to answers never questioned or believed
drip dried words that weep and scream
awaken sleepers from their deluded dream
words that bleed written in blood from want and need
words that shout out loud anger against the crowd
pictures depicting the obscure and obscene
caricatures from the funny to the most mean
decipher and discern listen and learn
somewhere on that wall the last word you read
maybe the lasting word you need
and don't think it strange or odd
that it might a word from God
copyright 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
the rock
The Rock
Cold solid
Petrified matter
Thick density
Hard mass
Thoughtless
Lifeless
Unfeeling
Unmoving
Volume of weight
Lasting longer
Than the life of flesh
Standing monument
Testament of time
Crushing reminder
Of this short life
Remaining long
After rotting
Body and memory
Have been dead
Thousands of years
copyright 1990
Arthur Koestler
Arthur Koestler
Knowledgable
Original
Eclectic
Skeptic
Thinker
Literary
Explorer
Rebel
copyright 2012
Monday, October 27, 2014
you are
you are
a better person
than me by far
you the playwright
director and star
of your own
film fantasy
in which you
have cast me
as a horrible
hideous monstrosity
you made me feel
the part so well
by treating me
like a creature
from the depths
of hell
you cast yourself
as the sweet demure
pretty and pure
princess of peace
against me the big
bad ugly beast
to make me still
more sinister
you got a heretic
dishonest minister
and his village
congregation
to further insure
my condemnation
but the ending had
a miscalculated twist
you were not only beauty
you were the mad scientist
and the monster you made
of me you'll find
is the monster inside
of your own mind
copyright 2012
Thursday, October 16, 2014
all of my most
all of my most miserable life i have suffered from
a deep depression which would always seem to come
so suddenly upon me and cause such desperate despair
cast me down so low beyond all hope of cure or care
so entirely fill me with endless emptiness inside
lost in a void so vast i would think that i had died
so horribly heavy and dense the darkness in my soul
i would think myself forever falling in a fathomless hole
filled and overflowing with such sorrow and sadness
completely consumed in this nightmare near to madness
i could find no relief no release no exit nor escape from
this affliction which yet i some how have some hope to some day overcome
copyright 2009
cast me down so low beyond all hope of cure or care
so entirely fill me with endless emptiness inside
lost in a void so vast i would think that i had died
so horribly heavy and dense the darkness in my soul
i would think myself forever falling in a fathomless hole
filled and overflowing with such sorrow and sadness
completely consumed in this nightmare near to madness
i could find no relief no release no exit nor escape from
this affliction which yet i some how have some hope to some day overcome
copyright 2009
i unwanted
i unwanted awaited so patiently
for what i knew would never be
i have learned to live without love
for love will never come to me
with every breath
i long for death
but death comes not to me
yet i know that unlike love
which was never meant for me
death will soon enough be sent for me
will come for me
and comfort me
copyright 2009
Friday, October 10, 2014
the wealthy
the wealthy
can afford
to buy
the lie
the poor
have to
make do
with what
is true
copyright 2013
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
a picture
a
picture
of
the
m >
o
o
n >
up above
u & i
in love
and
reflected
in the
w t r
a e
a
picture
of
u & i
in love
the
m >
o
o
n >
up above
copyright 2012
i'm less
i'm less
than the dirt
under your feet
i'm less
than the dung
on the street
i'm less
than an atom
is small
i'm less than
nothing at all
copyright 2009
Monday, October 6, 2014
with open arms
with open arms
i welcome death
still my heart
and stop my breath
lay me down
in a bed of dirt
no more pain
and no more hurt
God transport me
to heaven above
into Your glory
light and love
copyright 2012
Friday, October 3, 2014
no one knows
no one knows
no one cares
and so it goes
dirt to dust
die i must
in obscurity
no one to
remember me
no one to
ever recall
for i was
nothing at all
copyright 2013
i would rather
i would
rather be
not me
but possibly
somebody
who has
had it easy
growing up
in money
never going
hungry
not knowing
misery
not beaten
terribly
nor abused
horribly
to be
somebody
who grew
up happy
who was
raised lovingly
i would
rather be
not me
copyright 2013
Monday, September 29, 2014
i do not feel the loss
i do not feel the loss of
that which i did not love
i can not expect to miss
your lips i did not kiss
i have no memory of
you giving me your love
it's easy to let fade
that which i never made
it's easy to let go
of that which i did not know
knowing you never knew
knowing me loving you
knowing i will never be
known in you memory
copyright 2012
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
you who
you who
never knew
poverty
or what it's
like to be
hungry
to have holes
in your shoes
in the rain
or the pain
of children
at school
being cruel
making fun
of you
for making do
with clothes
that were too
small for you
that have
a hole or two
or that are worn
and maybe torn
hand me downs
that made
the rounds
you who
never knew
what it's like to
have parents who
never loved you
who didn't care
who were
never there
for you
to turn to
who
would beat you
and treat you
like thrash
call you names
and tell you
to hell with you
and say to you
would be glad to
have never had you
you who
never knew
who could tell you
about the hell you
never knew
that i had to
live through
you who
have no
empathy
or sympathy
you only
despise me
criticize me
and hate me
yet i pray
for you
because
the day for you
is ahead of you
and hopefully
not dead to you
copyright 2009
let die
let die
sinful i
let there be
less of me
let depart
my evil heart
let go
all i know
let me learn
to discern
God's will
to fulfill
God's way
to obey
may i cease
and God increase
this I pray
everyday
copyright 2009
Friday, September 12, 2014
free ad
a free ad for Guinness
tis the taste full
of the mystical lyrical
magical musical
extremely exceptional
deepness darkness
richness fullness
greatness of Guinness
copyright 1991
originally written for
win a pub in Ireland contest
sponsored by Guinness
suddenly the night
suddenly the night
was lit up like daylight
a great crack across the sky sounded
echoed and rebounded
sonic boom a blinding flash
rumbling and an enormous crash
the ground shook and structures fell
a burning heat released from hell
we were of one will and one mind
we chose to be deaf dumb and blind
from God we turned to our sin
and thought without Him to win
a war that was to chastise
our foolish ways we thought wise
now here lies our humanistic humanity
that thought to believe in God to be
nothing more than insanity
copyright 2012
the moon
the moon most shinny brightly lighting the darkly nighting
shimmering silvery on wavery watering of salty sea
shipping ship full of shipmate sailors singing sea shanties
sailing with sails so full and sail fully across the starry sea
waves washing starry starfish onto sandy sands of the shore so surely
mermaid with swishy fishy tail singing a song of sorrow so sorrowfully
foggy fog over boggy bog so doggedly
trickery troll trampling along leggedly in forest be
fluttering fairy full of laughing flying so skywardly
lovely lady in waiting waiting for a noble knightly laddy love to see
dumpy dwarf with lumpy sack on humpy back triumphantly
dancing prancing down dell so delightfully
hobbling hob goblin is trodding and wobbling
down high hilly path to low lilly valley to cave unseenery
the tick tocking of the clock in the tall leafery full of a tree
both shorter and longer hands pointed so precisely
over his nunberly clockish face at twelvery
tis middle night in fair fairyland so fair to see and so rare to see
for merely mere mortals are asleep and sleeping be
and cannot see fair fairyland except in dreams most dreamily
copyright 1989
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