To follow these chronologically, read from top to bottom.
Destined for the High Seas
The High Seas roll and tumble
They bulge and boil
Then fall and crush.
The High Seas have called my name
They have beckoned me away from the dry docks,
Surrounded by safety and solid ground,
Then whispered of adventures so sweetly in my ear.
The High Seas have taken me from my home
They have lead me to far away lands
Then left me to my own understanding.
The High Seas have flipped my vessel,
Time and time again,
They have taught me many lessons
Then gave me the understanding of many worlds.
The High Sea is where my vessel has been destined
They have weathered me and made me sturdy
Then designed me to save those made of a less fortunate substance.
I will do so with all my heart;
With this passion I will finish,
Because it gave me my start.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Night Sky
It’s the end of the day
Colorful canvas removed far away
Black backdrop set between
Ourselves and our King
Pin pricks push intensely through
Darkness we all believe true
But the ruler of the night
Keeps them in flight
Ever spinning through the heavens
Never bringing us delight
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Soul’s Condition
To glimpse the soul’s condition
You must have an eye for that which sees
To understand the soul’s condition
You must have an ear for that which speaks
And a heart for that which feels
To affect the soul’s condition
You must have a Word for that which hears
And in all this,
Know that God is a jealous God
And His glory will not be misplaced!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Forgiven
I fall to my hands and knees, trembling before her. Each breath comes deep and heavy and her feet blur as my eyes glaze with tears.
“For–?” is all that blurts out of my throat. Everything within me seems to melt and curdle simultaneously and a large portion lodges itself in my esophagus, refusing to continue it’s path. My next attempt at articulation manifests as nothing but blubbering.
I want her to know what I have done, I want her to know why. How could she forgive so easily?
She touches my shoulder with her hand and I raise my gaze to interlock with her steady brown eyes. Tears flow down her face. She is so beautiful, I thought. This cannot be.
Doubt flies vehemently through my mind. If she truly knew she would never forgive me! If she finds the darkness of my life later, she will turn her face from me. This simply cannot be. I must tell her now!
“But you don’t understand, you must know what–” I blurt out.
“No.” I stop immediately, authority and strength resound in her voice. “I mustn’t. What has been done is already forgotten and beyond the recall of my memory…” Then her voice softens as she says, “I love you. I have forgiven you.”
She smiles, and gently lays my head on her bosom. I melt into her and we hold one another tightly. Drying my wetted face with her sleeve, she begins to giggle. I feel it in her chest and it gives me strength. Welling up in me, I find no need to suppress it; a burst of laughter projects from my lips. Then her own. And mine again. Joy becomes the rolling vibrations we throw into the air and gives us strength.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Preserving Purity and a Principle of Equity
This pure and perfect principle of equity is paramount in penetrating the perverse pride and prurient provocation of the palpably depraved perception panning this present population. People place their own persons in pitiful positions of poverty yet perspiring with performances of power; per se, by the poor perspectives they perpetrate, promoting their own perdition. The depraved are permitted to pass, pursuing their cupidity for a piece of putrescence, while pleasantly and permissibly, the pedestrians let them pass, proceeding with the impression that their own suppositions have not been perforated aplenty—profusely pouring out the hearts puce palpitation. In this presence, the righteous man pleads for peril in his own house and pandemonium over his expanse. Pillars in our property must persist to grapple the depraved, providing Providence prefers, so that simpler people will also persevere to play a part as purgers of this present impetuous dissipation. Nevertheless, pray that we protect ourselves by pursuing all other paths precluding that of personal reproof through persecution, sadism and outright war.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Day of Days
Oh Lord, have patience with me please
I’m learning, but not with greatest ease
As a fumbling child’s first few steps
You guide me with Your arms erect
Your finger stays my terrified grip
Excitement comes like the crack of a whip:
Your revelations have opened my eyes
Each step, discoveries to my surprise
I hear Your voice whisper in my ear
A sensation! I tremble, but without fear
My steps they come more easily now,
My God, I think I’ve got it down!
Releasing my hands from where they stayed
My face hits the ground. I am betrayed!
But no, You say, fix your gaze on me
For you, O man, know not what you see
Forgiveness and Mercy Lord! I cry out again
However, before I finish He has pulled me in
He lifts me up into His arms
And cradles me far from harm
I praise His Name and He blesses mine
He lays me down our hands intertwine
Sung to sleep my spirit beams
It dances with Him in my dreams
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Forcing
Whenever I force:
I’m driven off course
And God never see things my way.
So I’ll stay the course
Let the seas force
And let God reign over my days.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Weaving Through Testing Waters
The Spiritual view is slipping away
My mind toward flesh pulls at the fray
Please God hear me, I need Your help
Drowning underwater, tangled in kelp
My ship awaits me sturdy and true
But lost to the crew, I’m losing You
Patience, patience, You calm me down
Depend on me and you will not drown
Realize now I must remove all doubt
Surge the edge, allow it no more clout
Understand it I may not
But I know what I believe
In Spirit, Son and true God
Founded in the fabrics weave
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gasworks
Scintillating sun off the water’s surface;
Squinting, some can sight the silence of Seattle.
Slowly slithering down the side
Satisfied souls sit, squandering this second hour.
Noisy insects swarm the openness, if you can see,
If not, stay your blindness and blissfully enjoy the silent scenery.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Beautiful Morning
Here I sleep, eyes open wide
My soul You’ll keep, in You I confide
The night drones on, awake I stay
My eyes rest upon, the cheek ’til day
I dream of hopes, one morning true
Down green slopes, I’ll run to You
When trumpets sound, then Your voice
I’ll turn around, and with all, rejoice!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Content
I am content with Christ, alas!
Nothing more is needed
For time to blissfully pass
My flesh has finally conceded
I am content with Christ, alas!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Untitled… Unfinished…
…
Fleshy secrets stopped, form a pool in the night
Stagnant, it turns foul, kept for short lived delights
Partitioned, alone, it seems a harmless threat
Unknown to it’s Keeper, it’s working up debt
Through the thick substance, a gaseous air rises
Decrepit head emerges and Keeper it surprises
Death within death, it has spawned of itself
Horror on horror yet it feeds Keeper’s self
Run, Keeper, run! Run with all your might
From this evil thing take immediate flight
But the sight of his eyes seems terribly blinded
Hindsight soon, his Spirit, he should’ve minded
…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Flishminoad” or “Subtle Reproof”
The music plays,
unraveling the ball in my chest,
sending the strings swirling about me, even now.
The Spirit moves,
giving me the “God-shakes”,
beautiful vibrato,
smiling inside-out.
The food dances,
and hell,
even when it doesn’t,
it’s there right?
The massage presses,
euphoria,
pins of pleasure caressing my head,
neck and shoulders.
The words speak,
a tangibility to my soul,
a bit to bite for the pain,
a body to rub,
an expression of love,
truth.
I receive, I covet, I take, but do I care?
The room is empty.
I check again, still no one, nothing.
Empty and placid.
“I know. I really do, I know!”
“Then why?”
“I only care when you do!”
“I always care. Don’t you see that?”
I see. I see a lot of things.
“Land, ahoy!”
“Finally sir! Captain, we’ve finally made it!”
“Turn around.”
“What sir?”
“Turn the ship around.”
“But sir?…”
The light of day has passed away,
Taken from the captain’s stay,
And given to another one,
One who’s worthy holding the Sun.
“Look sir.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s following us, sir.”
“No.”
“What sir?”
“No, it isn’t.”
Slicing through the still steaming bread, his mind reflects on the work accomplished in so wonderful a gift. She will certainly love it, He thinks.
(“Love? This has nothing to do with love… I’m a loving person.”)
It hurts so badly, but I know it’s for the better.
My soul soaks it in. Part of me still hates her
Cleave it from my flesh, it does not belong!
I do not want it!… But it makes you so strong.
I see. I see a lot of things. I see the truth.
It resonates. That’s how I know.
That’s why it hurts.
Do as you will. I am yours.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wrenched
From nowhere and everywhere a wrench is dropped,
And for the slightest measurement of time all is stopped.
Then, in the slowest motion, time turns and sparks begin to fly.
My flesh still frozen, with my spirit as well, caught in rapture.
Even amidst impending doom, I tilt my head and ponder, why?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Justified Distractions
Passion drowned in hate.
Apathy. A cry to abate.
Either that, or fulfill it now
By his hand he will somehow.
Break him, so that he might see
Again, what you made him to be.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Reactions to the Observations of a Couple’s Faction
What is this desire, emanating from my chest?
To be close to another, to hold and to discover.
Reaching out to wrest all of me, to the air surrounding,
It yearns and longs for someone to come round me;
With their arms, so gentle and sure,
Congruent feelings, revealing and reveling in a melody of our own
Then to harmony, and the invisible creating an orchestra unknown
To all, save us. Shaking the world around us, until it falls apart.
Following simply, we are left with music of creation,
Gifted and bestowed upon us by the King of the highest nation.
Such beauty sifted by Him alone,
Can avowal my poor love condoned.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In to Ex
In.
So deep and pure,
His first indeed,
No need for cure.
Out.
Sustained for long,
The last he took,
Unto earth’s throng.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Manifest Feeling?
Just say it
Get it out
Let it fly
Hit the fan
(Or soar on high)
Then,
Let it lie
Or, continue as is:
Hope found in dread
Fear of the unsaid
Confirming imaginations
Wrapping up in your head
Is this the focus anyhow?
Discourse of awkward rejection
Desires leaving me perplexed
Turning pure motives bereft
We push for what we want,
But is it true? Is it real?
We receive and are satisfied:
My life was made for this, I say.
Or did I make this for my life?
Are these desires symptoms,
Of a more mysterious cause?
No time for the thought,
Of course. Everyone wants it.
No time for the wisdom of pause.
Just say it
Get it out
Let it fly
Hit the fan
(Or soar on high)
Then,
Let it lie
And…
Let it die.
Because as soon as it’s dead
Our eyes will be opened,
Our ears will hear the unsaid,
And our hearts will know
The truth that resonates
In perfect harmony with all creation;
With everything that is true, right and honorable;
With all the beauty and all the glory,
Of all creation and the sons and daughters of God,
Our hearts will be in constant fellowship.
If,
We let it die.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Thorny Sides
A sucking leech
A vampire bat
Letting out a screech
Life reels, I fall flat.
Pick it up
Move on
See clear;
It’s there
You know,
One day
You’ll hear
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Just Reflecting…
Oh, how perspectives do change;
Oh, how repentance makes
the words of the wise: deception;
and the words of the fool: true life.
The wise; the fool
and the fool; the wise
Oh, how perspectives do change
when: opened, are one’s eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A Cerebral Silhouette
A cerebral silhouette stands against the sky,
Who made it’s arms to grow so perfectly awry?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A Visit
With one candle, sit down.
The voices of the dead surround:
Urging advice, singing praise,
Humming songs as long as many days.
Remember, please, where we were
Remember what the Choice incurs
A final flash, now a wisp of smoke
The candle is out, the voices choke
One last message drifts through the air
While you’re gone, we won’t despair
But come back soon with more fresh air.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Welcome
Through the clouds, I’m stepping down;
Tilting my head back, I fall into them slightly.
My feet continue on a gentle cycle
As I watch the White whirl and twirl joyfully
In the wake of my path.
They playfully pinch. Tingles roll like a wave up my back,
The crest folding at my neck, into a blissful massage–
Cue that I’m reaching the soft ceiling of our world.
I give a final push towards those behind me,
They propel my weightless body forward in their response
Sending me head first into the clear, bright air.
A Wisp of White trails behind me into this realm,
Waving kindly goodbye, eager for the next ascension.
Drifting closer to the ground, I perform two simple flips,
To the entertainment of the air, delightfully assisting in a third.
In my attempt to make the third a greater feat,
I awkwardly end with a flop, sitting stationary in the sky.
Seizing the moment, I perform four ridiculously garish bows
First facing North, then East, South, and West.
Creation responds in joyous laughter:
To the North, the Greatest Mountains rumble
With their roots stretching around to create
The bowl in which my Garden now peacefully rests
To the East, the Thick Forest creaks gutturally
Full of fat bellied trunks and strong, thick bows.
To the South, lies the Gate with my aids and company,
They clap and shout at my quickly concocted joke.
And to the West, the Ocean roars and rolls,
Acknowledging my return.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The End…
The battlefield is cold, rugged and vast.
My mind flashes pictures from the past,
Not here again, not again, Lord. I can’t!
Surveying the waste, my fellows are scant.
Its not their fault their not with me now,
I made myself alone. Got to get out somehow.
Oh God, it’s too late! Over the nearest hill,
They pour by the thousands, desperate to kill.
I make up incantations from the Word of Life,
Hoping they’ll save me from the coming strife.
Failure, failure, failure! Nothing will ever work!
Screaming, I box the air, keeping my spirit from berserk.
Now skirmishers appear annoyingly at my feet
Pulling me down, making my pleasure my defeat.
Weakly, I resist. Then falling to my knees,
I sob aloud, Where are You God?… please.
The onslaught overwhelms me, shredding my skin
Where have You gone, oh Lord?
And He answers me swiftly,
Where have you been?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That Terrible Feeling
The anger deep inside my chest makes breathing rather hard
A simple task in this moment is raised to an unbearable standard
Patience runs so terribly low and the stress is through the roof
In times like this unfortunately, disappearance should be a truth.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
You Are…
You are pure, as thousands of lilies in a broad field, where no foot has ever been laid.
You have been freed from the history of darkness, even this present darkness, and you have been claimed by the Light.
As long as you look to the Light you brighten, but if you turn away, the Light in your heart will forget it’s source, losing it’s joy and fading away, into the darkness it once knew.
Nevertheless, cry out dear sister! Cry out loudly and the Light will come! He will come into the darkness and find you; wherever you are, there will be light.
When the Light comes, you may not like what you see, because the darkness can do evil things when you are blinded by it’s lies.
Nevertheless, the Light in you will brighten and all else will burn away and be, once again, as pure as the lilies you once knew (which you will know again!) when you turn to the Light.
You are a daughter of Light, a ruler of nations and a priest before the Great Light over all things, past, present and future.
He has invited you into His kingdom and has given you a purpose and an abundant life, do not let the lies of darkness steal this from you, you are not theirs to claim. Shrug them off and focus forward, to the Light, that He might shine in you.
He has made you beautiful beyond description, as thousands of unblemished lilies in a field of Light.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
How Quickly We Forget
How quickly we forget.
How quickly we leave it.
One blissful moment of peace,
The next, chaos will not cease.
One part knows and falls desperately after,
One part knows and stands defiantly faster.
In death there is Life, in life there is death.
In death there is pain, in life there is pleasure.
In pain there is growth, in pleasure there is lust.
In growth there is Life, in lust there is death.
One sees potential in His glory, which is other’s abundant life.
One sees potential in his glory, which is other’s pain-filled strife.
In service there is less, in the lording there is more.
In less there is sacrifice, in more there is pride.
In sacrifice there is love, in pride there is idol.
In love there is Life, in idol there is death.
One blissful moment of peace,
The next, chaos will not cease.
How quickly we forget.
How quickly leave it.
