The Coming Dawn.

Why does a man, give up the fight?
Why do people, run from the battle?
Do you not know, we cannot lose?
Go ahead, lay down your swords,
And forget who you’re fighting for,
In this time, of utter most need,
You can’t abandon your post,
You can’t give up hope,
You cannot lose sight, of the prize,
Because, though we fight through the night,
The coming dawn, is the coming victory.

If You Spin.

Spinning around me,
Are the stars, that stain the night,
With streaming light, spin.

He loves You.

Little lamb, new to it all,
You came home to your Dad, and he loved, loves you,
All your darkness, whisked off your back,
So much better did you feel,
But,
Then came along the doubt,
Am I forgiven?
Does Daddy really love me?
I’m not worth anything to Him,
I’ve sinned too much to deserve his love,
Hopeless sinking, deep in your chest,
You think you are hopeless,
You are hopeless, whispers a voice,

You have forgotten, all he did,

I weep tears for your lost heart,
Your Daddy weeps more than any one, he is the one who loves you most,
You have slapped him in the face, and
Screamed, I hate you!
I hate you so much!
You ran away, into the night, your hair streaming, and our tears,
We shoot arrows on your behalf, fighting for your soul,
Against the dark powers of this age,
We will seek you, until we find you,
Because God loves you, and he gave us,
His love,
For you.

Paper.

Masterpiece of a lifetime,
Blank paper, stare at me, I stare at you,
Soon to be, my work of grace,
What could you be, what could I think?
Never, will we know the potential,
Of blank paper.

Pile in a Room.

Burn down to the floor,
And smolder there, as I will watch passively,
My hand of His power, stretched towards a black stack of crusty dust,
Crumble!
Before I finish the word, it lays down to die,
Giving up its futile struggle, impossible to survive in the room,
The room is bare of all possessions, with bare brown walls,
And dim lights, that reveal portions of the shaded wall,
Once again,
The smoking pile, attracts the attention of my eye,
It looks dead,
That’s the mistake that the others made,
As I strike it again, it rears up, and says,
Don’t kill me, I am the secret to happiness,
I am your happiness,
I screamed back,
I hate your ways,
Addicted, Dirty, crusted with death pile,
Be gone from His room,
I struck again,
And killed it.

Swiss Cheese Heart.

Oh my soul, it aches,
Conscience dead, sore head,
Swiss cheese heart, see the other side of life,
Through my heart, are dark shadows cast,
Old band aid heart, they come and go,
I always tear them off, it hurts,
But not as much as the holes,
In my heart, my
Swiss cheese heart.

Where Earth and Heaven Meet.

Endless staircase to heaven, when do you end?
Into the clouds, I tramp, with sweat dripping on my brow, and,
A determination, to beat my body’s will into submission,
Tall giants surround us, but we are not afraid,
I reached the tip, and won, almost, only halfway am I,
Peering out over his land, I am over the world,
My eyes stare into sky, and amaze at the beauty, wide eyed stare,
Outstretched are the fingers of life, that encompass the earth,
Little lakes and streams, all running across the green,
Like an artist’s blue paint dripping across his canvas,
Nothing surrounds me, and I see all,
I am over the world.

Love Life Hate Living.

Man, his blank stare scares, me,
So much are the lies, in front of his eyes,
He can’t see, even evident truth,
All his princes hold him back, from the prize
Tightening grasp, claws all digging in to his back,
Not letting go, are his princes,
Invisible wall, shielding his eyes from the light,
He bows in pain, in addiction, to his gods,
How much does he hate his gods, enough to let go,
But he loves them much, he can’t not,
Love hate life living.

This.

Walk into a new world,
Deep, endless black, speckled with lights,
Nothing is around me, except the night,
And the pines, which grace me their aroma of beauty,
Not one sound, to crack the silence,
I lay down onto the grass, and stare,
At the moon, glowing orb,
And amaze at the God, who created,
This.

Blank but Not.

I’m blank, a stare at the screen,
What to write, but these words?
They don’t mean much,
A small snack for your eyes,
A momentary smile, white showing,
Purse your lips, frown at the fool,
Flood of thoughts, passing through my head,
Too many, to write about,
A fuzzy white screen, each white dot is a thought,
I need to speak, and spill out my thoughts,
Roiling concepts, and boiling ideas,
I ponder them, and stare at my screen,
Now speckled with black,
One thought has been written down,
Many more to pass,
I’m blank.

Life and I. (Edit)

Man is my name
And Life, my friend
And I played a game
Searching for Meaning in his house,
Meaning meaning meaning who we could never seem to find
And His meaning Life’s,
Life and I fool around in his house taking our sweet time
While seeking Meaning,
 Our justification for procrastination came from,
Allday who’s my friend as well--
He told us we have many hours to spare until the search need be began,

All of us buds, spilling out the times like slopping sloshing wine from our glasses,
Which were being emptied endlessly by our thirsting throats and hearts
We desired the highest passion--
What we fancy we will style,
After drinking our fill we went back to
The nonchalant search, where could he be? He meaning Meaning,
Meaning is use, Meaning is truth,
Little did we realize of Allday's lies, 
Time had run out on Life and I--and
At the last second
Allday the scoundrel stole away my Life
After that day I shed many a tear wishing for things to be different--

And after I lost my Life I could not find Meaning
If only someone told where Meaning was  hiding
If only someone cared to rescue me
Life and I would have it.

Inevitable

You stand there, looking like, for trouble,
Brisk walk to my face, tell me off,
Do you not like what I’m saying?
Let me say it again,
You don’t understand yet, and maybe never will,
Aggravating the dark, is what I like,
Bring your best, send your worst,
War will come, death will happen,
Tear and blood will spill over, onto the land,
His eternal fire will wipe it all away,
Inevitable.

Spin that Wheel!

Little teen spiel, spin, spin that wheel!
Play some more, chill some more,
Talk back some more, rolliepollieeyes,
Live it high, live it fast,
Speed time, spin, spin that wheel!
Notimeforyou, only me,
Whine your way, through the streets,
Lies, slander, anger and hate,
Easily provoked, easily popped,
Speaking whatever, sputtering lips,
So many words to say, spin, spin that wheel!
Blow up in my face, spit out those words,
I’ll knock you down, back into your seat,
Where you belong, sitting quiet,
You’re only respected for what you do,
And you haven’t done anything,
Nothing with your life,
Stop spinning that wheel,
Live for God,
And stop saying you love him,
If you don’t.

Beads, Ahead, and Others.

Strapping thrown over, stuck in place,
Lifting up the sack, that holds life of work,
Tightening against his skin, as he bends to lift a rock,
Sweat drips into his eyes, and onto his plot, where he slaves,
Dirt in his fingernails, and dark smudges across his face,
Salty drips, create little clean trails, down his forehead,
All of nature is ruthlessly beating, until the sun starts its sinking,
Tramping trudge, thumping back,
He opens the creaky screen, and lays down weary head,
Rest for his beat body, sleep for his sun dazed eyes,
And for tomorrow.

Thoughts turned to Poetry.

As a Father, that speaks to his son,
Will I speak to you, blessed, blessed one,
Ever so gently, yet, tinged cautioning tones,


Little boys, and little girls,
Little toys, and little twirls,
So little cares, and so little lives,
So little tares, and so little dives,
Big heart, of thought,
Big smile, of joy,
You, the old boy of life,
Might say the smile, is one of not knowing pain, the pain of life,
Uncorrupted clean face, drips small tears,
That I wipe away with my finger,
Wipe away their tears, all in pain, all crying, weeping,
Clutched hands, full of anger, why this?
Small babe, grow up and get scars,
Numb to this world, and it’s traps,
Tragic loss happens, and broken people kill, are killed,

Learn about me, so you won’t die,
I don’t want to you to die,
Why would I create you just to die?
Why would I abandon you to certain fate?
I will take away your needless tears,
Helpless tears, that flow due to hurt,
Listen to me,
I love you.

Hard, Broken, Saved.

Fragile life, tipping it will kill,
Tragic life, loss that breaks,
Cliff life, step towards the fall,
You stumbled, tripped by the dark,
We are carrying you, with all our hands,
All crying out, for your life,
Sweating, working, hoping, knowing,
You will be saved, safe,
Healing life, bring you back,
Death will not take you, nor will the dark,
You will rise, from your bed, and declare,
I have been saved from death, torn from strongman’s grasp,
Sweat soaked sheets, and a dim lit room,
He broke me loose, and now I rise,
Weeping and tears, products of broken living,
Pain and twisted faces, separation from your creator,
His death saved us, his love saves,
Saves all of us.