Rainy Mornings, Oh Rainy Mourning's

Rainy mornings and sunny afternoons, are like your life, with
A tang of guilt in your drink, spare a child,
Spare a dollar,
Win a soul, shoot an arrow,
Where are you going young man?
Think of a place to be, before you say,
Care of a boy,
Care of a man,
Cold shoots down your legs with icicle speed,
The only place to be, is in a coma, and when you’re a
Stopper of rubber, you can slow the progress of a killer blight,
Change when the son comes, and pour out tears of rain into beer,
When the night chill strikes,
Like a mosquito bite like a sudden death,
Are you and your morning mourning’s,
Spare the cup, and spare your life,
Rainy mourning’s and sunny afternoons.

Passing Beauty

A slow passing of a beauty, and the browning of spring’s leaves, it’s all
Changing into something of a wonder, with a slight calm, it’s that subliminal presence
That I’m so familiar with,
And it’s where I sleep into the morn,
While the dew slowly eases away from a kiss upon the grass, that shines in the dawn light,
Like a calm presence gracing my dreams,
And like a blanket of security draped over my head,
Oh, peaceful change that the dawn break brings.

I am, Nothing

Where does this dark end?
I can’t see light, nor can I pierce through to it,
No end to the suffering for me,
Sometimes, I think of what I could be,
And what we could be,
My life is fast passing, beautiful essence to faded counterfeit,
And then there’s you, perfect in the light,
A flawless face,
What am I?
Nothing.
I have nothing, and I have not the love, of your father,
I am nothing to you.

There is a Man

There is a man, who fights for the lives of many people,
Who defends them night and day, from the onslaught a roiling tide,
And he would rather die himself, than one of his own,
There is a man, who laid down himself, for the cause of a true Man,
Who gave up beautiful dreams, for the eternal light, and a forever dream,
He sweats over life, and grinds in the stone, to shape frameless children, into glorious paintings,
Glorious, Glorious, is the sight that he sees, a sight that only the Master could put into his mind’s eye,
His master knows, that this man, is a man, that will do what he must, he will do what he knows is right,
There is a man, who shows selfless love to loveless men, and gives truth and grace to the Godless,
And he will stop at nothing, to accomplish the greatest heights, and farthest distance,
For other people,
There is a man, who knows that every man can stumble, he is so very humble,
And can say he is wrong, when no man could,
There is a man, who dares to fight, against this present darkness, and is not afraid to step into empty air,
And take the step of faith, for his God, and his family,
He is my Father,
And I love him.

A Man

Joe, has the dough,
That makes this house go,
He flicks his toe, and I fly off to work,
Mowing the lawn, industrialization of the world, of the wild,
His wife, is his pearl, his girl,
His children make up the kingdom,
And the taskforce,
All of this behind his closed doors,
His days are spent teaching kids, all for family,
His evenings are teaching his kids, all for family,
His seconds, used wisely for good,
Him realizing, that they are numbered,
His life living for God.

Without You

I feel the tears coming, and your love cascading down,
Your love is my life,
No reason to live, without you,
No reason to love another but you,
I break down in worship,
I realize what you did for me, for humanity,
From the white, to trough,
To pay off our debt,
And for you to endure the pain,
Absorb the human stain,
Endless praise pours from me,
As I bow on bended knee,
I’ll never stop fighting for you,
Jesus,
Never.

Blue Boy

Young blue boy, flying through free air,
The slight breeze that carries him smells of summer,
And the warmth of the sun, comes from his skin,
All you people, toil behind screen doors, letting air in,
Break out of your prison, and follow the boy,
Who floats over and past fields of green,
This is a sun day, a breezy hair day,
A blue boy day.

Today

This glimpse of what we could have,
Is tempting a smile,
Or a maybe a laugh,
I thought of a day, when I was like this,
It was today,
It brought hope to me, hope for the future,
And hope that you, notice me.
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Stare

I stare at the faces, of all those people,
Those broken people, I, I don’t know what to do,
They are all so tired, forlorn faces stare into my eyes,
Straight faces fake the no pain game,
A bustle to the safety of their homes, the safety of,
Their jobs, family, money,
Addicts line the road, all looking for a fix,
Sunk in eyes, which scream out for reprieve,
I see a woman, with a tear streamed face, pain lines her grimace,
As she weeps into the phone, she begs for a reason,
A reason to live,
Small dirty man, stares at me,
I need food. or I will die,
They all ask,
Why was I born into this world of torture,
Just to die, and be thrown onto a pile of broken heart smashed men?
I weep tears for those people,
I sit in my chair, and sob,
You put this feel, in my heart,
Because I asked,
I will tell them, of you,
Thankyou.

Higher

Long was the fight, for life,
Broken life, and the struggle to survive,
Brought us higher, it brought us, above, this,
We know, we know that you know all,
Was it us?
Or, was it apart of your plan?
Will I ever know?
Work was done, and sweat was spilt,
You grew us higher, better,
You know all,
You’re higher,
Higher than all.

Simple

Simple, yet intricate,
Saying isn’t doing,
And with a flutter of thoughts, that lead to a start,
You think, what could I be, without this?
Then you falter, what could I be with it?
Thinking of ways, to be better, or,
Thinking of ways, to attract the eye,
What of it?
What matters is what we need,
And what doesn’t matter, isn’t needed,
Maybe wanted,
We will see what you think, when it comes to the test,
Simple yet intricate,
Saying isn’t doing,
I stand through your tests.

Rose

Rose of red,
Rose like ruby,
Rose of beauty,
Rose flower, smell and sigh,
Simply, life brings joy,
Give you a rose, see your face,
The price to pay, for a beautiful smile,
You see the simple joy too,
Give a rose, to me, I will smile,
And we can admire its artistry together.

Will I ever?

Life is hard,
It pulls on my arms, come this way, No! Come this way!
Slowly tearing limb from limb,
Split down the middle, blood seeping out, life seeping out,
What do I serve? That?
Or Him?
The long battle, back and forth,
Thank you, for putting the desire in me,
To fight the darkness, with all my heart,
But, I sometimes doubt, thinking about things,
Will I ever,
Achieve, mature, manhood?