Who is watching us?
How far does the chain go?
As we look at bacteria with a microscope,
As a child looks at a small bug with a magnifying glass,
Who is watching us?
Are we the bugs under the magnifying glass to others?
Sometimes I wonder
If such a thing is a possibility.
Will anyone ever know for sure?
Do the bugs under the magnifying glass or the bacteria under the microscope know we are watching them?
Or do they go on with there lives unknowing of our presence?
Are we as unknowing as them?
Who is really at the end of the magnifying glass?
it upsets me
to believe that unreal reality
of false hopes and shattered beliefs
which feel ike a million tingling shards
of the sky
with skimming winds and racing clouds
in shapes of gigantic tree heads
and endearing treepies
it disturbs me sometimes
and i unsleep in nights
looking out into the umbra
of a reality which feels crazed
and the cricket's song
understands my heart my soul
and my sad despair
a longing for an experience
which is gone forever
and shall return
but only as a memory overcast by false belief
I am not examining your flaws
Nor restraining you with obstruction of laws
But you seem to believe you've broken something
Becoming troubled and overcome
I hold no Gavel
Not even an ill thought
Time is forever changing
Our rights and our wrongs
You have not been sentenced
Nor are you judged
I only require patience
and a natural flow of occurrence
Stop fighting the current and let go
The sands may shift
but that's something we cant control
We come in our joy
We come in our peace
We come in the middle
Of our darkest night
And our deepest turmoil
We magnify you lord
Through our spirit and
Love as we brothers
And sisters join hands
And allow your grace
And love and truth
To be magnified and
Reign upon this world
Let your holy reign take
Over and let your holy
Truth become our own
As we begin to become
More like you day by day
As we join in praise of your
Mighty glory and wonderful
Healing that you give to all
Of your children that seek
Your truth and your name
Give us strength to endure
So that we may magnify
You that much more fully
And allow our light and
Love to show to all of
The brothers and sisters
That are still stuck in the
Dark might know they
Are loved and magnified
By the same lord and spirit
That flows and magnifies
Us all if we can see it and
Feel it and truly know it
In our spirits and souls
We can begin to magnify
And strengthen everyone
Around us we become
Whole together in God
I have lost something
It is still alive out there,
in the infinity
of objects untenable
I heard it call my name
as my eyelids finally found each other.
This absence knows me too well.
It won't let me
take my mind
off my mind.
If I could only measure
like my strength, then
I would know who
I really am;
and, I suppose, sleep
Alas, I've found
I can't wander
as easily as my mind.
I wish to float
and other discussions just as grave.
How can I
keep my enemies
A book once said
self-reproach is a
I never read that book,
it surely read
Let’s not go chasing ants today.
The grass is gone
And dirt won’t burn anyway.
Why not get to work with me
And let your memory go out to the yard to play?
Let’s stay away from the familiar doors
And antique halls
Whose windows open only to walls, anyway.
Let’s ditch the dollhouse unopened,
Still in the box.
You and I have business in the life-sized world.
Bin the old plastic flags,
Still furled in bags, let them go to the ground
In triangles over G.I. Joe caskets.
Stuff your red lunchbox with as many
Kens and Barbies as you can
And let’s bury them in someone else’s playpen.
We should burn that old forest down
Where we used to do magic,
So no one can cut down the trees
And make planks or papers -
Because it would be a bitch to find them,
(Not to mention climb them) but
I suppose you can’t go torching forests.
Chuck that cigarette in the bushes.
Maybe something will catch.
Lately when I wander I step on shards of glass
I don't know where they came from or how long this will last
I take them out in pieces and place them in a jar
A puzzle to be figured out once I'm up to par
Meanwhile in my pocket rests a blackened frame
A trinket with a handle that's making me feel sane
I grip it with my fingers and hold it in my palm
And give these eyes a cover with my own salty balm
A gift I once received so I could go explore
It took away my fear to walk through any door
By it I saw clearly, my vision was repaired
Until I dropped it on the ground and thus became impaired
He tells me to walk backwards and trust my every step
My memory will guide me as long as I will let
Now I don't mind the piercings from the shards I pass
My grandpa mapped his life with this magnifying glass
Early rising at the predawn hours, I bow down to worship
Heed my prayers now, my Lord my Savior
With most tender heart and my cries I now embark
To your sweet harbor, my soul my heart which have been wandering lost
For the cost of poetry to spread the message of love
I have ignored your most longing needs
For which your divine Heart is now bleeding
In loving me endlessly, oh my heart, why have you abandoned
The most sublime, most tender endeared needs for the glamour of the world?
The carnal world with all its illusions, so fleeting and deceptive
Be attentive and kind to your Savior's needs and the pains His Heart endures
To offer Him more the most exquisite parts that your soul daily gathers
Which now can be a candor in thoughts, kindness in speech, or charity in gestures
Can be a simple sigh, can be lengthened prayers, or a visit, one single word, a poem
Regardless of the object, of its value or charm, so long as they are offered with
your whole heart
For the sum of all my gifts enclosed within my heart depend on my love and
thoughts, my attentions
Which must be the bottomless depth or perpetually burning flame
Giving to you, Lord, as the token of my love which is thinking only you,
And your glory it now contemplates
I will embrace you more and longer
for my soul to rise above the earthly cares
which have been wearing my heart and soul down
Spirit of Love, my Lord God, I now implore you to come
To dwell in me to possess my soul and my heart completely
So that in one being with You, with one loving accord
I will pay more attention,
Offer numerously more portions of my daily accumulation
Of good things which my heart treasures to reserve only for Him
Who is the One, from whom all good things come
Now with my sinful unworthy hands, I hand my gifts to you to purify
Beatify them now, the most glorious Divine Spirit,
making them simplistically magnified
To dress the Lord's wounds on his broken heart,
and to clear the path, to adorn His way coming to souls
Basically what this poem about is my earnest desire to compensate for the lack of time for my routine prayers and devotion due to my busy schedule of composing for our poetry forum. So I cry out to the sweet Lord, beg Him to accept everything little things I have offered including a sigh, a cry, a thought through out the day for Him to compensate for my daily devotions.