Jesus woke me up at 1:30 a.m.
He told me to tell you that
there are some people that
you just can't please.
No matter what we need or
what ask for, we want miracles
and we want them now, and
yet we all have a desire but
we refuse and forget to get
down on our knees in prayer.
Jesus, I want this and I want
that, we want Him to make
a mountain of treasures for
us, sometimes we use and
we're most likely to abuse.
Jesus has a pure and clean
heart and He's a very willing
and cheerful giver, all He ask
is that we kneel down to Him
and pray for it's an easy task.
Some of us won't get to
share all of His mercy and
His glory. Jesus wants us to
know that we can all contact
Him anytime and believing
His incredible bible story.
He doesn't want to be the
only one working fulfilling
our daily needs, we need to
show Him some humility by
falling to our knees in prayer.
My memories pile up
Like clumsy white clouds
Against a backdrop of pure blue
Casually bumping into each other
Without a "pardon me"
Or a second glance
Memories compiled of the days we spent
The days where every second was
Filled with feeling
Whether it be intense and passionate
Or lonely and desolate
I'm not sure if I feel anymore
Or if I've become like the sun
Lazily drifting in out of the clouds
Sometimes radiating artificial warmth
If only to try to keep others happy
And it's becoming harder to escape
The muddle of these puffy white shapes
And more and more nights
I'm spending lying awake at
Times of the night that cause overthinking in some
And pregnancies in others
Trying to blow the clouds off the
Remnants of my sanity
But I can't seem to find a way
To make my skies clear blue again
She saw her life flash before her eyes
Even the dark chapter containing a swift demise
Furry sank in
As she grew uncomfortable in her own skin
Everything was supposed to turn out alright
Not flutter away like some unhinged kite
This man was supposed to be the epitome of desire
A person others could admire
There shouldn't have been any indecision
They were to merge in an act of pure fission
And So it appeared for fifty long days
Then in disintegrated in the reflected glimpse of a bong's haze.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall softly upon your fields,
until we meet again.
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
may god be with you and bless you
may you see your childrens children
may you be poor in misfortune,rich in blessings.
may you know nothing but happiness from this day on wards.
may the hand of a friend always be near.
may green be the grass you walk on.
may blue be the skies above you.
may pure be the joys that surround you.
may true be the hearts that love you.
may you give your heart to love and you shall be loved.......
i want to fall in love with you
again and again
like a tumbling rock
or a cascading snowflake
or anything that falls
and i am falling
into your warm, pure embrace
but i worry that one day
you will not be there to catch me
so i'll just keep falling
again and again.
I've climbed my world of trees today,
Before they had to go their way.
Before the sunlight met the sea,
Each tree I saw called out to me.
The green green tree with boughs of steel
Was pure and utterly ideal.
And I climbed quick as a whippoorwill
Springing from the window seal.
I climbed it grand, and oh, so high-
Through the thrush's song, and a robin's cry.
Through the deepest green that caught the day,
And promised to steal me away.
And I climbed a Monkey Puzzle Tree
As old as half a tree can be.
And it laughed to see me rustle through
Branches old and branches new.
I sailed through leaves as soft as lent,
Where spiral blossoms lept to play
Fragrant little games of chance
Within the haunt of their bouquet.
When the tall, tall, red tree called my name,
The one with pepper blossoms high,
And since no two trees are the same
I followed this one to the sky.
Up through branches bathed in light,
And down through tunnels in the bark,
I climbed this one with all my might,
Through the gray and winding dark.
Until I found my afternoon
Still waiting for me like the day.
I gave the tree a bit of heart
And watched it as it sailed away.
And there, beyond the Tin Tin Tree,
Where apple roses blossomed grand,
I noticed resting on its knee
The finest tree to ever stand.
A hundred, hundred trees in one,
Would be an awful lot of fun
Just to take a branch today
And rest the afternoon away,
But, Oh, I had to climb it high,
As high as God could make a sky.
I had to see the stars that He
With clever skill hid well from me.
I had to touch the setting sun,
Under my after-evening's shroud,
So up I went, through branches, bows,
Crossing leaves that laughed aloud.
Leaves that seemed to know my name,
That weaved their winding whispers through
That starlit flicker of a flame
I tried but could not look into.
I swung from branches tapped by age,
That creaked and echoed such a sigh-
The feathered leaves that rustled calm,
And I so briefly saw my sky.
There I paused and held my own,
My heart like thunder in my chest.
And I watched the quiet of the day
Paint ribbons in a robin's nest
And scatter shades of blue and red
Like waves upon my quiet sea,
And those threaded vines of dragons head
That weaved in through my Shadow Tree.
The morning bowed to afternoon,
As if to nature's sole command,
And shades and shadows drifted by
That secret place I chose to stand.
There were stars that climbed each peasant branch,
Stars that whispered to the breeze
That beat a hymn of ages past,
Known only to the trees.
Will-O'-The-Wisp's sang through the leaves
And danced about the sapwood sprig,
Darting here and pausing there,
Between each shadowed, lively twig,
Where EverNettles bright as dreams
Climbed deep inside the deadwood bark,
And called their young ones earnestly
To the safety of the dark.
And finally spent I caught my breath,
And peeled the spindly leaves away,
And waved my arms into the breeze
That sang the silvered songs of day.
There was a different world below,
A land of hills and river beds,
Of trees as tiny as the grass,
And roads smaller than the finest threads.
I reached out into the velvet sky
To run my fingers through the day,
Where the sandy silk of autumn brushed
The stardust noon had tossed my way.
And I breathed in all the wonder there -
All I could hear and feel and see,
Whatever wonder dared to share
From the branches of my Shadow Tree.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"There is always Music amongst the trees in
the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet
to hear it."
I was broken the first day I fell in love
made up of spring blooms and teen heart songs
I gave the world such precious babes
still beating, still pulsing
through poisoned air by filthy words
and touches I was told to accept
Foul play was never pure intention
it never touches hearts
crumbling instead, dry ice in viens
colder than the frosts on late crops
you left it through summers, autumns, winters, and springs, but never gave thought to years and five, and ten, and twenty
thousand of the nights spent wondering how the secrets came flooding through the cracks of well built homes without one mention of transgression
without one mention of “how could we let this happen in the first place”
You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
One hears the sound of pure water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
surfing over thresholds,
and teasing the boundaries of time.
Just as you gracefully ebb
from your story's past,
and aspire to freely climb.
Its beat rises to meet our ways of being
a its tempo jumps deep to be fully present.
Just as your gifts to us become more fluent,
your love of life becomes your servant.
Its clear and abundant tone sings
Just as your voice shares its
The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
Blessed is your devotion, offering better wishes;
Lips were bestowed upon me with lovable kisses;
You had brought my soul from most evil to the best;
I cache you the most in this existence as my dearest;
Since you altered my life within a flash of an eye;
And by an embrace of your body, you said bye;
Are you a graceful guardian angel sent from above;
To take care of me and shower me with pure love;
It so magical those things you've made;
To bring back my confidence that almost fade;
A desire to nurture your soft white wing;
While all glittering stars line up to sing.
(All poems in this series are, translations from Malayalam, originally written in author’s mother-tongue, “Malayalam’”, the language of Kerala, in South India.)
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Here I am, cold and numb
Sitting, Standing, rocking back and forth in the dark,
My bedroom seems smaller and smaller
Difficult to breathe, I almost choked
Drinking salty tears,
Grieving my own death..
Where do I go now?
What have I done?
My shadow is spinning around..
Topsy turvy, my life is upside down..
What a mess, just spinning around..
Round and round...
swirling around in the moonlight
Hate my face, hate my life, spin around...sheer madness!
Repeated defeats,my dooms day is here...
I can’t run..I can’t hide, I spin around...
Meaningless, fate is spinning around
I am spinning around with a sad smile on my face
Nothing left... even the moon is shying away
I am standing, spinning, dancing my own death... pure madness!
I have no fear, I am just Spinning around, around, around....