Thoughts that bombard you and steal you breath
Movement uneasy and slow
Somebody is making announcements of death
From a place where the living won't go
Can't say for sure whether near or far
But like a merchant with something to sell
You're offered delusion and a hitch to a star
From somewhere just this side of hell
Here's how to think, now, they say choose A or B
There are only two plates on the table
Don't go into the house only dead men can see
On a foundation of sand, weak and unstable
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
Seems far away, yet close as my skin
Beyond the barrier of sight and sound
I hear, I see new patterns begin
Where the old assumptions can't be found
Letting go can tear the soul
But holding on can break the will
Of reachin' for a future goal
That waits to live, that the past would ****
Nights in solitude and doubt
The daylight gives you hope
Sometimes so sure you know what it'a all about
But with confusion you still cope
Till you release thoughts so stale
The break and fall apart
Clarity lies behind the veil
Where faith hears the Word within the heart
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
Wasn't it sad to see the face
Of the child looking out the window
As the rain fell down and the car drove away
But he is seeing brightness in the distance
Not sure if it's car lights
Or the dawning of a new day
Is there sunshine through the rain?
Either way it's the motion that's important
And the progress-- the moving traffic
The rising sun, sparking a minute fire of hope
Lying somewhere in the cluttered heart
So many things to feel
But the glimmer is something like a warmth
And lends itself to some degree of courage
And the sweet desire to thrive
But he fears that tomorrow will be more of the same
Oh, you rascal time! Precise and always moving forward
Never missing a beat
But I often miss your passing
What could have been, if I had given it my attention?
As I ponder this, I once again miss time's passing
And what could have been
At any given point of awareness
We are always introduced in the same manner
It's you again, looking so familiar
Shall we be friends?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
When the time is right
When it falls into place
Beside the still waters
And the green pastures of grace
Beyond the wistful wind of thought
Lies a destiny, a dream once sought
Listening to voices within and without
Collision of reason and reasonable doubt
Waiting for Wisdom to make the path plain
While passing our time on a hobo train
Bound for somewhere , right or wrong
Arriving right where you got on
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
The morning sun, oh feel the warm
The brightness as it gives itself
To the proudest and the lowliest form
As radiated celestial health
It does not discriminate or choose
But freely gives to all
Consistently and does not refuse
The Creator's ancient call
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC