***** hands
With rust and dirt;
Hard work
Is my child play
With nuts,
Screws and bolts;
Toiled fingers
They dismantle
They repair.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Kings and queens
Of what is green;
They touch heaven
With prickly fingers
And stand on hell
With gnarled feet;
Mountain clothing,
They cover to the sea;
Red is their color,
Green is their hair;
Their arms are many
Oh, so high they reach;
So old they are,
Wise are they;
Their smell goes
Beyond the Rockies
And south to the desert;
They are home to me,
Heavy and rich
Chief Seattle's
War canoe is from
Their back bone,
His oars are from
Their strong arms.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
On metal wings
I take up speed
To a place of
Sweet solitude,
To touch the face
Of my Maker;
Higher, ever higher
This bird will take
Me, beyond clouds
So vast I fly with
Such ease and grace
To the sun I climb
Only to stall and fall
To the clasps of earth;
Yet she will receive
Me in do time, dear.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Coffee drops,
O how they fall;
It growls, it purrs
When each drop falls
Below to black seas;
Steam! O steam!
Is it mad, is it upset
When coffee it makes?
It is hot, it is warm;
Carful little fingers,
They can burn!
Smell, sniff, inhale
The aroma it brings
To warm the senses.
It is done, it is ready!
O goody! Like Papa,
I of four have my own!
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Let me shut out, close up, disappear;
Why hurt so much, I know what
Happens next. Settled? Lets
Move again for you will never be.
They appear only to fade again,
So don't you cry, this is what you
Are in. Yes they love yet it won't last
Not like in story books and tales.
Like a ghost they see me in the
Passing of time, only to remember
My shell. They say he was a good
Boy, a bad boy, never knowing my
Context and of whom I really am.
You are different then who they
Are, being like them is what I hate;
Superficial is what they are.
I hunger for their love only to be
Deprived; now let's disappear.
Why does it matter how they feel?
I am only a ghost of a shell of who
I am to them. So let's become ghosts
To hide and shy away in my caverns
Where no one may come but only
To hide, to love and be loved by me!
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Come, oh child of mine;
To Papa oh please come!
Cry on my shoulder,
No one is watching,
No one is judging;
I am here ready to listen,
Ready to hear;
My arms are strong with love
So let go of what you hold,
Leave it here with me,
I will make sure
You wouldn't have to
Hold it again;
I love you, my child,
So don't be scared to come,
I am here for you;
Tell Me your ***** little secrets,
No one else will know;
I will keep them hidden,
Locked so they may never
See the light of day;
I love to hear you
Calling my name
For when you do
I am right there with you.
Said Father.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
Blue and dark, an ocean
Filled with beast and storm,
An ocean alive, God's
Creation of sounding form;
This ocean a beauty of
Mystery, a danger of adventure.
My vessel sails these waters
In search of Home, I sail
Through squall and tempest
With out maps or compass
Only God's breeze to guide
Me to Heaven's shores.
The smell of holy soil
Fill ocean breezes as
The sight of land fills
My weather beaten
Heart with joy; blue, sunny
Days do not compare, nor
The joy of braving a storm
Or sea beast, nor the sound
Of the sea or gulls after a
Hurricane; only the sight of
His Celestial shore makes
Me sing an old hymn.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
I am the tear
That falls down your cheek,
I am the cold
That climbs up your spine,
I am the sharp
Edge that cuts your wrists,
I am the voice
Of your screams at night
I am the nails
That claw your lovely heart
I am the black
In the cloths you ware,
I am the darkness
In those beautiful green eyes,
I am the hands
That hide your sweet face, and
I am the demons
Playing in your head;
I am depression.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Clouds hide and shy away
Under mountains so high,
Under hills of pine trees;
Forged by God above are
The lofty mountain peaks,
Where trolls and dwarves
Dwell is where the snow is
Born glimmering under
Morning sun; the pine
Tall as can be! The high folk
Of the forest, like a quilt
They cover the land, keeping
Warm her children in cold
Night winds; like a rose
God's handicraft blooms,
His work is shown off
By mountain top snow
And cloud hidden valley.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Sleep in, she hears no sorrow;
She leaves no shadow
Wondering.
Wake up, she sees no lover;
She feels her life shiver
In Spring.
Close up, he shows no pain;
He hides under morning rain
Bleeding.
Sits down, of what he has done,
He ponders of what has gone,
Sighing.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC