Look upon my part
It is mix of chaos and art
I wish I could keep them apart
But I guess chaos is humanities part
And the art is a gift that God did impart

When sleep doth take hold who shall not fold?

When the tension is tight
Expect the fight
Unless through the plight
You make light
And thereby avoid a fight

Hell's best kept secret
Is that you'll make it
To heaven above
Because you've never hurt  a dove
But the truth is, on your own, you will never make it

Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.

Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.

Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.

To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?

Can you hear the dawn breaking?
Can you see the wind shaking?
Can you smell the dew now rising?
Can you drink the morning air that is now so refreshing?
Can you hold the suns ray that turns the night into day?

As the fine flower life does fade
As the grass in the field life does yield
As the moon in the sky life dose pass us by
As the trees do grow life does go
As the leaves do fall the end of life does call
As I write this poem I wonder if you will ponder?

Sparkle like the gold you are
Do your best and you will go far
Love you more then you will know
But today is the day to show
To all the world how great you are

I have kicked the can and now I stand before the judge who made the land.

Under the sod
that many trod
I lay asleep
My soul, the Lord does keep
Till time does pass
And eternity comes at last
I shall wait
As my body turns to worm bait.

My soul goes home to glory
Where I shall ever stay
And praise the one
Who is the Son
And to praise the Father
Who was my potter
And fashioned the body
That is now beneath thee.

’Twas a short life I lived
80 years the Lord did give
To me a gift
At times I squandered it
But never cease to ponder it
Why I was called to wander it
Would you please ponder it?

Death is the end of this life
But it is the door
To another life
so in truth
Death is a beginning

With death I did sup
'Twas I who did drink his cup
But it was the door

Words words words
All I have is words
they flow
and go
to no one knows where
Oh how I fear
Oh how I tremble
Then of a sudden
a new sensation does **** in
Maybe love
Maybe just the thought of a dove
It is troubling to be in a state of flux
Where you are lost, it truly *****!
Lost in a world of words
And endless imagination
Have you been in such a state
Passion does over come
Have you been called dumb?
But for what
For stuttering over words like “but”
Twisted in mind
I see many kinds
I insert them in wrong places
And take others out when they are right on the pages
What, you do ask, am I describing?
Or have you already considered me disturbing
For you can not track the motion of this rhyming?      
Well if I can let me explain what you’ve read
You’ve
just
been
inside
my head.

Now tell me where this has lead?

Poetry is all the same.
It is love and hate
Of emotions great.
So why would I ever write?
Is there more to say?
No but I may
State it in another way.
And make it mine
And relate to others when they read these lines.

Don’t call me a mad man
I am just an alert man.
Aware of all my senses
I will take those as offenses
But if I was mad
Would I not deny it?
Maybe I am bad,
But aren’t we all just a bit?

Dear paperclip
You never slip
All day you hold
Documents untold
No one ever stops to thank
The one who is of little rank
But I shall stop and pay my dues
To the one who is now my muse
So thank you dearest friend
For all the help that you lend.

Over coffee I saw the world
Over coffee I saw troubles
Over coffee I saw secrets unfurled
Over coffee I saw the impossibles

Over coffee the day broke
Over coffee the day did pass
Over coffee the day moved the slowpoke
Over coffee the day was forecast

Over coffee one can think
Over coffee one can work
Over coffee one can drink
Over coffee one can make artwork

Over coffee I made love
Over coffee I made a kiss
Over coffee I made a paper dove
Over coffee I made this

Weak am I
Lonely enough to die
All have left
Not a soul to hear my cry
Yes all are deaf
They all said goodbye

Life is fleeting
But my heart is still beating
So keep it still
But only thy will
For my desire is to glorify
And my want is to praise you till by and by
But while on this earth
I ask not for mirth
Only rebirth
And a chance to tell another
About about my heavenly father
But the day is done
And I petition, by your son,
For you to bless my rest
And may my slumber be your behest
In your son’s precious name
Amen

To dine with wine
Is fine
But to drink water
With my father
Is divine

To touch a heart
is to be a part
of a work of art.

I weep for a friend
But I cannot mend
The feelings of hurt
Their tears on my shirt
But all this pain could not break them only bend

You poor thing
I wish I could stop the sting
But I am only a man
And will help as much as I can
So on me all your burdens do fling

When you are weak
And it is shelter you seek
Find a place in me
And I hope to be
A place you may rest throughout the week

So in times of need
When others hurt you with many a deed
You can come and cry
And never will you have to say goodbye
For it is I, who for you, would bleed

Come now
And please allow
For me to help
For this is heartfelt
For my desire is to help some how...

Just give me a way
And I will stay all day
Don’t worry about others
They have their mothers
In the end it will be okay

I’ll hold you so close
You’re stronger then most
I’ll be here for you
As long as you want me to
Through it all I’ll be as stable as a post

All for a friend
That I hope to mend
All for their sake
Would I put all at stake
For I know what it is like to be at your wits' end.

If you were to write a story what would you do with the main character?
Would he start off small?
Then grow tall
Only to fall?
Then with the fall comes some great epiphany
As he faces his fears
And all the crowds cheer!
Would your story end there?

If you were to write your story how would it go?
Would you pass over the trials?
Would you skip all the miles?
Would you go straight to glory?
Would you tell your past story?

If you where to rewrite your story how would it go
Would you add all the bad?
Would you go back and edit?
Would you make yourself forget it?
Would you take away past memories?
Would you add greater journeys?

If you changed but one event in your journey
Would you be ready for a different story?
Would you face the new you?
Would you want to change?

If God where to write your story would you be mad?
When he makes you go through the bad?
When he makes your trials?
When he makes you walk the miles?
When he holds you from glory?
When he was the one who gave you your past story.

If you want to change
Make the exchange
Put away pleasure
Face the displeasure
Change your ways
Quit dreaming through the days

It is up to you
God made you
The end of your story will bring him glory
You can fight against his way or accept his story
Face the trials and walk every mile
Till this life does vanish like the vapor it is
And you go on to be all his
But the choice is yours
The rest of your story lies through those two doors.

To whom should my heart go?
To which damsel should I say no?
I fear to trust may heart, for it is as stable as sand
And I know not where it might land.
I dare not judge by beauty,
For it does fade as a passing memory.
To know their character is my desire!
They are not as gold that is tested by fires
So to try their nature is rather hard
And I’d like to leave them unmarred.
Oh why is purity not easily found?
For my desire at times is to be bound
To one woman whom I can hold
And give her love untold.

Scars
are mars
and bars
from my bizarre
memoirs.

You are somewhat naughty
And you can be spotty
But girls are girls
And are as precious as pearls
And its not just because you are a hottie

Babies are adorable
But they grow to be deplorable
Have you ever seen a teen
They just ain’t that keen
But at least there’re moldable

God in glory
told his story
Man On earth
Seek new birth
The Bible is more then just a story

Done I said when I went to bed
But today is new and yesterday is so dead.
So I took another dose
And went off stubborn as a post
But know it is night and I am done writing for I am in bed.

The glorious morn
Broke forth to adorn the day
With light, what a sight!

I saw the blood
I felt the blood
I saw the hammer
I felt the wood
I read the words
They said "me"

I looked at the man
Who hung on the tree
I looked at his writs
I saw nails
I had held those spikes
I had read that they said sin

Then I knew the meaning
I and in so I began to sorrow
For it was my sin that held him there

Short poems are the best
For they get their point across
And don't dilly dally in the extra stuff
I wish I could write one
But every thing I try to say
Comes out in such a fanciful way?

Others are free?                                                                                    
                               Could it be my own mind                                    
                                                                             That shackles me?

How far wilt thou wander
How far wilt thou flee
From the one
Who said
I will
Set
You
Free

You walk through life with your arms wide open
Which means you catch quite a beating.
But to tell the truth
If you walked through life secluded
You’d miss all the blessings
And you’d be second guessing
The purpose for your living.
For in extending your arms
You catch the falling charms
That others do miss
By simply making a fist.

Mold us in to one
For I am in love
Two flesh made one
What a wondrous love

I am not that good at poetry
If you read they all do sound the same
And follow the same bland rhyming.
Sorry to disappoint with yet another
Like it's brothers
But I have these words
And so I write
To free them like birds.

If God made all to be great
Then why would you hate?
It is because you can't see
That you tend to be
In this state of seeing
Others and coveting
Their powers
When in truth
You have not touched
What God gave you!

I think all wish to be great
At some point in time
But if all were great
Then what would separate you and me?
Nothing I say and put forth these words
To tell my brother that why some would call us commoners
We all are great but fail to see it
Because we focus on our similarities.
But in truth we all are different
And the each has greatness
For all are made in God’s image.

A burning in my ***** consumes me! My soul is as a torch! I burn bright for those around, and none can throw me out! Rise up oh you who believe thou wilt over come me! For though you see a man in humble appearance and a mere mortal in flesh and bone I have risen up! And I have overcome! Boldness is upon my shoulders as though it were a breastplate! Though these hands are small and carry little weight they have carried a friend through trials and have carried pens that compose words far mightier then any sword. They say eyes are the windows to your soul? Well look and tell me what you see! A fire? Out of it cometh my soul and it is as glittering gold! For it is through the fire of affliction that I have come and through many a tempestuous and test that has made me who I am today. I faint not at the coming of the world. I am engulfed but not defeated. Bent but have yet to reach the breaking point.

Take courage my dear friend! Foes will never cease to propound their attacks, but one greater then they may be with you. It is upon that the decision rests, call upon thy maker for thy rest.

Some people can't look up till they are flat on their back, and when they are laid flat some forget to stand up. But not me I said and then minded not my head. And then the time did fly and...

¿ ǝlƃuɐ sᴉɥʇ ɯoɹɟ pooƃ sʞool ʎʞs ǝɥʇ ʍouʞ no⅄

An impact is made by great things
When it comes to human beings
There are two types of these
The first would be one voice, very great
But the other is quite smALL
But it’s in the “all” that does make it great
For a thousand voices do make a great impression
Just as one voice my stir many with passion.
So which shall this lowly poet seek to gain?
To speak with such great passion that I do stand alone
Or should I rally thousands to help condone
Whatever is in their hearts to speak to others what they don’t know.

Told am I to try something new
I am not sure how it will go
But I am willing to try
So here goes nothing
I’m rhyming without any teachers
Or any help
I’m on my own
I hope you like what I write
But if not thanks for reading
At least you gave it a chance.