Were I given a life to return
To hold again my newborn son,
I'd take time to be present,
Really "there,"
Beside, behind him,
As he learned to run.

Instead of the tower on the hill
I tried unsuccessfully to be,
I'd walk beside him on the path,
Reminded of my boyhood memories;
I'd leave the sermons to the priest and be the dad.

I'd get us shovels,
Deep to dig our conversations,
Embrace the work and sweat and look for more,
Pick and bar our way to Rock,
Drill and blast our anchors to the floor.

Before the storm surge of his teenage years,
I'd strive to see strong footings were in place,
Weld strong the structures while the girders rise,
Pray the work would stand the weather's cruel face.

The past, now present has me chilled;
The distances are lost in haze;
What I see now from my distant hill
Reveals broken structures to be razed.
God grant us time to renovate and fill
Remaining years to bring Him praise.

What would you do if I died
You can't reach through the screen
to touch my pale face
because of course I'd say good bye

When one hateth thee friend
Doth thou repayeth them with love? Or scorn?
Doth thou taketh for granite, thy true amour'?
Doth thou forgiveth as the God thou forgot taught?
What's wrong?
Hooked on technology? Machines? Materials? Store bought!!!!
Hath thou forgotten thy family?
The ones thyself hath left out?
Hath thou treated other's unfairly?
Not giving them the benefit of the doubt?
Wherein is thy heart oh reader?
Hooked into false tales in thy own head?
Thou canst even notice the ones who art living,
Guess thyself hath forgotten thine own dead...
Hath thou been charitable today?
Or buying fast food again passing the homeless beggar?
Hath thou lost communications with true romance?
Can't even write a heartfelt love letter?
Art thou hooked on texting?
Cloaking thyself in?
Guilty from thy own actions?
Doth thou knowest thou canst be forgiven?
Art thou happy?
In thy fantasy world?
Doth thou giveth all?
Or seeketh wrong people and places of boys and girls....
Doth thou get mad?
When others to thee speak truth?
Didint thy mum or dad
Telleth thee of everything shalt be made brand new???
Doth thou knoweth oh man and woman,
That inside thou hath a spirit????
Try opening up for once
Let god and thy loved one thyself taketh for granite cometh near it ..!!!!!!

Two words today
IM HAPPY (:

Introduction:
What is *Preludium but a time to reflect on what it is we know;
What has gone before, and how it might shape those things to come?

Preludium, or, what has gone before:
An entire world,
A great big steaming musty living breathing screaming world and-
For all we know-
There’s but two souls that care to fill it:

Sly Squint, our latest hero,
Swinging through his city like t’were a steaming jungle
And him the proverbial Ape,
He crouches in shadows on rooftops,
Directing his lust, forceful! At all
That kneels before him.

Then there’s our mysterious wanderer-
One hell of a sorry, stinking, sulky sort is he.
No Name to claim yet garbed in rags aplenty
Travelling on an endless quest
Towards a dying dusk.

Yet we need to draw a Third.
See, in this strange place we find ourselves, riddled with danger and loss,
We need one who knows some things;
One who is up there;
Better yet, one who helped to shape this world.
Because for now we are clueless, vulnerable, shambling in darkness.
And that will simply not do.

So, with haste, dear reader, with haste,
Let us ride for the one with the answers;
The one with more Names than you can count, even if you had a lifetime in which to do so;

The one who holds all the strings.