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Drifting in the shade
of Hello Poetry's long lost grave
In archive (a kingdom's history)
the past that has been made

Stepping on the bleached out bones
The pale parade of long dead dreams

Crunching fragments of sentenced themes
burning books , poems stuffed inside the reams

Epitaphs to their honor
2010 comments to poets
Vickey , Fix , and O'Connor

Poems to praise lost in time
I hold in hand the words that bind

Great poems whose eyes
were never shed
In a broken aspiration
now lay dead

Cruch , crunch ,
the landscape littered in 2012
Oh what sacred feelings
not forthwith

Here ! lay my poems
to rest here
In 2014 my poems
of yesteryear
5d · 88
Messages
When a man is a short distance away from his wife his messages are short .
The greater the distance the longer the messages .
.
So are the prayers of man to God .
Aug 21 · 72
Baptism
You took away my wealth
I gave you my all

My house,  my clothes
I didn't stall

You beat me , kicked me
Bad names you called

I just bowed my head
and no replied to all

You imprisoned me chained me
I made it my home

You took away my food and water
I fasted to bone

Every lash of pain inflicted
I turned it into another verse of song

The water is the symbol
of the world's evil sea

We are submerged in helplessness but emerge innocent and free
Aug 19 · 163
Old Flames
Old flames
leave singed hearts
and ash crusted exteriors

yet inside remains tender
intact memories still
moist in tears

No flame
lasts forever nor soft wet kisses on front porch swings

Sometimes you surrender
everything for nothing to gain

It's said God will wipe away every tear in Heaven .

That means I will remember you .
Aug 18 · 241
Children
Children
exist in a place where
they can only receive

They don't refuse gifts
out of self centered pride

Such are the ones who seek the Kingdom of Heaven

For unless they become children of God they will never enter
Aug 11 · 135
Juxtaposition
Your knowledge is one thing
Your faith is another

Sometimes even the greatest scholars are not the holiest of men

Even when you've become ashes
Your life laying in ruins

There is one proclaiming
"Those ashes are mine"
Aug 9 · 343
Seed
God is the seed
Man is the soil

Nothing will grow
unless a man toil

God's watering words
quench a man's thirst

The son's called our Savior
from cradle to hearst
Jul 31 · 389
Repentance
Is an action word , not of a sorrowing heart , but one of a change of direction like a stone bouncing off an immovable force .
Jul 31 · 101
Time
The strategic opportunity to make decisive decissions
that define the moment we call time .
Jul 26 · 288
Healing
Healing doesn't come from
revisiting a wound

It comes from releasing it
Jul 23 · 163
Follow
I will follow the followed

Those cuspacated fingers cringe of dried blood

The cracking lips
belching
the word "fursat"
from a dying Noah
after years of desiccating floods

I stare for hours
at the keyboard

It's staring back at me

So I change my profile picture
But I'm feeling the same

So comes the light

The night ?

That will soon disappear

There I stand lashed to the key
But the tsunami never comes

Just reality sweeping over me
Fursat - (Urdu and Hindi) - leisure , freedom , spare time to do something .
Jul 19 · 2.4k
When love goes cold
When love declines
the heart grows cold
It becomes the moonlight
that chills the soul

Polished like marble
with all of its frills
It withers away
Attemptable to ****

What cold singing
from frigid lips
When the heart grows weary
From the vice of life's grips

When prayers become weeds
Scattered by wind
Left with nothing
But the hollow within
Jul 14 · 193
TEX-AXS
Dare dash the dust from the room
The canary in the coffin doomed
Crack the legs to make it fit
Awful feeling in your pit

The days taste of kerosene
The bees are gone there's no sting
While the albatross questions why
The walrus now has to die

Yank the heart from it's wrack
Beat the drums tack tack tack
Time's kept in a bottle by the sea
So was tossed the child so wee

I dared thee to write it down
You , the orangutan face of a clown
Kick the plastic down the road
Make the others tariff the load
Jul 12 · 333
Afraid to Die
If you are afraid to die
Then you are not ready

A person is like a light bulb
The light comes from within

Death extinguishes light
from the outside in

But the live wires of life
will still remain

Waiting on someone to turn the switch on again

Death pats itself on the back but then

Life puts the dagger into
it's empty hand
Jul 12 · 246
Extra Time and Money
I had someone's extra time and money
So I planted it in the rose garden
Man , that was a waste of time !
Jul 11 · 51
Fame
Everyone has their fifteen minutes of fame
They carry their torches high
while going up in flame

The ashes of the past
become the hope diamonds of tomorrow

As one ages time flies by even faster
Yet they do less and less before they are put out to pasture

If you find a hole inside your soul
It's where your heart once called its abode
Jul 7 · 131
Two Headed Coin
The gold coin had a two sided head of an ox

One side of an ox pulling a plow

The other of an ox being lead to slaughter as a sacrifice

At the bottom it was inscribed ,

"Be either"
Jul 7 · 119
Mush - Rooms
The darkest nights
provide
the mush-rooms
of delight
They took the Don-key and the colt
They did not ask permission
They told the rightful owners
We have a need and want
They clothed the colt in money
Threw dollars before its feet
And entered the sacred city
looking forward to the feast
"Vox populi , Vox dei"
yelled the people
Triumphantly they were heard to yell
Little did they know
It was the beginning of four more years of Hell
Vox populi , Vox Dei -  the voice of the people is the voice of God .
Jul 4 · 2.4k
Let go
You have to let go and not hold on
When life's past has cut you to the bone
Cast away the anchors
grasp
Cut the ropes , drop sails on the mast
Check the weather that the sunrise casts
Let go , Let go ,
. . . the ugly past
Jul 3 · 178
First and Last
When I was last
I dreamed of being first

When I became first
I wished I was last

Those in the middle
looked left then right

Shook their heads in disbelief
And prayed with all their might

Who was it that was left
Who then was the right
Jul 2 · 182
Excuses
Excuses
are the white bread
spinal taps
that alleviate
the sticky
super glue
of truth
Jul 2 · 161
Infinity
Infinity is the fabric of time that eternity wraps around itself .
It's not the reflection in the mirror
it's the image we put into it
Jun 29 · 5.3k
Fingers of my heart
I held your love
with the fingers of my heart
I tattooed the promise
to all my tomorrows
across my back to be carried for eternity
. . . where are you now ?

It takes forever for distant stars to burn my lips
There is no mercy found on the floorboards that walk across my kiss
. . . where are they now ?

Remember how the needles of time stitched the nights together ?
How easy does the fabric of love become unentwined
. . .  remember ?
Jun 28 · 165
When It's my time
When it's my time to go
do I go alone ?
Who's to guide me ?
Who's there to open the gate ?
Who's there to say welcome home ?

The days have been torn from the book
There's nothing between the covers
but that dubious look

No hands of man can reach me
No clock can measure
No wind will chill
No thoughts remain
No tears left unwashed
by rain

I will go to the music
I will crave the light
I will not fear
Nor lose sight

Between the day and dark
I will choose to follow
If I lose the way
It will be my sorrow

So let my hand go
Whisper something
beneath your breath
I will see you there
beyond the grip of death
Jun 25 · 469
Sun
Sun
Does not the sun
that softens the wax
turn on the clay
to make it hard ?
Jun 25 · 103
Drive by Poet
The one whose rest
is restless at night
Drives by on his silver screen
Eying out potential poems for demarcation
Jun 22 · 193
Beliefs
If one believes something they should have proof .
If one does not believe they should have proof as well .

Don't hide behind your protasis .
May all your "ifs" sink into the sea .

Stand firmly on the waters of your apodosis .
Ease your mind and set your spirit free .
Jun 18 · 209
Parable
One can say : "Tell us the truth!"
And I long to want to
but how is it best to do ?

I find it residing deep inside
But my ability is lacking to make it come alive

So I cast out examples
that lay alongside
Heavenly meanings
with Earthly ties

Proverbs , riddles , and saying so wise
Make it easier to see and feel the truth that's disguised

Sometimes it hard to separate the truth
Then one must turn into a quizzical sleuth

But for the one that knocks on the door
A new world opens for them to explore
Jun 18 · 328
New dust
I blow the new dust
off the old dust ,
the dust that remains forever.
I told her ,
"You steal my time
and my money ,
my house and
all my integrity .
But you will never steal my heart ."
Jun 7 · 195
Hourglass
I tilt the base back and forth
Watching the same grains of sand
become suspended in time

Your open arms were my harbor to my shipwrecked dreams

Your beach my bed where I lay my head

My nights were the stars in your eyes

Your kisses the comets I craved

The tides of change , tropical depression and hurricanes . . . as I curl my toes in wet sand

The grains in glass I seek
to balance out the spatial

I have that space now nothing more

No , nothing more .
May 31 · 235
Too Much Death
I watched my father
take his last breath
Drugged , deprive of food and water
slipping away into death

Yet he resisted ,
he struggle to say .
But the drugs
prevented him
as they held him
in sway

The memorial crossed
my thoughts tonight
Then spread to the history
of my life by the light

From the earliest beginning when I was just
child
Death was stalking me
following me around all of the while

A neighbor from tornado
Crib death of a child
plane crash , polio
Mile after mile

Death became second nature
A fiend always that be
That shadow always standing there next to me

I used to joke and call him my friend
But I never saw him smile or attempt to grin

So as the wheels of life continue to spin
I'm left here standing next to him

I tell death I'm moving on beyond his grasp
Entering a new dimension
where he cannot pass

There are no emotions
in his vacuous eyes
And I wonder if he believes it's just more of those lies
May 29 · 114
Jot and Tittle
Jot was the mischievous one , bending the truth to suit .

While Tittle stamped their point over the head of truth .
Jot - tiny variations in the spelling of words . Iota .
Tittle - the dot over the letters I and j .
It was something you never did
it was something you always did

God rest my soul
Because you never did

I learned to drink
Because you never did
Never defined the moment
Because you always did

God rest my soul
Simply put
I knew you would
Because you never did

Oh you enjoyed the fall
You loved it all

God rest my soul
Because you never did
May 27 · 290
Revenant
Repentance isn't a feeling word

Actions are the
dispensations separated
by cross , tomb and resurrection

So aches the heart to know
of what or where
or perhaps most ardently
. . . when .

When will I see you again ?
Revenant - a person who has returned from the dead or long absence .
May 25 · 471
Oweeja
Stop waiting on the stars
To open your dreams
Let light be
The source of
All your themes
Hide not behind
The moon
Letting lies
Be your doom
Open the letter
Life is just a
Postcard away
No postage due
Sunshine's still free
Oweeja (O-way-ah) Live in the day
Song : Trade it for the night by Haevn
May 21 · 163
She's Standing
She standing there with her gin and tonic
Holding it like a cross ripe
for a cruxification

She turns to smile making sure you see her
Pouring out wiles of affection on the somebody new

It's like an arrow through you
Cutting deeper than the burbon on your breath
Is it her way of making up a test ?
. . . YES !. . .

Well it's sometime between midnights
It's anytime all of the time
She holding the arm of leaving
The attention of her new guy

There's no amount of Bourbon you hush
It can't flush away the ghosts

And it must be between the midnights
It must be the last of last calls

The band's quit for the night
The pianist twinkles on the keys of exhaustion
I whisper to the glass of ice
Everything's going to be alright
May 20 · 343
Estuary
The tides of destination
have invaded my beloved estuary
Rising fast in deliberation
Washing away the righteousness that I once held dearly deep within

Seeking to bend the reeds of  resistance
the muddy waters of disdain come rushing in

They are lunatically overpowering
Driven to dominate the spirit that I
once held sacred free of sin
May 14 · 272
Cost
If I were a cost
would it be worth
the effort to lay it down on paper ?

The woods would be
full of rotting timber
not fit to burn on page

The rivers would be
contaminated
with foul thoughts
from all the words
of poison that they spray

The clean up costs
would be prohibitive
The emotional cost
devastating

So trying to be
cost effective
leaves little to
be me

Then why do I continue to write poetry ? 😠
May 11 · 754
The poets hell
The poets dwell
within their Hell
on a Sabbath day
witching hour

Their minds a wreck
Their hands  
of tech
They grind their teeth
in angst

Silence staid
The beds unmade
Searching for who
knows what

Snaps a pencil
It's indefensible
He can't go back
to bed

Quasimodo?
Was he noble ?
Played center for
Notre Dame

Came draft day
He was cast away
Which foot was it
you ask ?

Well the venom's drip
that sank a ship
Manned by mushroom
brained morons

Will be the first
to experience the worst
That trickles down
that piggies leg

"We all live in a yellow submarine"
It's just another "Day in the life"
After all happiness is a
warm warm gun
May 10 · 54
Satan
Satan , whose name means adversary or opponoment ,
stands against us in every spiritual battle .

The only thing worse than having Satan as an adversary . . .
is to have him as a friend .
When we
battle
with the Lords authority
we fight
from a place
of Victory
Not from a place
for victory
May 9 · 432
Burning Brands
The burning brands . . .
plucked from the ashes of the fire
Are the castaways
The fragments of lives
The unworthy
The heedless . . .
are priceless to the great lover of empty souls
May 6 · 147
Big Bad Woof
A BIG bad woof
Flu D coupe
In his 1970's Gremlin
There was lace and leather and lots of feathers
Stuck to his growl and smile
All of the hens raised
a hell of a den
And cackled , clucked
and wished him luck
Hoping he'd come back again
May 6 · 263
Never be
(I can see we are alike)

Equals ? Certainly not !
Nor could we ever be .

But alike spiritually

Unfortunately
we could never meet

It would be a
(contpěetement fatal)
collsion
A vacious affair
of lightning bolts
(kissing)
inside a tornado's
twisted maw !
May 6 · 264
I am poet
I am
naked
in my thought

Safe
within my room
nestled and cocooned
I touch no one and no one
touches me

I am poet
Words barred and leveraged
for all soiled souls
who are possessed

For who finds faith
in word
without light
while searching
in the dark
May 1 · 427
Last
Is there anything more permanent ?
Is there anything more vain ?
For surely the word we call last
Will outlast all our attempts to change
Apr 29 · 145
False Religions of today
Those that people believe all religions as equally true

The philosophers that believe all religions are equally false

The politicians that believe all religions are equally useful
Apr 27 · 126
Problem Solved
Stop and think about it before you start to talk about the problem

Go back further than the problem to restate basic principles of God's dealing with man

Apply those principles to the problem . Let the light of the basic principles shine upon the problem

Commit the matter in faith to God no matter what you know or don't know what to do

In time he will answer you
Dedicated to Shane Michael Stoops
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