Life's necessities
Are our friends, children, spouses,
And loving Savior.

Must to the rising crescendo he listen,
Given, before dawn, the early cry?
His morrow fatigue he scratches off,
And commences for a key to the sky.

Warm at heart he resonates icy air
And tunes it at work to fancy his mind.
The epiphany of his potential ability
Shall not waste or it shall decline.

The path to a dream he knows all well,
Seeing the lowest achieve exalted crest.
Labor to toil with unrest cascades to his key,
And effort meets the zenith of the best.

A thatch of darkness with pools if white
Two spheres and a glittering arching line.
Spasms in the stomach full of fright
Digging deeper into the skin of night.

They hear a ringing, ringing, ringing near.
Across dark silence within their space;
Pupils dilate to the singing leer
With broken breath reaching for fear

Response utter and whispering back
A ghostly apparition of demise
Promises of eternity black
Companions listed for a heart attack.

Then warned are forewarned and all is made fair
Listed fear the victim and themselves
The devil wilt rip thee spirit, and tear
On the death row of another’s dare.

I find myself
walking between rose petals;
they cover the ground,
and leave little space for error.

I find myself
balancing fine china,
cubes on top of spheres;
always stumbling carelessly.

I find myself
walking the tightrope
that I've never seen before;
hoping there's a net below.

I find myself
clutching my blood,
throughout my entire body.
The source of which is the heart

I find myself
feeling pinpricks in the sand;
I try to keep from sinking
from life's eroding waves.

I find myself...
each and everyday, shivering;
the fear, that encroaches me,
and the dire consequences, I may face.

Here's the pen --
Forget the sword
Let your judgment cloud you not...

Let us swim
Through the sky,
Parting clouds within the eye.

Ride the stream
Just go with it...
Nothing impedes you with nature.

Draw a boat
That sails the sky;
A majestic beauty -- with many a mast.

At the wheel
Is the captain
And sails evermore to the sun.

Let its warmth
Take dear hold
Of your heart and encourage it anew.

Connect the pen
To the heart,
And abolish the tyrannical mind, once more

What am I supposed to think
To see
To do

As the crime scene grows,
I make connections, perhaps false
Perhaps true.

I take the evidence, analyze it
Scrutinize it,
Hope I find the one responsible

And so begins the interrogations,
Crucial questionings,
The agony of not knowing...

Before it happens again,
Another crime scene.
Hopefully I can prevent it.

Or is the next one,
Just around the block?

So oft I delayed and waited
For I meddled only within my own affairs
I only became something I would come to hate
And failed to provide you with all my cares.

My heart now, resides with your hand
The choice between an orange or an apple
Oh, which of the two is more bitter?
Oh, which provides a superior sample?

Which I am in which hand, I know not
Yet let me cry for what I may be!
We have arrived at the crossroads
Before ye steer, observe my story.

In the beginning, I left the womb
And times of many moons passed away
Till the time came with craftiness I,
Assembled a ship to sail the ocean sway.

Twas the first chosen isle at sea,
And I commenced to approach in naivety
Fierce was the reef surrounding all
Though I caught glimpse she cast me to sea.

So on I sailed and stumbled upon
Another isle I felt worthy of time
Yet already populated I did not last
She was already sinking - a foreboding sign

A score of moons later did I flee
To eventually find a better one beam
For my miles at sea were providing me
A chance to prove myself less green

This sanctuary that held no silver
Yet to me was pristine and true
But yet I know not a secret it held
And yet at the end my time was off cue

I wallow through the ocean's rage
Discontent and bitter at the helm
Until one day a shipmate cried out,
"Land **!" Thus entering a new realm.

Upon this isle, it was as no other
Something pure about it captivates so
An air about instilled the fear of God
So exploring what majesty I did not know

And glorious the findings, I took delight!
Proceeding on with a cheerful fright
Over a score of moons I rejoiced
Basking within the dew ever moist.

Yet then did I tarry and labor to,
And cut down many a precious tree
Stomping the reef, ruining around
All my actions, how blind could I be?

Oh woe!  Twas there mutiny yet,
For in my slumber a shipmate schemed.
And whilst the dark ruled o'er the sky
He untethered me for an isle redeemed

In a jolt, in a panic, I arose and woke
For was I already distant in the seas
And stricken with agony, what could I do?
Yet here I am, at the bow, on my knees...

For all the glory the work my hands bring,
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For if on stage I walk with Latin praise?
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For a handshake high and a pat on the back
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For upon every exploration of this world,
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For the moments of laughter and moments of cheer,
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

There are only so many isles worthy of sea.
On my knees, I pray I'm carried back that way.
For mayst it take over one hundred moons more...

To discover an isle at sea,
Just as thee.