A prince came in peace and they reviled him. A king came in humility and they rejected him. A wise man spoke and they mocked him. The son of God offered redemption and they crucified him. If they will do this to him, then what will the world do to me?

Dark skies with a Purple hue roll over the landscape. Trees come to life as old buildings fade. Silver lights shine around new things that are growing, the soul of mans time is dying. The world quakes as history unravels. Myth is becoming fact and reality that was is now fantasy. Elves emerge from hidden realms covered by mist. Dwarfs shake off the dust of the deep earth and crack open clefts in the mountains. The moon is joined by a lesser soul mate as one is Silver and the other Green. They mix to cast an eerie light on the earth below. What was is not and what was forgotten is now new. So is a world reborn from chaos to a new order of things.

The emotions swirl inside of me, like dark jewels they roll around and glisten with a black light. The turmoil of my soul is a constant reminder of my indecision. Round and round  the pit of my stomach turns, I try to get it out, but I cannot speak or even write down what I am feeling. I feel like I cannot breath as I try to express myself. All I have is a sea of letters trapped in the treasuries of my creative nature. I am going under and I am not sure I will come back. My pen has failed me and I cannot speak coherently. I am drowning in words and do not know how much longer I can stay afloat.

Oh Lillies Frost White that sway gently in the Wind. They Mark a place of rest that beckons others to join them. Beneath an endless sky in a land where there is eternal day and sorrow is forgotten as all tears have gone away. The Parting was with great sorrow, but it is only for a little while. For by a Crystal River, I will soon stand and again see you smile. So hold fast and run your race, for the morning will come soon and in the peace that is called heaven will be joined again my friend

I have a neighbor that needs help. I write a great many poems but many are about how we can help each other. If anyone would like to give just 5 dollars you can find the fund raiser at facebook under the name of James Vined. I know the site got a typeo and won't fix it readily. Thanks

I am a sprocket a cog in the wheel. I squeak occasionally and must be oiled and tightened up. If the machine is to run I must do my part. If one cog fails then the machine will come to a halt. So onward I turn, grinding the other gears. When we mesh we do extraordinary work, but when we miss a turn nothing will go right.

I speak my mind but no one listens. I scream but no one pays attention. So I stop talking and start doing. I find one problem then I solve it. Then I move on to the next. One person at at a time, one problem at a time. I make it my own affair to help others instead of myself. Little by little, my life begins to change. I see the world begin to close in around me. When I was screaming no one would listen, but now that I am quiet and doing something about it, my words of action seem to speak louder than I ever could.