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John Velasco Sep 2016
The wooden aroma of time-stained pages
Breathe life to shadows of golden ages
They tell of stars observing our lands
And brilliance that shaped such minds and such hands
With passion, adventure, deep hunger, resolve
Sought knowledge and power no time could dissolve
True faith and virtue, bold science and arts
Our foundations were dreamt in the most stalwart of hearts
Their soundtrack is us, this life as we know
Alive and exploring all life has to show

As births of new babes, in love so conceived
Live lives unchosen in this moment received
Their chapters will blossom in solitude souls
To discover their reasons and magnificent roles
Each life is a treasure by choice and design
A legacy made before that hour resigned
Let's inspire each other, let's cherish this gift
And break all difference that cause us to drift
Our personal story will never repeat
But find rest in His Story, a journey complete.
John Velasco Jan 2013
Sitting a row in front, her forehead rests on a tanned hand
perhaps in simple boredom, her thoughts
caged in by the rays of sunlight washing her brunette hair.
The train rattles on, passing empty shopfronts
and two boys racing each other on bicycles
I yawn, breathing the laziness around
'I could sit next to her' I imagine
my eyes fixed on her delicate eyelashes, but
foolishness is embarrassing
so I yawn again.
If love could be defined, it certainly cannot be
two strangers with unacquainted hearts.
That's not love - that's a childish crush, a fatal attraction,
an act of stalking!
Sigh.
OH she's leaving. Wait
Beauty.. Heaven.. Strawberries..!
You.. Me.. love.. Love!


gone
John Velasco Jan 2013
Can you see me from your distant presence?
I feel irrelevant
as you navigate your own way
through self-directed courses
under the vast sky
courageous, determined
In my mind I always believed myself to be
your faithful watchtower
Leading you safely from Life's perils into my secure surround
I ask, do you still trust me?
Restless,
I attempt to re-capture you with a glaring intensity
I anticipate, hoping you'd
notice
But you don't respond.
I feel sunken, an eerie darkness, as you steer away  
Your sights toward the moonlit horizon
And now it seems
we're
oceans apart.
Hopeless, I'm left standing
Alone
like a lighthouse.
John Velasco Jan 2013
Can you see, the relevancy
Of you and me beneath this tree
This Cross of life that came to be
When a lie was told, so sinfully

For you and I, from babe to old
Will learn a truth that had once been told
That our hearts and minds had once been sold
To a devilish prince, who had once been gold

But now he lurks like twisted vines
Into the world's unsuspecting minds
To plant more lies, deceives, reminds
That we're worthless junk with sins of kinds

Don't listen, don't hear, just close your eyes
Instead set heart to heavenly skies
Where all nature sings a praise that rise
To glorify a King so eternal wise

This King is God, who so loved us all
He sent His Son to catch our fall
With all His might, His blood, His all
Gave His beautiful Name for us to call

So make today that day you make
A decision that'll make your spirit wake
Believe in Jesus who will powerfully take
Your pain, your death, your fiery lake

This life is short, don't wait to die
When it's way too late to even try
To turn around and say goodbye
To a life of pain not worth your while

So can you see the relevancy
Of you and me redeemed, set free
Released in faith to truly see
Our hearts are God's, eternally.
John Velasco Jan 2013
This beating heart is an ironic cage
Nestled in skins so fragile when brave
Knowing no limits with magic so tall
I trip on illusions and catastrophically fall
Yet I'll continue to hope, she's a wonderful star
Though never to catch her, she's simply too far
True, heaven's the limit and vast is the sky
But it's simply too foolish to think I can fly
The dream will live on, perhaps she'll fall from her place
And I'll be ready to catch her, with some charm and some grace
So I'll wait from a galaxy in a mysterious cave
And keep making adventures so ironic when brave.
John Velasco Jan 2013
Inspiration coming and 
going and sometimes
dying...
Unless! It
transforms into cascading
words mimicking a
Decorated Commander 
demanding respect, and
Attention! Sit up straight
or I'll whack your back
with my poetic hat
What's up with that? You 
changed the subject in the middle of
my tummy is 
a belly button
that dances silly
until inspiration
dies,
dies,
DIES!!!
John Velasco Jan 2013
You see as a boy, I never grew tall
Got teased by the locals, the names they would call
Tired of this cruelty, I pursued this one dream
To become important and held in esteem
So I became a tax-collector, so impressed with my pay
To afford all the happiness to last night and day.

To be brutally honest, my judgment was wrong
No friends came to greet me, no one sang me a song
In darkness I lay weary, just gazing the sky
And wondered if ever my tears would run dry
Then I heard about Jesus, who'd walk through our roads
And do great wonders, to unburden our loads.

So in a fit of excitement, I pushed through the crowd
And climbed up a tree, as my height was not loud
He looked up and He summoned for me to come down
As He wanted to pass me that beautiful Crown
I wept as He told me He loved me within
New life has embraced me, set free from my sin.
Inspired by Luke 19:1-10
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