I wrote a jukebox program
  For the computer
  I find music on the intenet
  It helps me program
     More programs for the computer

I see people in Ibiza
  I watch them all moving
  To the sound and they smile
  It helps me focus on what
     I can't do. But wish to.

My mind's sight is drawn
   Into focus as they bounce
   Their dresses flipping
   Their arms beating the sky
      No reason. I don't ask why

Together they are moving
   Do they imagine I see
   Their smiles across the miles
   Through time and space.
      I sit, in the dark.


     And dream of dancing.


dr. mgmorrell 14-Feb-2016

Glory

I look into the tunnel
That leads to the future.

Oh I see glory shining in a tiny spot.
Coming from the future. I see Zion shining.

But the way through is narrow
and darkness is scarey in that line.

Can I walk it, so often alone?
Can I possibly reach that Light?

The Glory is calling. The tunnel does
not turn Up. It stays straight and on Earth.

Will the Earth be filled with
that Glory?

Will there be fig trees?
Will the swords be ruined and made into plow-shears?

Will people live so long then that if they die
People will say, one hundred? So young.

Will there be knowledge instead of
ignorance?

Will there be an end of disease and of
abuse?

Will women and men all be treated as
the equals they are?

Will religions end and other reasons for
hate?

I believe it to be as I have said,
as I have been told all these years.
In the real Bible.

For It says that God said,
But as truly as I live,
all the earth shall be filled with
The glory of the LORD.


mgmorrell 1/20/2016
from thoughts on num 14:21

did i not give you enough money
did i not give you a good grade
did i not remember to call you honey
did i ever forget to hold your hand

did i fail to meet your expectations
i imagine and realize i did not
if i am a source of funds i know
it was never enough

if I was a source of learning maybe
i never taught you enough stuff
if I was a source of interesting times
i blew it and now know i was not the right kind

of husband
of dad
of friend you wanted
to have

i could not ever be where you wanted
at every moment of your life
did i hold any promise in your eyes?
i think not you just made me say something
and then called it all lies

as early as I can remember
women only like to say one thing
"no, you don't", and then "you are a liar"
"unless you are god, i don't need you"

perhaps if i had been a king or some thing
that you really wanted, that you really needed
that would have been better for you
you keep reminding me, and dangling me,
entangling me, and then say "do you love me?"

"do I love you"? I have often been told
I don't love anyone, in fact I have been told
"you hate everyone". By those "closest", lover
and friend, mother and then

They leave. They abandon. They turn away.
In anger. There is clearly nobody on earth
to whom I am more than a source of something.
But never enough. and never. A source of me.

mgmorrell
6 march 2016