"tailwinds" poems
The sun sets and the moon rises,
the moon sets and the sun rises.
The wind will catch my hair and drift me away from this world
and the clouds will sway to the drum of my heart.
When the tides of the sea have calmed down,
the sand will grip to each and every centimeter of me.
The Earth tilts and the seasons change,
the Earth tilts again and the seasons change again.
And my mind will wander into the deep abyss while the rest of the Earth's memories of each day will become a distant chimera.
The trees grow and their roots go deeper,
the roots are ripped out and the tree dies.
The tailwinds cry and the silence is broken,
and warm winds carry me into the vacuum of space;
a sea of stars and I'm drowning;
whatever happens, happens.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
#*When all of worldly beauty's lost
When form and face have borne the cost
Of life's sojourn upon this earth
A greater glory then springs forth
When vanity is cast aside
With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride
At last a better hope I see
One anchored in eternity
When no one gives a second glance
Or offers promise of romance
I know the One whose love is true
Who looks beyond what most men do
When wit and charm have fled from thought
And company's no longer sought
There's still One friend who longs to hear
My every word, desire and fear
When awkwardness is more the rule
Than competence and being cool
His words I hear so gently spoken,
"Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken."
When those around me criticize
With disapproval in their eyes
He spreads His arms with full embrace
And wears acceptance on His face
When kindred spirit can't be found
And understanding's wayward bound
The One who knows me best will be
Thinking precious thoughts toward me
When foot is slipping, mind astray
From trying to fix things my own way
He rescues me with hourly grace
And sets me in a spacious place
When economic tailwinds stall
While monetary riches fall
He calibrates my heart's due trust
Toward treasure that can't rot or rust
When all my naught attempts at fame
Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame
I seek the fame of Him instead
Who calls my name and lifts my head
When youth and vigor fade away
And triumph seems an ancient day
My strength can rest in One who brings
Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings
When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make
Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall
To kiss that One who is my ALL*#
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
the wind wants to be visible, and even has a new color to show us...the wind knows how we are and knows that some will taunt it if they see the wind being blown by wind. The wind will not be pushed around by people who want to make things they see disappear. So i do bad stuff and they can't even see me. I'm gay, but i also carry farts right to these judgmental people's noses. In yo face! The funny thing is, these people actually think it's their **** Breaking wind huh? I just broke you dog! You can't break wind boy! You betta getcha a windbreaker! TBAG! Shut ya mouf! Tailwinds from now on *******
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC