ButcherMeat before your knifeSkinned and waiting to be slicedLeft danglingHoping you will cut me down instead of up.With strokes both careless and preciseThe blood - the blood that stains your knife
I would have given you my life,But you have taken more.
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G E T T H E E T O A N U N N E R Y
BelovedI should be stronger for you Dear,Not dieing in the darkness here,Rotting from the inside outDevoured by my fear.I'de be a shining star for you,A broken satelliteBurning off her energyTo guide you through the night,But all I do is gaurd the gateAnd keep its doors thrown wideIn hopes you will return to meWhile darkness slips inside.And how it storms the parapetsAnd shakes my every stoneand echoes through my hallways,Child, you are so alone.You are waiting for a ghostthat will not come again.Nothing is outside your walls,And Nothings coming in.Are you a prisoner or a foolWho stays yet trembles so,Cloistered in these crubling wallsUnable to let go?For cowardice we mock you.Upon your strength we feed,And if you hear his cries outsideYou should not pay them heed,For they are nothing but the windThat whistles in the still,And if your house is empty,Then we are here to fill.And if your heart is heavy,Then we can take that too.There's lots of things
HindsiteDear- in the headlightsWe stood in the road unflinching.It's too late to pass the buck.
P.S.Swan feathers brushingPink lemonade stratosphere,Pallid moon mirroringA smeared staring sun,As Fenrir snarls and stretches,Slinking silently skyward.
CampsiteI do not mind the feeling of icy waterIn the morning on dry, chapped hands,The scrubbing of bowls and pots with sandIn the pale autumn light.These are the clean discomforts of life lived,And sun warmed stones and star soaked nights can make amends Say amen to the prayers that such days could last forever.But I am answered never never again.And there the knife sinks deepAs the past is waked from sleep,Defiant and pounding its fists in anger But the leaves of today leave concern from their color,As bright with me as without they do not dignify my dolorWith pity for the memoryOf what makes one day full and one day empty."Fool," they say "All things must die in time,"And so I stand stripped bare beneath the sky,Inhaling wood smoke wafting in the wind,And feel all Nature's life come to an end.
We PrayWe pray for a hope that can heal a landSpreading the good news of what God has plannedHelp us shine Your love in the darkest nightBringing more lost ones to the lightWe pray that your spirit will fuel a fireAs we set our sights on realms much higherThan the fleeting desires of world and sinLord, cleanse our spirits from withinWe pray for a willingness to beYour way of setting the captives freeServing with humility and graceSo that, through us, they see Your faceWe pray that the whole world will knowThe power inside that makes us glowWith joy that flows through what we doMay we bring people back to You!
VVindicate me, mighty Lord,Victory comes not by sword,Vile the death brought in by sin,Vanquish what is old within.Vine and branches bearing fruitViewed as signs of God's pursuit.Vainest glories, stay behind,Virtue crowns the humble mind.
His BattleShock and tears fill my eyes when I read the newsIt never occured to me his battle, he could loseI find myself pleading for it not to be realeverytime I think about it, heartache is what I feelIt's been two days, yet tears flow so much I can barely seeBut this whispered voice in my mind says he'll always be with meI understand that now he feels no pain, and is with God in His perfect landI still see the words he said to me in each conversation and their so grandWe were just beginning to grow closer and open up to one another at nightwith each caring, accepting word, I felt better about myself in the morning lightThere is no denying that I will love and miss Dewayne foreverUntil the day I'm called Home and we can see one anotherTogether with those who have passed in God's perfect place aboveFull of glory, caring, sharing and such a sincere loveBut until that day arrives, I'll shed tears then wipe them awayAnd do what he would want me to do, until I get to see him again so
Sonnet LXIIOp. 26, no. 2LampsSin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd clouds this lamp that lights my fevered brainWhen I believe these pleasures satisfyThe deepest longings given selfish reign.To see creation as a basic meansTo satisfy the myriad of youthful lustsIs instability, because it leansOn wants that crumble quickly into dust.My hope is that I might not acquiesceIn chasing things shortsightedly pathetic,But powered by the Spirit, try my bestTo understand the lasting things majestic,And make my mark, fulfill the ministryThat I was called to leave a legacy.
Odin's TaskWhat does "an eye for an eye" mean?Steal away what was lost?Or is it more than what is seen?Wisdom at any cost!Power hungry, I hear them call,But their vision is truly small.Power hungry?Power hungry!Ha! I ought to conquer them all.What does "an eye for an eye" mean?Is it Vengeance perhaps?A greater sense, one far more keen?Or wisdom for whom lapse?I need to know the words I seek.Scour works, interest at its peak!I need to know...I need to know...That I do not grow ever weak.What does "an eye for a eye" mean?Nine days I hungered soAnd at nights: thirst. All as to gleanfrom runes, wisdom through woe,The primal truth that of this realmIn search of growth I'm at the helm.The primal truth?The primal truth...?May the mead of blood overwhelm!
promise your eyesgather your hopelet Love be no strangerhold them dearupon this path of dangerwatch your stepthe trail here gets steepit's a slippery slopeand consequences are deeprelinquish feardoubts need only a seedguard your hearthave faith take the leadclimb with convictionlook to the prizebeyond today's' troublepromise your eyes
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departBut lose not heartNor give a moanAs I go down the porcelain throne.