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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Hand in the Mist

"Come with me", said the voice in the mist as I took its light drenched hand...
I have too much to do on this earth to simply be no more...
I have children who depend on me... I have that goal to find God...
I have music yet to be heard...
I have that book I still want to write...
Oh hand in the mist, your offer is sound... But I'm not quite ready yet...
I take solace in knowing that you are there, but I think I'll stay here for awhile... As bad as the storms get, and as battered as I get, to remain here is something I must do...

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Tic Tic

The tic tic of time...
Death's icey fingers approaching us slowly or quickly...
For we know not what tomorrow brings...
The tide never retreats nor does the wind cease to blow...
The world marches on no matter the fallen or left behind...
It's that constant tic tic of time that makes you feel every year...
It makes you realize what is real...
It never wanes or stumbles...
It pauses not for even an instant...
And when we finally grasp it's meaning, it is far too late...
So dread the tic tic you hear, for it only means a tic closer to the end...

Monday, December 26, 2016

Wonder

I fly over the dull winter hills and valleys in my pre-dawn dreams...
Searching for that light that brightly shines...
I wrestle the nightmares away from my darkness...
My feet caught in the thick thistles and vines...
I sit in the church trying to catch a glimpse of God...
Even as Jesus whispers in my ear; I still can't see beyond the fog...
And as my eyes fall open to the plagues of this earth...
I still wonder about life, death, and birth...

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Please

Tired of the gloom here...
Waiting for a sign...
Waiting on that blue bird...
Perhaps another glass of wine...
Told I'm stupid and ugly...
Told I'm worthless and weak...
Those little voices from my head again begin to leak...
Running from what's real...
As the dreams finally cease...
Running from that nightmare, that sinner, that beast...
My heart is finally open as my blind eyes begin to see...
Crazy is as crazy does...
It's my mind I have to flee...

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Feel

Feel the darkness faultering through the light.
Feel the weary day slipping into the night...
Feel your memories creeping in...
Feel your soul fleeing from sin...
Feel her ghostly touch on your warm face...
Feel the cold breeze as you float ever closer to space...

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

The old man

The old man sneered; as the sickly odor of whiskey and cigarettes escaped his crooked mouth... 
He wasn't as old as his weathered face suggested, but old to me...
He looked at me with his piercing dark eyes and said, "son, have you been saved?" "Saved from what"? I rudely replied. "You know... Has Jesus saved your soul?"
I looked at him as if he was speaking Chinese... "No sir, I suppose not," I finally responded. Who was this old, drunk hypocrite asking ME about MY righteousness?
It was bitterly cold that late December night. I was picking up a few last minute Christmas gifts, and was headed to my car when the old man approached me. I scoffed at his remarks, and got into my car. He knocked on my window and I was about to ignore him and drive off until I saw his crudely written little sign... It read: "Deaf and dumb... Please give what you can... God bless you..."
I tearfully gave him all the cash I had, and when I got home I fell to my knees...
The old man had never uttered a word...

Monday, December 05, 2016

Winter

Winter, with her icy touch... Caressing my face with her cold fingers... The warmth of the summer sun, now a memory...
Doors have now been shut, and the ugly face of change peeks around the corner... I shutter with discontent... I cater to the disbelief of my anti convictions... Righteousness eludes me...
I take solace in the fact that the loving touch of spring will be here soon. Life will slowly reemerge from the frozen ground...
The winds will eventually change into the sweet smelling breaths of flowers...
And life, will go on...

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