"Poem to my Brother and Sister"
"Your Sister Was a Hero,"
(I wish I could tell this to my brother and sister)
"She built a temple to the Gods in Poetry form
And When she was sad she cried like the moon
She was beautiful and meek and mild
like someone that jesus would have died for
In her pain was the beginning of the world
and a hope for all things coming new
she saw a way out not clearly visible
and the antagonist was hunger cold and poverty
her greatest fear was to be homeless
and her next greatest fear was to lose the man she loved
she treaded on paths that no one really fathomed
they were jealous when the called her crazy
she was braver than most men and pretty too
and she is still fighting windmills under the sky
she wakes up and fights battles every day
and it is enough to know she is out there somewhere
still fighting still knowing still beautiful
and nothing has power to take that heart away"
In JEsus' Name,
Amen
Friday, November 10, 2017
"A Working Plan"
You Sleep, I'll keep watch
I'll sleep in the day and keep watch all night
anything to keep you warm
dark is dark and light is light
all things passing into and out of being
the good is good the bad is bad
all things are either one or the other
if something is too complex to understand
then break it down into its simpler parts
until it is easy to understand
things shift and change form
coming into and out of light
but all things must be either good or evil
in their most basic form an entity is an entity
and it must be one or another
there can be no shades of grey
everything is either black or white
if this is understood one can discern
between the light and the dark
what to keep and what to throw away
and knowing this, one can begin to grow anew
So you sleep, I'll keep watch
One passing into sleep another into light
all things coming new
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
You Sleep, I'll keep watch
I'll sleep in the day and keep watch all night
anything to keep you warm
dark is dark and light is light
all things passing into and out of being
the good is good the bad is bad
all things are either one or the other
if something is too complex to understand
then break it down into its simpler parts
until it is easy to understand
things shift and change form
coming into and out of light
but all things must be either good or evil
in their most basic form an entity is an entity
and it must be one or another
there can be no shades of grey
everything is either black or white
if this is understood one can discern
between the light and the dark
what to keep and what to throw away
and knowing this, one can begin to grow anew
So you sleep, I'll keep watch
One passing into sleep another into light
all things coming new
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
"My Hero"
In my life The men are Pigs
They Abuse Women and tell them What to Do
They Rape and Pillage and Destroy Others
They Weigh Heavy Sentences Upon the innocent and Undeserving
They Beat The Women and Children
Red-faced and furious they give instructions to be followed
I bow my head and attempt to obey
But madness is filled the hearts of these jealous patriarchs
There is one man In my life His Name was Theodore
He taught me that not every man is bad
He taught me that women have rights and freedoms
and he loved me with a powerful unending love
I knew that in his love the others couldn't harm me
That I was safe in his arms
They beat and maimed us, raped and pillaged
My husband was the only real man among them all
The only man I respected, The only man I could love
The only man who saw something In my that I could be
Something free and bright like a feather on the morning air
He gave it to me one afternoon
He restored to me my dignity, handing it weightlessly back into my hands
He was the only True Robin Hood
I was his wife and proud to be so
And there was another who lived in the shadows
He fights and wins and carries on
Giving courage to the little and the meek
The strongest of all, He was a great man
And he loved me for all that I ever was
He really really knew me, like air like water like light
And in him was a Courage flowing
He was my hero and he always will be
A champion of the little and underpriveledged
He gave rights and freedoms to the oppressed
in ways that I could not at first understand
He was truly the Greatest Man I Have Ever Known
The Wild Wind Whispers His Name
Whether I am Chopping Potatoes Or Waiting for his footfall
I hear him coming around my eaves
Warming up the dark and gloomy
and bringing light where light was lost
In my heart he would never leave me
I know he loves me more than I can ever know
I just smile to myself and watch him go
Proud to belong to him, My Hero
In my life The men are Pigs
They Abuse Women and tell them What to Do
They Rape and Pillage and Destroy Others
They Weigh Heavy Sentences Upon the innocent and Undeserving
They Beat The Women and Children
Red-faced and furious they give instructions to be followed
I bow my head and attempt to obey
But madness is filled the hearts of these jealous patriarchs
There is one man In my life His Name was Theodore
He taught me that not every man is bad
He taught me that women have rights and freedoms
and he loved me with a powerful unending love
I knew that in his love the others couldn't harm me
That I was safe in his arms
They beat and maimed us, raped and pillaged
My husband was the only real man among them all
The only man I respected, The only man I could love
The only man who saw something In my that I could be
Something free and bright like a feather on the morning air
He gave it to me one afternoon
He restored to me my dignity, handing it weightlessly back into my hands
He was the only True Robin Hood
I was his wife and proud to be so
And there was another who lived in the shadows
He fights and wins and carries on
Giving courage to the little and the meek
The strongest of all, He was a great man
And he loved me for all that I ever was
He really really knew me, like air like water like light
And in him was a Courage flowing
He was my hero and he always will be
A champion of the little and underpriveledged
He gave rights and freedoms to the oppressed
in ways that I could not at first understand
He was truly the Greatest Man I Have Ever Known
The Wild Wind Whispers His Name
Whether I am Chopping Potatoes Or Waiting for his footfall
I hear him coming around my eaves
Warming up the dark and gloomy
and bringing light where light was lost
In my heart he would never leave me
I know he loves me more than I can ever know
I just smile to myself and watch him go
Proud to belong to him, My Hero
"The Secrets"
The Secrets Flew In a Whirlwind about me
Banshees Breaking and tossing my things around
I really learned how to cry during this time
Very nearly died for all of them
The Secrets Grew and grew into a black shadow monster
That Growled and Beat its fists Upon the little door
And Panting told me all the things I could never do
And redfaced told me all I would never have
The beatings increased and grew over the months
I learned the happiness in pointless unwanted tears
I learned to softly cry to myself when there wasn't enough
And to bite my tongue when I was provoked by him
I learned that my husband's secrets were my personal hell
That his Secrets made me frightened and alone
Day after day the not-knowing pain increased and only
When he held me in his arms could I see light of day
If we loved one another more we would have killed ourselves
And I was sick from all the pain tears on my little hands
I prayed for a day of reckoning My husband's social life Grew
and grew until it was a great trouncing of dignity
And all manners had gone to the wind a great unending party
when I feared that great storm howling all around outside my home
it was a human storm not a physical one I learned to weep gently
and simply the beauty in refusing to die
refusing to die because it wasn't kind and it wasn't just
because the next day would surely bring day's evaporating light
The secrets of my husband's life became dense and intricate
I knew really nothing about his life anymore
where he came to, where he went, all those things about money
I was too afraid to ask and we fought alot too
The storm beat around my house and I prayed for an answer
heaven knows, I am praying still
Our love is a surreal and eternal thing
And noone can take it away from me
not now not ever they never will
I would rather die in this tomb than be told to recant
These words I speak are the outpouring of my own soul
and in the entanglements of broken love a steely heart lies unsevered
It will never be torn asunder
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
The Secrets Flew In a Whirlwind about me
Banshees Breaking and tossing my things around
I really learned how to cry during this time
Very nearly died for all of them
The Secrets Grew and grew into a black shadow monster
That Growled and Beat its fists Upon the little door
And Panting told me all the things I could never do
And redfaced told me all I would never have
The beatings increased and grew over the months
I learned the happiness in pointless unwanted tears
I learned to softly cry to myself when there wasn't enough
And to bite my tongue when I was provoked by him
I learned that my husband's secrets were my personal hell
That his Secrets made me frightened and alone
Day after day the not-knowing pain increased and only
When he held me in his arms could I see light of day
If we loved one another more we would have killed ourselves
And I was sick from all the pain tears on my little hands
I prayed for a day of reckoning My husband's social life Grew
and grew until it was a great trouncing of dignity
And all manners had gone to the wind a great unending party
when I feared that great storm howling all around outside my home
it was a human storm not a physical one I learned to weep gently
and simply the beauty in refusing to die
refusing to die because it wasn't kind and it wasn't just
because the next day would surely bring day's evaporating light
The secrets of my husband's life became dense and intricate
I knew really nothing about his life anymore
where he came to, where he went, all those things about money
I was too afraid to ask and we fought alot too
The storm beat around my house and I prayed for an answer
heaven knows, I am praying still
Our love is a surreal and eternal thing
And noone can take it away from me
not now not ever they never will
I would rather die in this tomb than be told to recant
These words I speak are the outpouring of my own soul
and in the entanglements of broken love a steely heart lies unsevered
It will never be torn asunder
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
You take something crooked and make it straight
Ever pressing forward for the light
You mend a garment until it falls gently upon you
And feel the passing storm or calm of night
Your courage goes before you in all instances
And underneath thy clothes is strength and honor
The dignity of the wife who has been faithful
and in all things diligent has a grace of its own
the marriage of two hearts is not an affair
it is not something a night can push asunder
the marriage of two hearts is an agreement between the two
and there is no fixed mark to chart thee from that star
the heart will find the one its purposes are seeking
the heart will follow on until it finds
the ones who answers all its quiet praying
the heart knows things that in the darkness dies
the heart knows truths that darkness cannot smother
the lights that God himself cannot put out
the love between our sheets is something sacred
There is a thing in marriage all without
without a binding without thread to break thee
no hearts can break after a certain time
my husband coming home all days may seek thee
and I am sitting here and getting warm
The heart is like an arrow in the battle
The tempest throws a boat all out at sea
Though hope may seem afar yet it is faithful
And God Will Surely Bring My Husband to me
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
Ever pressing forward for the light
You mend a garment until it falls gently upon you
And feel the passing storm or calm of night
Your courage goes before you in all instances
And underneath thy clothes is strength and honor
The dignity of the wife who has been faithful
and in all things diligent has a grace of its own
the marriage of two hearts is not an affair
it is not something a night can push asunder
the marriage of two hearts is an agreement between the two
and there is no fixed mark to chart thee from that star
the heart will find the one its purposes are seeking
the heart will follow on until it finds
the ones who answers all its quiet praying
the heart knows things that in the darkness dies
the heart knows truths that darkness cannot smother
the lights that God himself cannot put out
the love between our sheets is something sacred
There is a thing in marriage all without
without a binding without thread to break thee
no hearts can break after a certain time
my husband coming home all days may seek thee
and I am sitting here and getting warm
The heart is like an arrow in the battle
The tempest throws a boat all out at sea
Though hope may seem afar yet it is faithful
And God Will Surely Bring My Husband to me
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
Sunday, November 5, 2017
"Wrong"
I walked along the side of the road
Not Hoping For a safe way home
I didn't want anything just to be free
I wanted to fly away like a bird in the sky
I flew away in my heart and never returned
Its the ghost of me that's left behind
Pieces of me die when they can no longer see
You just die inside when there's no way to go
You cry and you pray and you die
I told myself all my life that things would be ok
I was wrong
In JEsus' Name,
Amen
I walked along the side of the road
Not Hoping For a safe way home
I didn't want anything just to be free
I wanted to fly away like a bird in the sky
I flew away in my heart and never returned
Its the ghost of me that's left behind
Pieces of me die when they can no longer see
You just die inside when there's no way to go
You cry and you pray and you die
I told myself all my life that things would be ok
I was wrong
In JEsus' Name,
Amen
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