Monday, August 3, 2009

Six Poems

1. Be Free
One day, we’ll meet again.
But for now, it’s your time.
Time for your dance.
Time for your run.
Be free, Granddad and hug your maker.
Your spirit will always be with us,
Your words will guide us from the sideline.
One day, we’ll meet you at the field.

2. Personal Hell
Afraid of silence,
Afraid of love,
Afraid of happiness,
Afraid of pain,
Afraid of everything.

I create a world
Where no one feels.
We walk alone.
We’re always numb.
Our own personal hell.

A hell that no one knows
Except me and the voice within my mind.
My own stream of consciousness,
Kills me soul.
I am dead now.

Not physically dead,
But mentally and emotionally.
Dig my gave, deep in the ground,
But not so deep, I can’t feel the rain.

3. Monkey Bars
Blistered hands and dangling feet,
I continue down the monkey bars.
The end is in sight
And yet so far away.
My hand slips,
And I bring it back up.
Five more bars,
Four more bars,
Three more bars,
Two.
I make it across,
Healthy and strong.
Then I turn around
And go back
To follow the endless path
Of the life we lead.
I learn from my past,
And find strength to keep moving
As I continue down the monkey bars.

4. Untitled Four
O Lord, where are you when I need you most?
Why do you hide when I am on my knees?
I call and I call and I call,
But you do not answer.
I go through life dazed and confused,
Then you come and lift me out of high waters
When I expect it least.
You save my soul from Satan’s kiss
And show me where the path starts.
I question, but I follow
For I know you are never wrong.
You are the strength in my spine
And the sense in my mind.
I always call to you,
Because you are my lighthouse.

5. Nature
Nature is like love;
It holds beauty and life.
It is like pain.
That slowly fades away.
It is like a soft blanket,
That always warms your soul.
It is like people,
Who change through time.
It is breathe taking,
Much like the beauty in your eyes.




6. Untitled Five
If I could hide in a tree,
Or in the leaves on the ground,
I would stay there forever.
Forever with the lions who protect me.
Forever with the deer who warm me.
The trees would block the rain from me,
And they would shade me in the heat.
To live in the woods,
Is to live in the night.
To hunt mice with the owls,
And to run with the mice.

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