Road to Ever Land - POEM of the MONTH!

Road to Ever Land
 
Dead to sin but shackled to veins
Whether I crawl or stand
I am alive with you
To Ever Land

With my back to the ground
And my face to the sky
I call your name
With a cry
 
When the darkness attacks
And the enemy is near
Inside the cave
Nothing clear
 
Sheep run to slaughter
From trouble in the street
By an angel of light
Full of deceit
 
With my face to the ground
And my back to the sky

I call your name
With a cry
 
Take me
I’m falling
Hold me
I’m calling
 
When shadows rise and lurk
But your renewal is near
Inside my soul
You are clear
 
When the moonlight shines
And the road is dim
You lead the way
Sunny or grim
 
When the night kisses the dawn
Your dreams touch the nigh
You call my name
With a cry
 
You conquered death
Lifted me from the sand
I am alive with you
In Ever Land

Matt Brown's Favourite Poem - Special Edition

Matt Brown’s Favourite Poem

A time, and a time again
He heard the whisper
Over the starry rooftop
Then ignored the accuser
A part of the greater family
Retreated from the façade
Part of the bride, with his       
He is here, we thank God

Image courtesy of Matt Brown

Though time divides
By space or not
Friend and brother
We never forgot 

Return to cemetry gates
But only in reminiscence
He writes of a robot toaster
With intellectual abundance
Though with frosted head
And lines read between
Wisdom written on his face
Not from the silver screen
 
A legacy for many, he lives
And departs his experience
To the next generation
Not sole, but his soul audience
Blinded by faith and sight
With and without doubts
His steps stay the course
Stand firm! The rock shouts
 
Though time divides
By space or not
Friend and brother
We never forgot
 
The greater family, our names
Written in the book of Eternity
The survivor has more to write
Until that day of immortality

~

(Inspired by the title, not the content, of "Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem" by Peter Murphy.)

Tomatoes - a short story

Tomatoes

"Tomato debris on the church building."
by Mr. Muddy Suitman is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

There once was a church with some believers who disagreed with others on a specific topic. Sometimes the disagreement escalated into shouting, other times into gossip and even insults. They all believed that Jesus is the Vine, and the believers are the branches. But soon they allowed their disagreement to divide. So, some attended the new “Church of Tomatoes Are Fruit,” and some attended “Tomatoes Are a Vegetable Church,” while several others were so disenfranchised they no longer attended church nor ate tomatoes. One day, when no one was looking, many of them got tomatoes in their eyes when Jesus returned. 

Spirit - POEM of the MONTH!

Spirit
 
My mind struggles
To visit my soul;
My soul is distraught
By my rebellious spirit
 

My spirit craves

For my mind to understand;

My mind reaches out

But cannot fill my spirit

 

"The Clearing Mist" by 
Richard Walker Photography 
is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

My soul is empty

Without the Spirit;

The Spirit satisfies

My mind and soul

 

Clock on the Wall - POEM of the MONTH!

Clock on the Wall

 

There’s a clock on the wall

And it’s counting backward

In time to realize the fall

Of my criminal buzzard

 

The sunrise at midnight

Is just a dream or nightmare

In the opposite of light

Nothing is truly clear

 

Time and time, just once

In a life, to see the sign

To see my utter defiance

Because none of its benign

 

Open the door, don’t brag

While in the thick fog

I will raise the white flag

Because there’s no epilogue

 

Shepherds feed their sheep

Farmers reap what they sow

While the grasshoppers weep

And ants planned long ago

 

There’s a clock on the wall

And its counting will cease

In time for the harvest of all

To eternal death, or peace

I Swallowed the Sunrise - POEM of the MONTH!

I Swallowed the Sunrise

I swallowed the sunrise

When I forgave you again

When the horizon said goodnight

Your darkness was hard to forget

 

You poured out your pride

At the top of the mountain

From the vista on high

I saw every carved canyon

 

Don’t ask me to love you

Don’t pray for tomorrow

Don’t expect me to follow

You’re on your own tonight

We drank with a toast

To our mutual award

Mine perched in the heavens

Yours within a crevasse

 

My darkness was hard to forget

When the horizon said goodnight

But I forgave myself again

When I swallowed the sunrise

 

Don’t ask me to love you

Don’t pray until tomorrow

Don’t expect me to follow

I’m on my own tonight

Shackled to Veins (Reprised Extended Version) POEM of the MONTH!

Shackled to Veins (Reprised Extended Version)

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a home-sickness,
or a love-sickness. It is a reaching out toward expression;
an effort to find fulfillment."
- Robert Frost

I am bound to the gravity
Of each situation I pass
From the fall of an hourglass
Met in restrained antiquity
Which limits creativity
By the links in my chains
As I am shackled to veins.

 
As I am shackled to veins
And recall past stains
Which provide creativity
Only realized by iniquity
For the perpetual papyrus
Unlike an angel’s compass
I am inspired by this gravity

~

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