I wrote this and posted it a couple of years ago but wanted to re-post it to honor those who serve.
-Plastic Figurines-
Toy soldiers don't bleed.
No need
to repair
their tiny plastic
legs and arms
after pretend warfare.
Toy soldiers don't grieve.
Figurines
don't weep on sleeves
of fellow families.
Toy soldiers don't die.
No twenty-one gun salute.
No black suits.
No folded flag burial
or half mast memorial.
No,
toy soldiers don't die,
grieve
or bleed
like real life
army and marines.
No,
this is not playtime
this is not make believe.
5/28/12
5/25/12
-Only He-
Only He
can mend the cracks
in the glass
of my past.
Only He
puts faith
in my faithless chest
when times of stress
make me trust less.
Only He
can bear this burden
and tear the curtain
to make me free.
Only He
pulled the bullets
from the devil's gun
and claimed the battle won.
Only He
dipped His shoulder
to knock down the boulder
and stride out strong
into the morning sun.
///
6/10
can mend the cracks
in the glass
of my past.
Only He
puts faith
in my faithless chest
when times of stress
make me trust less.
Only He
can bear this burden
and tear the curtain
to make me free.
Only He
pulled the bullets
from the devil's gun
and claimed the battle won.
Only He
dipped His shoulder
to knock down the boulder
and stride out strong
into the morning sun.
///
6/10
5/23/12
-Evil Undone-
Rape,
murder,
corruption of young.
Lies,
deception,
slanderous tongues.
Someday evil acts
will be undone,
that time is not now
that time has not come.
///
8/10
murder,
corruption of young.
Lies,
deception,
slanderous tongues.
Someday evil acts
will be undone,
that time is not now
that time has not come.
///
8/10
1/25/11
1/23/11
-Pale Revenge-
Revenge works in reverse.
With every corpse
it's clear.
The killer
is still empty
and fruitless
after endless attempts
to slake
the hate thirst.
The barren bone yard
overflows
with the broken bones
of forgotten foes.
So reverse your revenge,
extend grace.
///
10/10
With every corpse
it's clear.
The killer
is still empty
and fruitless
after endless attempts
to slake
the hate thirst.
The barren bone yard
overflows
with the broken bones
of forgotten foes.
So reverse your revenge,
extend grace.
///
10/10
10/12/10
-Gray And Black-
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
///
9/10
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
///
9/10
8/9/10
-Heavy-
Weighted words
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.
///
7/10
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.
///
7/10
8/8/10
Lyrics By Iron And Wine-Upward Over The Mountain-From The Album 'The Creek Drank The Cradle'
I love Iron and Wine and this song's been stuck in my head for over a week now. Enjoy.
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
7/31/10
-Band Aids-
Band aids on bullet holes
won't hold
the blood back
from the gashes
of past attacks.
We are wounded,
broken people,
even we
under the steeple.
///
7/10
We all have issues. Life is complex and messy, not nice and neat. There are no 'quick fixes'.
won't hold
the blood back
from the gashes
of past attacks.
We are wounded,
broken people,
even we
under the steeple.
///
7/10
We all have issues. Life is complex and messy, not nice and neat. There are no 'quick fixes'.
7/28/10
Art, Michelle Suarez
Michelle Suarez, wife of Marco Suarez who I featured a couple months ago, is quite talented. What a gifted couple! Michelle's pillows are one of a kind, handmade and so unique. And they're made from really great detailed and textured materials. You won't be disappointed! Click HERE to view her Etsy page.
7/26/10
-Age Gauging Mirrors-
Nothing reminds
of how fast
time has passed
like reflective glass.
Age never clearer
than when I peer
into a time-telling mirror.
///
7/10
of how fast
time has passed
like reflective glass.
Age never clearer
than when I peer
into a time-telling mirror.
///
7/10
7/24/10
-Hollow Words-
I believe
what I speak
about the One I follow,
but my speech
is often
empty and hollow.
Shallow actions
don't meet
with the depths
of my belief,
preferring ease
to standing strong
on two feet.
Watered down words
won't mean a thing
if my life
won't reflect
what I truly think,
if my faith and allegiance
hinge on convenience.
///
7/10
This is just me voicing my struggle to put my actions and life in line with what I say I believe. I can definitely be a hypocrite at times. It's easy to say this and that but unless backed up, words can be weak, actions are what speak.
what I speak
about the One I follow,
but my speech
is often
empty and hollow.
Shallow actions
don't meet
with the depths
of my belief,
preferring ease
to standing strong
on two feet.
Watered down words
won't mean a thing
if my life
won't reflect
what I truly think,
if my faith and allegiance
hinge on convenience.
///
7/10
This is just me voicing my struggle to put my actions and life in line with what I say I believe. I can definitely be a hypocrite at times. It's easy to say this and that but unless backed up, words can be weak, actions are what speak.
7/21/10
Lyrics By Joe Pug-Hymn #101-From The Album 'Nation Of Heat EP'
Joe Pug's voice sounds so wise and experienced, yet he's only in his early twenties. Enjoy.
and i've come to know the wishlist of my father
i've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished
i've come to wish aloud
among the over-dressed crowd
come to witness now the sinking of the ship
throwing pennies from the seatop next to it
and i've come to roam the forest past the village
with a dozen lazy horses in my cart
i've come here to get high
to do more than just get by
i've come to test the timber of my heart
oh i've come to test the timber of my heart
and i've come
to be untroubled in my seeking
and i've come
to see that nothing is for naught
i've come to reach out blind
to reach forward and behind
for the more I seek the more I'm sought
yeah the more I seek the more I'm sought
and i've come to meet the sheriff and his posse
to offer him the broad side of my jaw
i've come here to get broke
then maybe bum a smoke
we'll go drinking two towns over after all
oh we'll go drinking two towns over after all
and i've come to meet the legendary takers
i've only come to ask them for a lot
oh they say i come with less
than i should rightfully possess
i say the more i buy the more i'm bought
and the more i'm bought the less i cost
and i've come
to take their servants and their surplus
and i've come
to take their raincoats and their speed
i've come to get my fill
to ransack and spill
i've come to take the harvest for the seed
i've come to take the harvest for the seed
and i've come to know the manger that you sleep in
i've come to be the stranger that you keep
i've come from down the road
and my footsteps never slowed
and before we met i knew we'd meet
before we met i knew we'd meet
and i've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches
i've come to closely listen to you sing
i've come here to insist
that i leave here with a kiss
i've come to say exactly what i mean
and i mean so many things
and you've come
to know me stubborn as a butcher
and you've come
to know me thankless as a guest
will you recognize my face
when god's awful grace
strips me of my jacket and my vest
and reveals all the treasure in my chest
and i've come to know the wishlist of my father
i've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished
i've come to wish aloud
among the over-dressed crowd
come to witness now the sinking of the ship
throwing pennies from the seatop next to it
and i've come to roam the forest past the village
with a dozen lazy horses in my cart
i've come here to get high
to do more than just get by
i've come to test the timber of my heart
oh i've come to test the timber of my heart
and i've come
to be untroubled in my seeking
and i've come
to see that nothing is for naught
i've come to reach out blind
to reach forward and behind
for the more I seek the more I'm sought
yeah the more I seek the more I'm sought
and i've come to meet the sheriff and his posse
to offer him the broad side of my jaw
i've come here to get broke
then maybe bum a smoke
we'll go drinking two towns over after all
oh we'll go drinking two towns over after all
and i've come to meet the legendary takers
i've only come to ask them for a lot
oh they say i come with less
than i should rightfully possess
i say the more i buy the more i'm bought
and the more i'm bought the less i cost
and i've come
to take their servants and their surplus
and i've come
to take their raincoats and their speed
i've come to get my fill
to ransack and spill
i've come to take the harvest for the seed
i've come to take the harvest for the seed
and i've come to know the manger that you sleep in
i've come to be the stranger that you keep
i've come from down the road
and my footsteps never slowed
and before we met i knew we'd meet
before we met i knew we'd meet
and i've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches
i've come to closely listen to you sing
i've come here to insist
that i leave here with a kiss
i've come to say exactly what i mean
and i mean so many things
and you've come
to know me stubborn as a butcher
and you've come
to know me thankless as a guest
will you recognize my face
when god's awful grace
strips me of my jacket and my vest
and reveals all the treasure in my chest
7/17/10
-Embedded-
Ten black staples
plunged beneath the skin,
fusing as one,
ever slowly
but surely
converging the hatred
and the hater.
Flesh meshing
with bone deep embedded anger.
///
7/10
plunged beneath the skin,
fusing as one,
ever slowly
but surely
converging the hatred
and the hater.
Flesh meshing
with bone deep embedded anger.
///
7/10
7/13/10
-Sugar Coated Throat-
These words you spew,
this news
forms a noose
slowly choking me.
Make no excuse
for the truth,
say what you really mean.
///
6/10
this news
forms a noose
slowly choking me.
Make no excuse
for the truth,
say what you really mean.
///
6/10
7/11/10
-Wolves-
Two wolves wage war
within me.
Love and hate
together
in the same cage.
Struggling,
bleeding,
panting for breath,
one long battle
to the death.
With each deed,
one takes the lead.
Which wolf will win?
The one I continue to feed.
///
6/10
within me.
Love and hate
together
in the same cage.
Struggling,
bleeding,
panting for breath,
one long battle
to the death.
With each deed,
one takes the lead.
Which wolf will win?
The one I continue to feed.
///
6/10
7/9/10
Art, Tom Lane aka Ginger Monkey
Tom Lane, also known as 'Ginger Monkey' is incredibly talented. Check out his WEBSITE to see his design, illustrations and more.
7/7/10
-Deceit-
His lies and deceit
repeat the defeat
of her trust.
Broken eyes leak
from three weeks
in a deep weep.
Invisible bars
keep her inside
as what-if scenarios
play over in her mind.
///
6/10
repeat the defeat
of her trust.
Broken eyes leak
from three weeks
in a deep weep.
Invisible bars
keep her inside
as what-if scenarios
play over in her mind.
///
6/10
7/6/10
-Inward Autumn-
Dry leaves crunch
under the weight
of weary shoes.
Right,
left,
forward steps
through the steep of the hill
and the slope of the glen.
November's weather
and brownish hues
move me towards
righting wrongs
and moving on.
Seasons come
seasons go,
some with warmth
some with snow.
///
6/10
Although I wrote this in the summer, it felt like autumn in my mind - Reflective, contemplative and somber.
under the weight
of weary shoes.
Right,
left,
forward steps
through the steep of the hill
and the slope of the glen.
November's weather
and brownish hues
move me towards
righting wrongs
and moving on.
Seasons come
seasons go,
some with warmth
some with snow.
///
6/10
Although I wrote this in the summer, it felt like autumn in my mind - Reflective, contemplative and somber.
7/5/10
Lyrics By Bon Iver-Flume-From The Album 'For Emma, Forever Ago'
I've been so in love with this album since it came out. The unique sound and the mood just does something to me. It sets a small burning fire in my chest, keeping me warm deep down no matter the cold or darkness I may be surrounded by. It is without a doubt, my most wanted album on vinyl.
I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon
I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more
Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns --
Reddish ruse
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon
I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon
I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more
Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns --
Reddish ruse
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon
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