I Saw The Colors

•November 20, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I Saw The Colors

Red and green, yellow and blue

The sound they left had me

Thinking of you

The times in the fields where we played

Together, like an orchestra all in one

Each a different hue

This rendered me helpless

In a great new way

Helpless to speak, left to cry

To cry alone that day

Please say you love me and

That you will never go away

So that your colors of laughter

And love stay with me today

Fields of Glory

•October 15, 2018 • Leave a Comment

So beautiful the wordless entries in my mind.

Melodies spoken, recorded indeed

From the very beginning of time.

Looking out from the mountain tops

His Glory Divine

Worship The King for you and for mine.

Struggles below seeking comfort and joy

Efforts put forth to manhood from boy.

Seek ye now the Kingdom of God

Run along now old soldier

Run from the fields, fields of blood

Where you had trod.

Leaving no sign of the ghosts that are past

Seeking the solicitude, now and forever

The end of fighting at last.

Glory Glory Hallelujah you cry

The suffering has ended

It’s done where you lie.

Lift up your head oh creatures large and small

To welcome The King, yes The King

The King of us all.

The Mission

•October 14, 2018 • Leave a Comment

As my way of saying goodnight on this evening …

I thought I would help take you on a Mission,

a journey even perhaps a flight to the planet Mars

or maybe further,

A Mission To The Stars.

What better means of slipping off to sleep

while listening to Benedictus.

Slipping off to dream in the infinite space

of “the deep”.

By distances too far to comprehend,

passing planets, galaxies and a darkness,

that seem to have no end.

As you drift off with your own thoughts tonight,

think of this as time that has passed,

is present still and could forever be,

it may be, it just might.

Goodnight my friends and thank you for being here

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•July 26, 2018 • Leave a Comment

It walked across the cavernous opening

Just one small movement at a time….

Slowly slowly, ever so slowly

It came slowly yet to be mine.

In the infinite sum of all darkness below

Let me go I cried, let me go let me go.

It continued on and on and on and on

All shivers at the top of my spine,

All shivers now just so.

Tap tap tap It went, tapping and tapping

now from the earth so deep

So deep so deep so deep you know.

Too late to guard the treasures

Riches of the heart and of the mind.

Too late for someone who cries

Please sir, please m’am

Be kind now, please be kind.

When your difference becomes the

Starting point for evil done

Being kind no longer settles

Like the setting of the sun.

Take with you now this potent potion

For your mind and body

Take this drink for tomorrow

It will help you to run.

The darkest journey with a single

Step you will start

As you cross the cavernous opening

Cast your light upon the dark

Upon the dark, the very dark

The darkest fracture, just a seam

An adaptation of your heart

Of your heart alone

Alone as you dream.

The Feather and The Pipe

•July 19, 2018 • Leave a Comment

The old Indian Chief sat by the fire smoking his pipe …

It was the usual mixture of various herbivores

substances used to invoke the Spirt of God.

The old man sat there, cross legged chanting

speaking both “of “ the Gods and “to” the Gods.

“Hem e too to e se tu o et bien” “em u to set en mia tio be”

The smoke rose slowly from the Indian Chief’s pipe, swirling up above his head and the heads of those encircling him. Tiny billowing waves of scented mist climbed upwards towards the top of the teepee, circling slowly at first then beginning its final round up, up around then thru.

O my camma se tu ohhh, ben yio ti maian ohhh…”

The old Indian Chief rested backwards now,

leaning against the myriad piles and rows of ancient ritual blankets, said to have powers of their own, inherent powers of and in itself that when combined with the numerous entities called upon here, by this old man… well, these powers formed a new entity altogether.

It was a nameless presence joining the new and the old, with the strength of a hundred no a thousand youthful Indian braves, warriors that were assembled before the men in this small tee pee. Assembled to form an entirely new spirit essence.


Climbing higher and higher, growing evermore powerful until finally…

Finally the old Indian Chief would collapse into a silent heap of flesh and blood, Spirit of dust and smoke.

Soon the answers would come. They would come soon from the mouth of the old man himself to his tribal gatherers. They were both young and old, male and female, mother and child, husband and wife, sons and daughters alike.

The future lay before them on trails and plains stretched out for all to see and to join in.

This trail was theirs to take one and all, together yet still alone. Their lives would seek the Spirit’s wisdom of the ages for themselves.

They would seek.

They would find.

They would go.

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