Welcome back to your memories
To the times you left behind
Those recollections still haunt you so
Those mirror-like images
That reflect the moments of your life
you cannot reject
Images that still shine brightly as time moves on
Visual photographs you thought were gone
They remain with you still
Those leftover dreams yet to fulfill
The images you see
A level above reality
They never seem to let you forget
It would seem your past
Is not through with you yet
You claim to have the right to
Intimidate
Harass
Humiliate
Incite to violence
This is your claim under
Life’s eminent domain
You have the right to seize
To do what you please
You step out of your domain
Establish your own
Your own written code
Which is not subject to your
Normal abode
Clothed in anger
Vail in heart
You attempt to
split apart
You may bang the drum
Until you are numb
You may fool some
But for the rest
We’re just not that dumb!
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“Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?”
“Mrs. Robinson”(1968)
Simon & Garfunkel
“Do not reprove a scoffer,or he will hate you
Reprove a wise man and he will love you”
‘If you are wise,you are wise for yourself,
And if you scoff,you alone will bear it”Ps:9(1-18)
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Must I pretend to satisfy your end
Must I
play along
Deny
surrender
Submit
Why is there no dialog?
Why remain silent?
You say it’s best
If I follow the rest
Why label me ?
Tell me what I’m not
For the disguise I see
Is part of the plot
You expect obedience
Follow along
To disagree
Is deemed wrong
You play my conscience
Hoping to subdue
To follow your conscience
I’m told to do
You turn truth into lies
And lies into truth
You cleverly deceive
To make me believe
You attempt to entrap me
With your double talk
Then expect me to walk the walk
You thought you could decide
What you wanted me to be
But!
You completely underestimated
The power of me
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“Ultimately the only power to which man should aspire
Is that which he exercises over himself”
Elie Weisel
“But in his pomp man will not endure; He is like the beasts that perish. This is the way of those who are foolish, And of those after them who approve their words.”
Psalm 49(12-13)
Why do some people think that faith is
Just name it and claim it
Why do some people see faith only as a
Wish list
Why do some know and then believe
While others believe and then know
Why do some put faith in creation
While others put their faith in speculation
Why do some believe in blind faith
And then hope for the best
Why do some not believe in blind faith
Yet have no concept of what faith is
Why do they tell us in times of heartache
That we don’t have enough faith
Why do some have faith in what they see
But have no faith in what is not seen
Why is it hard to explain
Why some find faith through pain
Why does true faith come
Under persecution
Why is it hard to believe
And difficult to conceive
That you have to have faith
In order to test your faith
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‘We look at the things which are seen,
but at the things which are not seen;
for the things which are seen are temporal,
but the things which are not seen are eternal”
2 Corinthians: (4:18)
Crawling out of the muck and mire
Wearing only condescending attire
Emerged 7 creatures with evil eyes of fire
Swearing to bring down the elected hire
I heard one creature utter verbal assaults
I heard another utter verbal accusations
The third creature screaming,” It’s your fault”
The forth replied,” We need no other explanation”
I saw another spitting and swearing
One creature continued to scoff and mock yelling,
“Heads will roll off the chopping block”
The last creature appeared
Wearing a sheep’s disguise
Shouting verbal persecutions
Waiting for the prince of lies to arrive
Looking at the moon yelling,
“Soon! Soon! Soon!”
As I gazed back at the swamp
With tribulation and fear
A pair of horns
Suddenly appeared
I ran to a church
Climbed the steeple
And with a loud cry,
“Who is able to stop these swamp people?”
The elected hire spoke,
“I don’t shrink back to destruction”
“I won’t remain silent”
“I won’t sit back if you become violent”
For
You continue in your lies
Just as before
To blind to realize
That the judge is waiting at the door
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Ad hominem(to the man)
Why do you attack the man
And not his words?
“They sharpen their tongues as a serpent;
Poison of a viper is under their lips”
Psalm (140:3)
“By your words you shall be justified,
And by your words you shall be condemned”
Matt.(12:27)
When the night blankets the day
The silence and the stillness echo beyond the stars
That take me on my journey
A yearning for a returning where my dreams carry me home
I need no road map
I need no guide
For I travel on memories forever hidden inside
They always lead to where I’ve been
A direction I have locked within
I arrive at the place where my life began
Back to a time of innocence a time of joy
The time I spent in childhood while a boy
I witness the aspirations of my youth
The things I had once thought and said
I ponder the things that might have been
If only I had listened instead
I follow the footsteps that lead me to see
That life isn’t always what you planned it to be
For life is full of empty dreams
And things are not always what they seem
I see the years slipping by
The void that gnaws deep in side
And the loneliness that walks close by my side
But I do fine compassion warmth and the love in the hearts
Of my friends
The dreams of home that will never end
And as the day breaks and the world awakes
I wait for the cover of darkness
To take me home again
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“Where we love is home-
Home that our feet may leave
But not our hearts”
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
As I return to my childhood refuge
How distant it all seems to be
Strange figures like apparitions
Appear to beckon me
Shadows of my yesterdays
Move slowly in timeless space
Murmuring words that only I can retrace
Skeletons from my youth walk silently
Through the streets
Forbidding
I can recognize the dead but not the living
I remember their thoughts and what was said
Memories I cherish memories I keep
Though all have now fallen to sleep
The streets are the same and so are their names
With their houses full of life and brightly lit
The sound of the city reverberates
But I can’t hear it
For at long last have gone
Those familiar spirits
Although the spirits have departed
The hopes and aspirations are no longer there
The portals are closed the dreams disappear
But the memories never end
Nothing can or will replace
For nothing will be the same again
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Haunted House
“The stranger at my fireside cannot see
The forms I see ,nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
All that was has been is visible and clear.”
Longfellow
What are you chasing?
Friends
Dreams
Love
Happiness
Power
Riches
What footsteps are you tracing?
What desires belong to you today?
If not any of these
What are you chasing?
Or are you just chasing your life away?
Life is but a tale told
To briefly unfold
A narrative played out
In three dimension
A story written down
Of days passed away
A recital of happenings
Performed on a stage
All playing a role
No admissions need to be sold
Each has a portion of a tale told
The doors in my life
Have somehow been shut
I can’t seem to find the key
Some say I’m in a rut
But no one knows but me
I seek to find a way to enter in
I pray for one to be opened
But I don’t know where to begin
To find one ajar is what I was hopin’
There is little future or hope
When life’s doors are closed
( An existence I never chose)
An aimless and solitary existence
Is all that’s there
The hurting endured is too much to bear
Some say that God shuts one door and opens another
This may well be for some
There are many chosen to be in his will
While others wait patiently still
The keys to the doors belong to God alone
To open and shut as He wills
We can never enter in on are own
Until trust and faith have been fulfilled
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“The door is closed to prayer unless it is opened
with the key of trust”
John Calvin