Remember
those nameless facless
heaps
of broken dreams
wasted with artillary assult
consumed by hatred
gifted from enemies far off.
Remember
the defenceless
dreamer
who thought and thought
into the abyss of forgetfulness.
Remember
the blood as it screams
for release...
no yet but now
many a young deseased
dying.
Remember
as you rest at deaths door
Category: Poetry Corner
Rest Anew…
Stress
deceptively creeps
riding a beastly black horse
born of your need
my need
our need
to remain in control
when we
should have let go.
Now It holds a black scale
not balanced.
With vengefuul arrogance comes Worry
atop a ghostly steed
no victory there
only death,
never ending hell.
Unless -
just out of reach of the big black clouds
comes a Blessed voice
still -
quiet -
"Salvation...
the accuser has been cut down."
Then a gentle breeze
blows
sweeps away the mist...
I see,
New Jerusalem
I feel cool waters
flowing
over me
through you
around s
healing springs!
Forgotten -
the horsemen stumble
diminished
try to make a final stand,
but they begin to fade
melt away.
The Lamb,
The Lamb must rise,
nothing unclean
can remain here.
we must sweep
prepare the land
plant new seeds.
Use What You Have…
Do you have a little money?
Use it
use it all.
If you have a nice house
use it
If you have a nice car
use it
If have pretty clothes
use it
All the diamonds and pearl
use it
have a healthy body?
Use it!
have dreams laid out?
Use them!
ways to mould your world?
use it!
Have one idea on a cloud?
pluck it
use it.
Just have a hope and a smile?
Use it.
If you just have faith
use it
Use it
use it!
Anything you have
use it.
Remember now
Make sure you do,
see,
it blossoms...
While I wait…
While I wait -
Let me just say
It is not great -
I have to day
I will wait.
I see the glimmer
of hope as it shivers
awake
stretching just so
over the rainbow
so for my sake
I will wait.
Though seas of shadows
lap at me,
they break
then I can see
the impossibilites...
my home
site now is driftwood
on it I shift
see on it
budding olive leaves
peeking up at me,
I smile,
wave hello,
because I know...
I must wait.
The Time…
measured
stretched
beaten to a pulp.
Forged in the fire
scorched in brine
life
sits on your
dreams take flight.
The time will come
while you muddle around
confusion jumps
tongue twisted with lies
somehow deprived
a loosening of ties.
The time will come
to disengage with "reality"
step into truth
see your vulnerability
wave goodbye to abuse
climb down fairytale trees
no more excuse
to drown in fantasy
of what you could do.
The time has come,
no longer lame
and claim
de love.
Ready,
Set,
Run
Reclaim...
What Will We Do?
What will we do
as the world implodes
like a festering sore
left too long
born of hate
and of strong divide
a chasm
too deep
too wide
we become pilgrims
no home
no known to abide?
The swirling lava
laps meanacingly
at our heels -
too late we heed
the hungry monster -
while it hounds at our backs,
ready to devour.
What will we do
while hate eviscerates
all good will
good intentions
good vibes
bleeding
wounded
beaten
discarded?
There seems no end
unless we can rend
the broken fence
of dis-
unity.
Can it end?
What will we do?
Position Yourself
Seek and you will find
the tangible truth
of you
stand firm
do not turn
away from the way.
be honest
about your desires
then leave them
on the alter
do not wonder
what you will find
when you trust
is a sign
that you must
walk a path
lonely
with traveller's dust
to align yourself
stand
walk
run.
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