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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Complete Faith

Faith in believing in the things unseen
solidifying our beliefs without a doubt.
What is promised will always come true;
while in the present we are willing to live without
knowing in the end it that it will all come about.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Friday, June 28, 2013

Dog Gone Love

In my life I’ve not yet quite found love;
my heart is like dry parched desert land
waiting for copious showers from up above;
to germinate the seed that lies dormant below.
For years without love it seems I’m a forsaken man;
reciprocating loneliness is the only thing I know.

Between the lines of love and like is where I lie
when I hear the last words I’ve never liked;
saying you're nice and so unique
but not enough to me for it to be you.
It seems I'm always the other guy;
that’s good enough to befriend but not to keep.

The window of opportunity has shut on me again,
the moment has passed and I can no longer get in.
So it seems I'm right back to square one and
I'm beginning to believe that it’s nothing I've done;
since I've exhausted every avenue; I realize it
has nothing to do with me but all with you.

You could explain it but it wouldn’t change the intricacies;
saying you wished it was something more tangible
like a cold or some type of disease so you could
have a prescription filled out at the pharmacy;
instead of standing here making apologies and
making yourself believe you're letting me down easy.

But let me down is all you've done;
once again I realize I'm not the one.
If I was some kind of cuddly animal to be by your side
and “messed” up the relationship I'd just go and hide;
scold me okay, but then after it’s all said and done;
everything would be cleaned up and we'd still be one.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Deliberate Intent

Primordial dust concocted;
from loneliness prompted
someone in his likeness,
but just the direct opposite.

He was keenly cognizant
she was his other half and
now he had a perfect compliment.

Beauty, emotion, and strength
prompted poetry at length;
flesh of flesh, bone of bone
from him the first woman known.

He acknowledging the divine
to her he would be inclined, though
to a fault; it would be his demise.

But he too would be her longing
the inevitable no longer prolonging
since their purpose never materialized.

Favoring her over God was unwise;
his selfish desire to please her
would God’s wrath both incur.

Sin, sickness, and death now realized, their
offspring succumbing because of selfish desire
because of this selfish love all now expire.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Coup de Grâce

The day began with a heavy suddenness;
like dark angry clouds you could see it was
fast approaching and nothing would stop it.
I knew it was coming, but that day arrived with
a vengeance and it was nothing I could have
of imagined in the wildest of my dreams.

For most it was the worst thing that ever could occur
and like a trauma patient each and every person was in
shock - in unison they cried a collective gasp - it was here.
The chaotic swirling mass of humanity fell down
to their knees as they cried out in disbelief knowing
nothing would change the eventual outcome.

No more freedom, no this was not a choice for us to make
it was someone else’s and it was swift and it was harsh.
The governments were fed up with the tantrums of religion
and now they were going to punish each and every one -
chapels, synagogues, mosques, and temples - they all fell
everyone destroyed; the nations had their fill and were fed up.

No gods to help those who were so sure this never could happen
their gods were as empty as their places of worship - no reply.
Government had washed their hands of them though they were
 just as guilty being bedfellows; but devoured them completely.
Humanities cries went unheard, religion’s power was gone forever.
Yes, no vestige was to be found for they were completely annihilated.

With the advent of social media the news of this had it’s effect on
the world of commerce; like a set of standing dominoes back to
back, in one day every world’s stock market came crashing down.
No more big corporations; no more banks, no more small business,
no more 401 K. No more separation, no more distinction, no more
have and have not’s; now everyone was on similar and equal ground.

In the chaotic aftermath riots abounded, marital law was ordered;
those who didn’t comply were eradicated, terrible as it may seem that
whole families suffered the consequences –  but they were defiant and
not a one was spared – not even the innocent children. That was the tragic part.
Months passed before the government had the masses in control and to where no
evidence from the stain of massacres that had occurred on the streets was found.

Finally the leaders of the governments came out of their fortified walls
to tell with a sarcastic tone that they had finally achieved peace on earth.
For most of the people, they were in agreement; any rebels were quickly
dispatched. It seemed they truly got rid of all religion, but one quietly still
existed, for some reason they went unrecognized, not found on the radar
of humanity until someone exposed them – and now the attention turns to them.

Have I piqued your attention? Do you want to know what eventually
happens to this unimposing, diminutive, peaceful group of people?
Well, this was something that was foretold for a long time but it has
gone unnoticed and will go unnoticed until that beginning day comes to
fruition. When that day happens it will culminate to be the worst thing that
any human has seen. The question is: in the end which side are you on?

Copyright by NewLife2008

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Sounds Heard on a Summer Sunday Night

Like a passage in time summer’s arrival takes me back
to the days where kids played all day without a care;
on a baseball field hearing the contact of a ball with a bat
and the sounds of kids shrill excitement filling the air.
On summer days that seem to go on almost without end
then suddenly nighttime would arrive with a soft blowing wind;
but what was back then is no longer what it is today
for some of those things back then are no longer around.
Like fireflies that would intermittently flicker at night,
then we would anxiously await for them to relight;
seeing them in leaps and bounds we would advance
careful not to hurt them as we cupped them in our hands.
I recall playing with my cousins in the yard at night;
playing hide and go seek in shadows by the moonlight
as one counted down we'd try to hide as best as we could;
the shouting of “ready or not here I come!” was well understood.
But those scenes are all but just a distant memory now,
time has changed and doing things at night aren't as safe
as caution is needed when choosing a time and a place.
But last night I took my grandson to a park along a bayou,
my intent was to take some pictures of the Perigee moon.
As we arrived, a father and son were catching a football;
in the distance others strolling down the walking trail;
setting my camera on the tripod people would wish me well.
My grandson asked if I knew them and then telling them hi;
I told him no but it was good to see that people still care.
My 500mm lens made the moon seem so close to touch,
letting my grandson peer through the viewfinder to see
in his wildest imagination a vision he never beheld and
with every click of my camera he did with his toy one as well.
Edging towards nine pm I thought a few more pictures I’d take
Taking low light pictures of the cars leaving the park for home
like streaking strobe lights I told him the pictures would reveal;
though explaining the process to a seven year old is harder still.
With the moonroof open and playing “Something about You” we
drove home with smiles on our face and contentment in our hearts;
enjoying the sounds of a summer Sunday night ended when we arrived home.
But the best sounds were uttered from my grandson as I turned off the car
and he said, “Grandpa this is one of the best days I've had so far.”
Without a doubt I agreed as we walked inside I hugged him tight
he told me he loved me and after his bath I kissed him goodnight.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Bela Blues

The wrinkled fingers carry years of burden
with all that experience and life still uncertain;
so attaining sustenance became a necessity;
determined to succeed despite the inequities.
Diminutive upon the stool this person sat
with the instrument laid across the person's lap;
though slow and precise each chord was struck
the person displayed an impressive daft touch.
There was no facial expression yet the feeling did ooze,
since from deep within the heart out came the blues.
The guitar cried as if living a life of heartache and despair;
is seemed to talk to us with the sounds that filled the air.
With its melancholy tones and downhearted hues
it was telling us a story that we all can relate to.
Admiring the sounds some would gladly abide
dropping a bill here and there in the box by the curbside;
the person never uttered a word, no not one all day,
on the stool the person sat; just playing the blues away

Copyright by NewLife2008