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I have some new posts at Musical Dreams and Angelic Dreams that you should check out if interested.  I have a lot on my plate but will hopefully be back to writing poetry within this year. I appreciate all my readers and hope that you all will enjoy the other two ‘connected’ blogs as well. Posts on Muscial Dreams is more of a daily life blog and reveals some insight into what I have been handling; along with my nerdy insights to topics I am interested in.  Angelic Dreams is where I like to post my short stories.  I am currently gathering information for a religious post on Musical Dreams.

Thank you all for reading and hope to see you ‘here’ soon.



Abject Truth

I have been attempting so hard to find
A love that is pure, and is so kind
When it turns it’s eye to me, it is blind
Unfailingly to my unbalanced mind
The endless sorrow that must always grind
It constantly puts me into a bind
And looking back on sight that is hind
The devil did come, and contracts were signed.

I can never find a love that is pure
Although in the end it will never cure
Devastation I forever endure
The Devil has baited and cast his lure
He caught me now didn’t he-and now you’re
Lost forever-of this I am so sure.



And The Raven Laughs

The night, so dark and lonely
The day, so long and unjust
Meets the warrior with truth
His lies fall on dead ears
His looks fall on blind eyes
And his secrets, they die with his soul.

The night, so dark and lonely
The day, so long and unjust
Meets the love with anguish
Her screams follow the wind
Her tears lead a march to dry land
And her secrets, they die with her heart.

Both look to the sky for comfort
Finding only angry clouds
And in the midst of their confusion
They cry out, reaching for the other
Finding not love, but pain.

Hand clasped at her breast
She pulls out what has been hidden
A dagger; it’s gleam reaches the moon
And as she plunges it into her chest
She cries, “Relief from this pain”
“Release of your soul.”

Hands tap the left wrist
One, two, three, four
He feels whole, he feels safe
Relief from this pain
Resurrection of his soul
His eyes turn black as he sneers.

and the raven laughs.



tap tap tap

Sound asleep I was
When the tap tapping had begun
What could it be, this
Tap tapping I hear so loudly

The sound arose from
My window, it frightened me
Chilled me to my core
This tapping from a dead man….


Syria 3

Pray for Syria.

Syria Human Rights Investigator Manages to Enter Syria

Russia says Syria downing of Turkey jet not ‘provocation’

“What we have here is a FAILURE to COMMUNICATE” -Guns N Roses

Now I will break their yoke from your neck and tear your shackles away. Nahum 1:3

Psalm 144

Praise be to the LORD my ROCK
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
He is my loving GOD and my
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my SHIELD, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.

O LORD, what is man that you care
for him,
the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath;
his days are like a fleeting shadow.

Part your heavens, O LORD, and COME DOWN;
touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
Send forth lightning and scatter,
the enemies;
SHOOT YOUR ARROWS and rout them.
Reach down your hand from on high;
deliver me and rescue me
from the mighty waters,
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies;
whose right hands are deceitful.

I will sing a NEW SONG to you,
on the ten stringed lyre I will
make music to you,
to the ONE who gives VICTORY to
who delivers his servant David
from the deadly sword.

Deliver me and rescue me
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
whose right hands are deceitful.

Then our sons in their youth
will be like well nurtured plants,
and our daughters will be like pillars
carved to adorn a palace.
Our barns will be filled
with every kind of provision.
Our sheep will increase by
by tens of thousands in our fields;
our oxen will draw heavy loads.
There will be no breaching of walls,
no going into captivity,
no cry of distress in our streets.

Blessed are the people of whom this
is true;
blessed are the people whose GOD
is the LORD.

In Jesus’ name we pray.



clear and ingenuous
art uncurls
relish the aching fondness
peer into serendipity
eery yet understandably beautiful



Raging Fire

raging fire

embers on the


of life

extinguish the flames

with gasoline

flames soar

unto the sky

turning clouds gray

scorching the sun

scaring the moon

raging fire

on the backdrop

of life



Angelic Dreams

The priestess seeing game over everywhere was unnecessary. It was impossible for the game to be over for she had never played a game. She only lived. The minds of fools angered her. They receive a gift only to play games; only to bite the hand of the gift giver. She could feel her anger spiraling out and had to make it stop. It was getting harder and harder to tame the wild beast of her anger. She did not know how much longer she could hold it in, but she was holding on tight. The whole lot of them were ungrateful imps. She wondered what day it became okay to hurt people. As far as she could tell, as far as she knew, that behavior was never acceptable. And now the world suffered for it. Her heart suffered for it. How was she supposed to fix this?

She sensed…

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