the hourglass runs low

The original version of the hourglass..in it’s free form…before the rewrite. Written in a small bedroom of a small green house many moons ago… Keep in
mind it was written by a preteen.

The night grows dark around me
The hourglass runs low
The things I see surround me
Yet I know not where to go.

I see them drawing nearer
I have nowhere else to go
My love for him grows colder
And the hourglass runs low.

My eyes have now grown clearer
And all I can see is him
He who treated me so badly
And tore my soul from limb to limb.

The hourglass is almost empty
Because I see what I’m here for
There’s blood everywhere-I killed him
Now the hourglass is no more.

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Hmm

I wonder what I should do

Should it rhyme and be long

Or should I write a haiku

This poem plagues my thoughts

Indecisiveness in it’s form

Indecisiveness in it’s subject

Should I not write at all

Or should they all be written

My heart aches to write!

Why is this so hard?

My voice yearns to be heard

In the form of written word

My voice, silent all these years

Awaits my decision

On which poem to write

It awaits my decision with patience

I will write this poem

I will write and be heard

 

inspired by @OldSchoolHaiku in 2011..

Deception

my eyes do not know
how to look at you
the fire I started
surrounds my body
from within
it is comforting
while the waves
hit my feet
and disappear
how is it the clouds
know my pain
when all the world
can do is laugh
swim to me
come back to me
with the ease of the ancients
I know your soul
it bounces off my web
and settles
in the belly of giants

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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
fortress,
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,
O GOD;
on the ten stringed lyre I will
make music to you,
to the ONE who gives VICTORY to
kings,
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
thousands,
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.
AMEN.

Oh, This Darkness

blow
the bubble of truth
into the garden
of obscenities
absent though your heart
may be
I cherish the thoughts
that race
into oblivion
darkness floods the
ever present
knowledge of light
flowing steadily
this anti thesis
of eternal water
troublesome and ever present
in the mind
of the believer
this darkness
oh, this darkness
I see into your soul’s eye

Heartbreak

heart ticking loudly
maddening in its eccentricity
burning the past
with the flames
of tomorrow

the universe speaks
but who will listen
to its secrets

clock winds up for the pitch
and strikes out
the darkened prophet
as the sky
rains down anguish and
heartache
from its mind

a web of dreams
wiped from the face
of regret
and sung into the ears
of an unknown generation

hail to the wind
as it hurls the dreams
into the minds of others

heartbreak

Grace

i cannot catch my breath
my hands, tied with blue shoelace
caught between a lie and a bruised ego
his laugh fills this hallway
causing the ocean to swirl
shoelace tightens on blackness
the doorway remains locked

a toe dipped in sand

brace yourself, the waves hit hard

confusion taken out to sea

the cart of life floating close to shore

a reminder of love felt

grace

[repost-2011]

Don’t Dare To Sleep

I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide
My dead laughter echoing there
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

In your subconscious I’ll abide
It may be more than you can bear
I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide

I’ll be the ultimate dream guide
Also the ultimate nightmare
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

And now I would like to confide
Your mind is my personal lair
I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide

But since my sense of humor died
Your comfort’s the least of my cares
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide
I will always be lurking there
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

I’ll take your thoughts on a train ride
Don’t whine, don’t say it isn’t fair
I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide

And since my sense of humor died
I’ll haunt your soul for many years
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

And when you look up to the skies
Trying to rely on prayer
I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide

Even when I’ve broken your pride
And going insane is near
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

I’ll always be by your side
Your mind is mine, I do declare
I’ll haunt your dreams, you cannot hide
Don’t dare to sleep, don’t close your eyes

2011

Knock, Knock

He knocked on the door

He knocked once more

He knocked like he had never

knocked before.

He kicked and he screamed

He came apart at the seams

And his eyes took on an

insane little gleam.

He pounded and shouted

He was deeply devoted

He wondered why on earth

he had ever doubted

before.

When he kicked open the door

And his boot landed on the floor

Of a hallway so dark, it

chilled him to the core,

He shivered and moaned

The dark chilled his bones

The fear inside him had

grown and grown.

Yet he still stepped inside

Closed the door, couldn’t hide

It seemed the darkness is where

he would abide.

He closed his eyes to the pain

His life, all in vain

He knew how nothing would ever

be the same.

So, falling to his knees

He imagined a cool breeze

And ended his life so he

could finally be free.

2011

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