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“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
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.

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Dear Soldier

The world longs for peace and gets war instead
The breath of this world is shallow
The hope of this world hangs on a mere thread

All these killings, the battlefields are red
Hearts of the tortured are hollow
The world longs for peace and gets war instead

Into these wars we are but blindly led!
We have no choice but to follow
The hope of this world hangs on a mere thread

For all of the fallen who have, for us, bled
Thank you to all these dear heroes
The world longs for peace and gets war instead

You fight our battles and have never fled
Prayers for you reach the cosmos
The hope of this world hangs on a mere thread

Continued bravery still lies ahead
Strengthen the thread with your halo
The world longs for peace and gets war instead
The hope of this world hangs on a mere thread.

2011

Light of the Ancients

Searching and seeking but there’s nothing there
Sun’s light has threatened to burn out
My arms dance above me and find the air

My heart cries but my eyes produce no tears
Light of the ancients winks out
Searching and seeking but there’s nothing there

My lit soul caught in darkness and warfare
Whole being suffering a drought
My arms dance above me and find the air

Millions of people, none of them aware
What happens when the world blacks out
Searching and seeking but there’s nothing there

Desires of the infinite laid bare
Hourglass sands have washed out
My arms dance above me and find the air

My heart cries but my eyes produce no tears
The ancients’ light has winked out
Searching and seeking but there’s nothing there
My arms dance above me and find the air

Angel’s Kiss

Painting by Todd Lockwood

Angel’s kiss that shattered the daylight

To live a century in two nights

A love that felt it’d last forever

A lone heart refusing to ignite

Disbelief in the light bearer

Even when they see the firelight

Angel’s kiss that shattered the daylight

Demons causing mischief at midnight

Everything looks better in hindsight

You find out your angel’s a biter

And still your cold heart fails to ignite

How to deal with an ancient fighter

When she sees your face in the twilight

To live a century in two nights

Haunting love story choked with foresight

Pinprick of blood caused from a dagger

To live a century in two nights

Angel’s kiss that shattered the daylight

Where is Freedom?

All the people in the world cannot see

That mindless wandering can’t be the key

They do it daily so they can be free

From truth known only as reality

Someday, somehow, we need to all agree

Freedom always comes with a handsome fee

And as long as we fight, it cannot be

Will we find our great Lady Liberty?

 –

Destruction reigns, and we will never find

The peace we seek with our entire mind

The age-long battle puts us in a bind

The powers that be will not be so kind

As to halt this undying war, this grind

Devastation reigns, freedom we can’t find.

written September 2006

Syria

No poem today..

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Change

nothing has changed

 

a smile, a thought

footprints

made by a kitten’s

tennis shoes

 

a love, once lost, found

in the torn soul

of fate’s survivor

 

nothing has changed

 

the business of war

has the blood

of innocents

gushing through the streets

of hopelessness and despair

 

what’s the profit margin

on mass murder

NOTHING

HAS

CHANGED

 

my world

once filled with love

now filled

with backstabbing and mistrust

 

nothing has changed

 

when a world crumbles

it’s almost impossible

to

rebuild it

 

nothing has changed

nothing has changed

nothing has changed

something should change..

written 5 March 2012

now i’m calmed down.