Poetry Of Life

Ancient Sighting
Sunlight drifts on ancient tongues,
Wafting rays of time undone.
Hearing evil's pressing beat,
Jesus walks, hear HIS feet.
Marching lines of dictator's rule,
Reaching ages old and new,
Heavy handed, heartaches all,
God responds, a way that costs.
Forgotten thoughts, but fear remains,
Fear not, He said, your debt is paid.
Time, and flesh continue on-


IDEAS...
When a man began to convey ideas...
in bursts of thoughts and musings bold.
Poetry was born
but man being man, pounced upon an art form.
Appraising it, appeasing it, a movement within the soul,
he formalized it.
Inside of me a lifetime exits, a time unknown to man,
of fear and hate; of love and disdain.
The sharing is the thing I seek, of me to me,
of where I am and where I've been.
Expressing inner yearnings, often overlooked,
in the hustle, bustle world I live in.
My ideas touch me, my soul and you,
to grow and in some way know we are not alone.


A STEP...
Step, step...one at a time
Up and down the ladder.
Life's begun, on an incline
ended on the slope.
Experience is earned, step by step
No chasms one can jump.
The joy of life is within your grasp,
One step at a time.


SIGHTS ALONG THE WAY
I wander far and near, many sights along the way.
When just a child I saw fear and hate.
At ten years old, failure and woe.
A parent evil as the day.
Just sights along the way.

When eighteen came, death and pain.
The evil way destruction came.
And in the midst a darkened mist.
A pain so great, I wasn't missed.
Just sights along the way.

Sights along the way, formed and shaped and seen.
For all facades express their truth, and hurt burns through.
And all the life that's lived a lie, catches hold, truth be told.
Sights along the way.


GROWING
Musing strains of yesteryear,
chant their song to me.
Cutting off the way I flee,
seeking life so near.

My strength fails to rise,
burdened down by memories.
My heart fails to command,
choked by tyranny.

Oh God, my God,
Deliverance is thine.
Free me from this woeful past,
Acts of days gone by.


FREEDOM
Freedom flees from us, catching in our throats.
Weeping, wailing, scourging us, removing life's hope.
Causing us to stumble, undisciplined rabble we.
Freedom freely given, leaves us in agony.
Wanting to be a leader, giving a pauper's fee.
Realizing late the price, a price paid day by day.
Freedom freely given, an illusion, the price is me.