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Friday, January 25, 2008

Oh, the Imagination is it not a wonderful thing!

more poems! YaY!! Enjoy.
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Written 12-22-07

Untitled

The shapes and designs
Call on my mind to put them
On Paper
But my hand like an untrained
Warrior at the front of the
Battle does naturally think
On Instinct "I can't do this!"

Although it is an untrained
Warrior, it can still make it look
Some what like my mind randomly
Places them.

They never end up quite like
I thought them to be,
But never the matter
I shall try and be victorious
But not completely
Because there were still many
Casualties.
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that one is referring to my drawing skills,
as artists what is thought up in our mind is always
a masterpiece and perfect, but when actually put onto
paper ends up a little different, then what we imagined.
Doesn't it?
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Written: 1-4-08


The Wind, The Trees, And The Rain

The mighty power gives the trees a
Shake,
Towards the right and towards the
Left.

The chimes they chime without ceasing
Sometimes a bit quieter than before.

The rain it spatters as the eye can
See,
But continues to fall.

The mighty power surges through once
More, dies down by a hair and then
Pushes again full fledge,
Shaking the wall and windows
As if they are nothing but the
Trees themselves.
Whoooo.....
It utters as it passes by
And shakes the branches this way and
That, never fully letting go.
Whoosh!!
It strikes again...
And now do I dare to enter into
Its force.
My bare feet touch the ground
It is not the grassy, but the grey and
Hard man-made
My feet are shocked how cold it is and I
Stand there and wait
The wind it surges past, rippling and tearing at my
Pants and drives my hair away from my face

The trees are the lords
And the wind is, but the king,
They are the giants in my world when I am
Safe in the cover behind the cold,
But once I ope that door and step through I
Am on they're turf, they seem to be angry and
I shrink back,
They wave one direction and I follow that quickly
Seeing yet another tree waving, and then......................
Whoooosh!! It attacks again and I feel as if I could
Be lifted, off the ground, by a giant's hand and fly through
The air, scared out of my wits, but still excited. But, alas
It is not to be, the mighty power surges still, and
I have fled back to my world, away from the giants,
The Lords, and the Kind. To my safe place do I
Retreat back, to the dry, not wet, warm, not cold, roofed,
Not unsheltered, home!
Although every now and then do I still hear, from those Lords the
Complaint of a stranger who once entered they're domain without permission.
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I think that my hands will soon get very tired, and possibly though this notion is quite
silly fall off, and that would do me absolutely no good.
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Written Jan. 8, 2008

The Old, The New, And The Truth

The hunger and famine of days spent
In the Desert pull at my stomach and
Gnaw on my mind.
But, finally through dreams of terror and
Unrest do I find an oasis, a shelter,
For my soul....


Through the hot haze do I wearily walk
And seem to see water everywhere,
Finally do I see green, a surge of energy
Do I feel, so my feet run, run, run, it
Does not seem to get any closer.
Out of Desperation do I cry, cry out in
Wanting to be delivered, to be delivered
From out of my agony.
Suddenly, I feel a mighty hand lifting me up
Off of the ground and carrying me forward,
Toward the oasis.

With His help did I reach it,
And because of Him, and only Him, not me,
Do I set up a new life
On that green plain.

Now do I realize, looking back on my old life,
That, that the reason that the Desert journey
Was so long,
Was my own fault, I saw the truth many
Times, but I turned them down,
Not wanting to give up my pride and selfishness,
It was not till the end that I gave up myself,
Sinful self, not that I am not sinful any
More, but now I have a reason to live,
And that is not for myself, which is how I
Lived before, but for God!
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Written Jan. 23, 2008

The Rain's Melody

The rain whispers its message
To you softly,
There is not danger in its falling
To earth.

When you're inside it taps softly on
Your window pane bringing with
It a soft melody.

When in the car the world passes
By ever so quickly,
You have not much time to spot
The natural beauty,
But the rain's song is still with
You, falling harder now as it
Hits the wind-shield.

Pitter, Patter, tap, tap,
If you stop to listen you can just
Imagine the melody of a song
Being created.

There is not much to it,
But in our busy lives' we forget the
Small things,
Not taking time to listen...

So my friend
Slow down, even if its just a little,
And listen to the melody of
The rain.
That God has sent down as
A renewing blessing to keep
That which is green and alive,
Here.
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I wrote that on the way to band, as you prob. guessed
it was raining.
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Written 1-23-08

I AM

Life can be so dreary
That at times it just gets you
Down,

But even when the gloon surrounds
You,
Just remember
That I AM here fo you,
To protect you,
And delvier you,
To send your heart and soul peace
In times of trouble.

Yes, you shall be tested and tried,
Yes, there will be times when your
Heart is downcast
But look to me and trust in me
For I AM the one who sent you
The first hope.

Do not forget me,
As my people Israel have.

Do not forget to look to me even when
You're safe at home.
For you will have times of peace
And times of sadness and strife.

But through all thick and thin
I AM here for you,
Even when you can barely speak
I AM!
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Written 1-23-08

The Curse Shall End And Perfection Shall Reign

There will come a day when
Sadness, grief, pain, sickness,
And horror will cease to be;

When Joy, and love, and true happiness
Will never ever end.

Where you will walk on streets of
Gold,
And your earthly self with all
Imperfections will never show his
Face.

Pearly gates, and Golden streets
And God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit
Live up beyong where our eyes
Can see.

Plenty for all, and an abundant
Life await you, but only if you
BELIEVE!!
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Written 1-25-08

To The Authors

To the authors of long ago,
To the authors of present and future,
To those who have been forgotten-
Books laid down in the dust, covered
With earth,
To those who are still remembered,
And who will continue to be for
Who knows maybe century's more.

They whose dreams have been bound
By the spell of ink and paper,
By covers that keep them together
So that no page is lost.
So that no memory forgotten.

To the dreams that they glided on
On wings of ever presently constant
Thoughts that caused pens
To move, letters to be
Typed, and many more to be scratched
Out for not sounding right.

To yet even more dreams
That they're thoughts and wishes
Of being known, of being
Acknowledged-
Would be accepted, and cherished
By others.

To those dreams and wishes,
To the wings glided upon,
To dreaming of knowing what others
Think, about an author's inspirational
Work
Of a
Published Book.

To those dreams I raise tribute,
To those authors I raise tribute,
For not only do I accept and
Cherish many an authors' work,
But do those dreams I share!
With inspiration of my own yet
Unfinished in this busy time
In which I wish to slow down,
To walk, at a slower pace, to enjoy
The natural beauty about me;-
To gather inspiration from the
Flowers and Trees and Sky!
For I wish to keep
The dream alive,
To continue to exlpore the
Many imaginable worlds within
The pages of my mind.
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I had something like this poem stuck in my mind
not wanting to leave. But when I began writing,
actually putting it down on paper-
it changed. It grew.
To The Authors!!
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Enjoy..:)