your inner soul beckons me to write the things I feel
like blood-brothers, its supernatural
and my heart breaks with yours
this humankindness thing must be scary where you are
if I could hold you- I would
sheep can bring such nightmares
ironic how counting sheep of childhood was missed
and now having them being led away
opposing every cell in your body
little boy black come blow your horn
the sheep's in a worldly meadow
the words of the Moonwalker tell the story that I heard
if I could hold you - I would
AC 1994
Saturday, April 9, 2011
ALCOHOLISM
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN ALCOHOLIC
I'll drink until there's a loss- either materially or emotionally, usually both.
All ends with sleeping- either temporarily or finally.
Yes, keep it simple stupid...
You drink, you sleep.
You drink, you sleep.
You drink, you sleep. ad infinitum
You drink, you sleep- finally or temporarily.
I'll drink until there's a loss- either materially or emotionally, usually both.
All ends with sleeping- either temporarily or finally.
Yes, keep it simple stupid...
You drink, you sleep.
You drink, you sleep.
You drink, you sleep. ad infinitum
You drink, you sleep- finally or temporarily.
A Few Poems
Me
I am not bitter, I'm unstable.
I am not shy, I'm scared to death.
I am not aloof, I'm non-existant.
I am not uncaring, I'm under-developed.
But with a growing faith in Jesus Christ, I am able to say...
I am not bizarre, I'm accepting.
Untitled
An oasis of hope is in wondering...
if I were content and happy, then would I have ever sought Christ?
and so he gives us only what we can handle today.
Open my heart and willingness to you Dear God, then open your arms.
I am not bitter, I'm unstable.
I am not shy, I'm scared to death.
I am not aloof, I'm non-existant.
I am not uncaring, I'm under-developed.
But with a growing faith in Jesus Christ, I am able to say...
I am not bizarre, I'm accepting.
Untitled
An oasis of hope is in wondering...
if I were content and happy, then would I have ever sought Christ?
and so he gives us only what we can handle today.
Open my heart and willingness to you Dear God, then open your arms.
GRIEVANCE
Dear Lord, I feel the warmth of your smile now.
Is it because I've prayed for thy will for me?
Recollection of a once existing innocense surfaces in my thoughts.
It is the "good-times' I've heard spoken of.
Back then, those first sips were like the warmth of your smile.
Was that a seedling of misguided instinct?
There was no questioning of motives, or confusion about direction then.
It was, sadly, the renaissance of deceit.
Surely I cannot stay long in this familiar space.
Will this be a wound that will go unhealed?
Thoughts of that time are dressed in self-pity and with accessories the color of regret.
But for today; Thank you Dear Lord- It will be instead a beautiful bud of the second Promise.
Circa 1990
Is it because I've prayed for thy will for me?
Recollection of a once existing innocense surfaces in my thoughts.
It is the "good-times' I've heard spoken of.
Back then, those first sips were like the warmth of your smile.
Was that a seedling of misguided instinct?
There was no questioning of motives, or confusion about direction then.
It was, sadly, the renaissance of deceit.
Surely I cannot stay long in this familiar space.
Will this be a wound that will go unhealed?
Thoughts of that time are dressed in self-pity and with accessories the color of regret.
But for today; Thank you Dear Lord- It will be instead a beautiful bud of the second Promise.
Circa 1990
Saturday, April 2, 2011
...AND SO I FIND A STONE
And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
Jeremiah 29:13
You know I've been spending hours searching for some "good" truth preacher's on TV. I may have found the station: today I was listening to Jentezen Franklin I think is the name. He was talking about the STONES required by Joshua to be built at the parting of the Red Sea. He went on to speak about the STONES/rocks of our past, and that the way to success was to follow them.
My mother only ever hinted of God when she would talk about her mother, Alice Marks. I was pretty young and not quite interested (only to be a memory)when she would talk about how her mother was what I will call "like Jesus". After some thought remembering my mom's words, I remember that my grandma(who died at age 42) must have been very spiritual and probably followed the STONE paths of her ancestors- God loving, God following, God fearing.
Little did I know that on that dismal, blustery, cold day when I went to the cemetary where my mom said that my grandma was buried, that I would actually find the site. I had no idea exactly where it lay. I had never had my mom take me to the grave site, only point from the car in some direction into the cemetary. On that day, some 40 plus years later, I finally left my car and went in the "pointed" direction in search of my grandma's grave site.
Behold, there it was: I know today that my God led me to that STONE. From my tear-filled eyes I read the grave stone- Alice Marks.
Jeremiah 29:13
You know I've been spending hours searching for some "good" truth preacher's on TV. I may have found the station: today I was listening to Jentezen Franklin I think is the name. He was talking about the STONES required by Joshua to be built at the parting of the Red Sea. He went on to speak about the STONES/rocks of our past, and that the way to success was to follow them.
My mother only ever hinted of God when she would talk about her mother, Alice Marks. I was pretty young and not quite interested (only to be a memory)when she would talk about how her mother was what I will call "like Jesus". After some thought remembering my mom's words, I remember that my grandma(who died at age 42) must have been very spiritual and probably followed the STONE paths of her ancestors- God loving, God following, God fearing.
Little did I know that on that dismal, blustery, cold day when I went to the cemetary where my mom said that my grandma was buried, that I would actually find the site. I had no idea exactly where it lay. I had never had my mom take me to the grave site, only point from the car in some direction into the cemetary. On that day, some 40 plus years later, I finally left my car and went in the "pointed" direction in search of my grandma's grave site.
Behold, there it was: I know today that my God led me to that STONE. From my tear-filled eyes I read the grave stone- Alice Marks.
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