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Monthly Archives: November 2014
Thankful
It is increasingly difficult
To see the forest through the trees
An onslaught of obstacles
Hell bent on bringing me to my knees
The silver lining gets lost
While the dark cloud pisses down rain
It has to be there somewhere
Perhaps it can be found circling the drain
A myriad of hardships
Come in all colors, shapes and sizes
This world out to get me
With seemingly endless new surprises
Troubles will always come
As surely as they will also go away
Defiantly I will carry on
So I may live to fight another day
There are frequent reminders
These wars are worth the battle scars
So I forge ahead with conviction
And the power of a million burning stars
My spiritual bloodshed
Shared by ones that know and understand
They know who they are
Ever present with outstretched helpful hand
Clouds break and skies lighten
As my current catastrophe quietly ends
With more than a little help
From my lions heart, family, and good friends
Color Guard
Always alert and ever steady
Powerful protection at the ready
Family, friends and lovers know
The ferocity burns not just for show
This heart of steel has iron pride
Guardian angels at my side
Safety felt by ones who trust
Vengeance shown to those unjust
Pick a side and you will see
Where loyalties lie when spirits free
Choose wisely which cheek to turn
The foolish choice will surely burn
Those in my heart will all agree
A lion’s loyalty for all to see
One misstep and hear my roar
This color guard has settled score
I Was A King
A welcomed sight for very sore eyes
Sturdy stone mansion high up on a hill
Weary from my travels, moon on the rise
A place to rest and fend off nights chill
A palace for Kings long ago many ages
Stories that could be told within these walls
Of wise men, warriors, maidens and sages
Presence of nobility once roamed these halls
A quiet tension unmistakably evident inside
Walls seem to whisper and the floors loudly squeak
Wherein so many phantoms of past history reside
Spectral inhabitants have been waiting to speak
With fire in hearth, and warmth to the bone
I settle in for a peaceful nights sleep
Fire casts shadows on walls made of stone
Apparitions of the ages held in castles keep
Dark shadows dance and play in the light
As a chill strikes the air and swallows the heat
State of trance overwhelming, captive of the night
Frozen solid with fear no strength to retreat
Wild visions of this property and it’s horrific past
A power drunk King and his insatiable bloodlust
Centuries old nightmares have been freed at last
Crimes of the unspeakable and savagely unjust
Trapped in my own skin as history replays
Paralyzed in ice as the fire rages higher
Frozen grip of fear weakens as I meet His gaze
Acknowledgement of a past life my funeral pyre
Time Warped
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Truly, sadly we are ruled by the clock
Time is always of the essence
Born into expeditious obsolescence
The time it takes to count
Minutes as they mount
Could be used in better ways
As time will come but never stays
Amidst the hustle and the hurry
All the frantic needless worry
Find your opening before it closes
Taking time to smell the roses
A life that’s lived by every hour
A barren tree that cannot flower
Precious time it melts away
As colors die and skies turn gray
Time can once again be on our side
Let loose the reins, enjoy the ride
Lighten up our deathlike grip
As squeezing time will make it slip
Take your cue from Father Time
Finding leisure so sublime
No more early, no more late
Pointless misery will have to wait
Senseless anguish caused by clock
All we sheep of a time governed flock
Free from chains that calendar brings
Clouds will break while an angel sings
So worry not the time of day
It’s of no consequence and has no say
Time’s not to be watched but only taken
As hopeful new serenity begins to awaken
My Fellow Warriors
As I was closing out a comment to a very dear blogging friend, this line came to mind and it spoke to me of so many brave life warriors I have come into contact with here on WP. They say “The pen is mightier than the sword”. This may be true, but would it not be twice as effective to wield both with skill and precision? So this brief wish is from my imagination to all of you.
May your sword be deadly sharp and lightning quick, while your pen remains always at the ready to write away your Demons.
JMC813
Rabbit Hole
It seems that Alice has gone and done it again
Strayed too far from home and fallen further in
Ages have passed since her childhood adventures
Her downward spiral now brought swiftly to an end
As she crashes hard on once familiar ground
No more characters bending wild imaginations
For the clock has stopped ticking as Rabbit
found himself late again for the very last time.
Long gone is the Caterpillar, as all that remains
is the empty husk of an abandoned chrysalis
While the stench of stale smoke fills the air
The Hatter locked away deep in the confines
of his tragically warped and dangerous mind
Deemed too far gone to ever be rescued
And the Queen of Hearts hasn’t held court
Since the Cards buried her in white roses
After loudly shouting “Off with her head!”
This new land pales in comparison
to the Wonderland of her colorful youth
No longer does her imagination run wild
As shades of grey now preside over all
And the future seems desperately bleak
Looking back on it all now she wonders
about the validity of her grasp on sanity
Was all that she experienced genuine
or did she fall victim to a horribly vivid
surrealistic nightmare?
Was the trip she took a key to her inner self
or just a precursor to this plunge into oblivion?
The rabbit hole a chance to get acquainted
with her creativity and imaginative mind or
just a clumsy fall into a hole in the ground?
Pondering this as she picks herself up
Alice catches a glimpse of something familiar
She turns to see a very old and haggard
rabbit in tattered clothing clutching tightly
to a broken pocket watch
The last thing she hears before the skies
swallow her in eternal darkness is the voice
of her old friend Rabbit saying
“Very sorry to bring you this news Miss Alice,
but I am afraid we have BOTH run out of time.”
The Burning Times
The winds blow cold as darkness falls on Salem
The old fortress still visible in the night
Blood red skies bathe the moon in crimson
As the air grows thick with negative light
The screams of many can be heard here often
As horrific torture is relived in the cold
Relentless persecution of the innocent ones
Brought on by fears of stories they were told
False trials held with no intent to find justice
Prosecution at any cost the final decision
Penalty of death a high price for witchcraft
Thousands of lives ended with evil precision
Women of covens brought swiftly to justice
With the use of fire, water, axe, and rope
The truth of the witch brings supernatural life
While restoring the purity of newly found hope
Age old times of these burnings at the stake
Bringing shame upon the ones holding power
For revenge shall be sought from here ever after
As the Almighty hand of God strikes the hour
White light of the witch turned dark by the fearful
Once pure intentions are now turned malevolent
What was once true beauty of nature misunderstood
Now becomes Evil incarnate strong and prevalent
When the night bathes the moon in a crimson hue
Find yourself far away from the site of the burnings
For the sinister things that the wicked undertake
Are retaliations of the murdered innocent returning
Stream Of Consciousness
Settling down beside the swift waters
Finding comfort in the sights and sounds
Looking but not really ever seeing
The abundance of beauty that surrounds
Pace of seemingly meaningless existence
Outrun by strong and purposeful current
Lessons can be learned from a riverside
So many things to see that sadly weren’t
Time to reflect giving way to clocks ticking
As wasted time becomes life’s adversary
Chasing ones hopes and dreams away
As if they were nothing more than imaginary
A life of wrongly coveted treasures
Things and possessions rule the mind
When the treasures most important
Surrounding us never easier to find
Greedy hearts beat at frantic pace
While peaceful thoughts are suppressed
A quiet moment forever cast away
Sins of convenience must be confessed
Settling down beside swift waters once again
Taking the time for once to truly listen
Peace and serenity can be heard in whispers
As waters run and reflections glisten
JMC813 