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How I miss the green

The flowers by the waterfall 

Their soft sheen 

Dancing with forest nymphs by the firelight

The warm moon

The hot sun

Before late autumn had begun

Animals race around in the joy of the light

Before under frozen night

Now the trees have all gone to sleep

With the wind they no longer sing

With the wind now

Uruk-hai and coyotes howl 

An evil shadow casts across the land

The snow angels have yet to rise

Just past twilight 

It's a strange and scary zone

Yet I feel at home

The dichotomy of heart and soul

Spirit and flesh

How far is the east from the west? 

The distance from sinner and saint

An eternal entanglement

Found in me

Fire and ice shouldn't exist in bind

Yet I feel like Iceland most of the time

So I stand after twilight

Where the night creatures crawl

Mildly appalled

By the revelation that I'm not scared of the dark at all

But of myself

Hair on end, growling at racoons

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Two storms rise

Lighthouses stand along the shore

Keepers in them lift their eyes

Shining the light ever more

Their bells calling against the wind cold

As clouds shadow churning shoals

A call to action

A call to seek shelter

Storms out on the gulfstream

Turning mean

All a keeper can do is call

Beg and plead

Storms going two ways

Different people

Proud and strong

Believing the keepers are wrong

Storms don’t rock these shores

Ships will remain moored

Devastation is coming

The keepers hearts

With each nearing breaker

Will keep breaking

Those belonging to the King

His praises they sing

As the surge comes

To scatter, purge, and clean

Savage will be that storm

Those who deny the King

Scoff at the cleansing

Ignoring the storm

That will leave every heart torn

Every body scorn

Giving no chance to mourn

Who can withstand the coming storms?

Cold winds chime bells

As two storms rise

One from hell

One from heaven

The only surety

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My heart is broken

Soul is weary

Surrounded by negativity

Immersed in a dead humanity

Joy dies

Hope flees

Love remains

On life support

I want to encourage them

But words like knives

Cut apart others’ lives

People need love

Need lifted up

But misery loves company

As we grow apart from righteousness

We fade into darkness

The church moves into ambiguity

As the world is enveloped

You thought the sun going dark was literal

While you ignored the total eclipse of the land

The embracing of evil by every man and woman

Even I

Quietly I cry

At our peak of society

Inside our souls we die

I'm weary

My tears have poured out

For months on end they flooded the land

Weeping for the rebellious children

Brothers and sisters condemn each other to hell

Ignoring the desperate sinner

Begging to know how to be sanctified

It's over now

I breath deep in peace

Because I've had fun

I've taken joy in what this world had to give

But it's so broken

I won't miss

As much as I should

I close my eyes

Desperate for the Holy Spirit to complete my life

One day I know He will

End this decaying shell

And save the eternal me from hell

And I'll be manifest

At the King of Kings’ wedding fest

Then at last

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This life is a mess

It starts off bloody

Getting little better I confess

The constant division

The news cycle is a stress

As though there weren't enough

Trying to kill each of us off

There are vices for each

Crutches for all

Hope in the salvation

Of Jesus gets me through

I've tried other

I used to guzzle my crutch

But alcohol was never enough

The demons therein

Only made things worse

To know I am loved

To know I am valued

Not because of what I've done

Not because of where I'm from

Nor because of how I look

For God judges the content of our character

And given Himself

To stand in my place

This is the grace amazing

The hero died for the villain

And changed this failure’s life

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The Lost Explorer

Not all who wander are lost

My mind seems to only wander

As of late

Bouncing around clichés and old phrases

Leaving literary fragments in their wake

I'm a long lost explorer

On the otherwise uninhabited island

Of my mind

Trying to find the lost and damaged corners

Wrecked by the hurricanes of stress and time

It's peaceful here though

My quiet palace

No other soul has access

No one else can control or assess

The various paths I follow daily

I'm trying different radios

Calling other islands

Reading make believe books

Letting the white noise of waves

Be my sound of silence

It's generally peaceful here

Away from the negativity

The vain competition

And the hate

That the world loves to make

Sometimes I think it would be nice

To bring you in

Let you enjoy the vice

Make love by a tropic moon

And again by palm trees and an ocean blue

But could you stand not to stay?

A visitor in my head would be ok

But one permanent resident is enough

Two voices create conflict

I only desire

For an intellectual touch

A meeting of minds

An intimacy of ideas

To which body, mind, heart, and soul clutch

My mental equal

In creativity and imagination

Like fire and gasoline

If it ever happened

I stay here alone though

Constant calls crow from the radios

Dear explorers who demand my attention

But only lessen my retention

Contentment is the key to happiness

And I am so thankful for all I have

What little is mine I cherish so

Basking on the sand

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The Man stood before His accusers

Circled about Him

Bruised already He seals His fate

By telling the words of truth

That so many had spent three years

Waiting for Him to use

It wasn't enough

To appear to commit blasphemy

The government had to have their say

The nations had to make their examination

Before the sacrifice could be approved

To the governor, then the king, then the governor again in the same day

He is pure

Perfect before God and men

No one else will do

He is chained before men

Masters in the art

Of the 40, save one

Keeping a man alive

Yet sapping him of strength

Is a skill long lost in the public

His body starved for strength

Loss of blood makes for a dizzy walk

Under such a load, at such a length

Flesh is missing, but no bone is broken

Flies harass the sticky substance of life

Splinters from the wood

Tear open drying scabs

Yesterday's Passover

Is so far away now

The Lamb is being slain

The blood is being spread

On the frame and threshold

Spikes hold His wrists and feet to the tree

Lifting against them is the only way to breath

The world has gone dark

Blood flows down the wood

Obscenities are barked

The Man is mocked

Evil surrounds

Men laugh

Demons howl

The definition of good

Dying for our evil

The mid-season climax

Of the show of humanity

Comes to the end of part one

One last prayer for them

For us

For we know not what we do

It is finished

The Earth quakes

The temple shakes

The demons aren't laughing now

The veil is hewn

Blood on the mercy seat strewn

A spear enters through His side

Blood and water

Pour from the slaughter

Of a broken heart

The Man of no reputation died

This is not the end

Though it is finished.

Matthew 26:36-28:10

Mark 14:33-16:13

Luke 22:54-24:12

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Clearing the Fog

What is this?

This mental fog

It needs to clear off

Thoughts come and go

Faster than I can speak, type, or write

Like coastal ghosts

Passing through the dense mist around me

Here, then gone again

The train of thought blasts out of sight

When goals aren't clear

And I stand stagnant here

Things become blurry

I just want to sit and think

Everybody is in such a hurry

They cut my resources short

And demand more

A business partner

Is slow moving and harder

To get moving than this thought process

I need progress

I'm an airplane in a stall

Speed has come to a crawl

Altitude is starting to fall

We're going to crash

The irony is this

All we have to do

Is point the nose down

And build back up speed

Because skyward

Isn't always the right lead

Planned loss in altitude

Is just what we need

Reflect on procedures

Reread our creed

And make a plan

Because our airspeed is still in a bleed

We're going to die

If we press on too high

Maybe the only way to the moon

Is to cut everything free

Light rockets

And cut safeties

Because a slow climb

Is a nasty grind

It takes a lot of hustle

To exit the atmosphere

But it's the ground I fear

Some of this isn't even making sense

Free writing is like a soul crying

Flushing out tears

Trying to realign with what's dear

I long for heaven

But I'm not enough

To get there in my own

I need a master craftsman

To get this vessel honed

I can't take another loan

I can't become a drone

It's not enough to do this on proxy

Nose down

Trim for speed

Throttle for altitude hold for now

Check the rockets

Are all systems go?

Can this burn be sustained?

Past launch can an orbit we attain?

Plan, project,

What kind of telemetry can we expect?

Old data is hardly useful

You can't boldly go

When you focus on other people

Where does this end?

The Sea of Tranquility maybe

So buckle up baby

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I had this dream once

You met me in the cabana

In nothing but lingerie were many taunts

Delightfully wicked were your flaunts

Dragging me in

By my tie

To the kitchen chair

You did tie

My legs and wrists

I only smiled

Ne’er a cry

Because I enjoy submitting

Almost as much as I enjoy being your dominant

A two inch wide scarlet ribbon

Goes over my eyes

And tightly tied

Sensory deprivation

Is such a delight

I hear you breath

Your skin sliding against mine

So erotic

The self-righteous would call it a crime

Your perfume

Your pheromones

Make me think I've died

Your love

Your respect

You know what I like

Ever nerve is getting wrecked

Your nails drag

Your breath is piña colada

Your neck is vanilla strawberries and wine

Your body is you

The sweetest smell of all

Everything you are

It's on your pillow

Your towel

Your swimsuit

This whole house

I don't even know what it is

But it's you

I've never smelled it

Anywhere else

It fills my nostrils

My nose knows it's home

When it picks it up

As you draw from me

Sweet hallelujahs

Every sense is screaming

But that of smell

Has another story to tell

It's a pleasant peace

It knows it needs

It's security

Everything seems to peak

Our scents mix together

Ocean sounds and smell leak

In through the open window

The hot July air

My nose makes no mistake

You untie me

The blindfold comes off

There was no chair

I'm waking, you're still asleep

A distant fantasy

To another version of us by the sea

Was the closest we'll get

To tying me down

You lack communication

And respect in the bedroom

But the smell remains

Nearly ten years

Learning to love you the same

Finding a scent