Monday, September 20, 2010

His Image and Likeness

More times then not I find it hard to accept what I am not. For I would be that which I am not and striving to be that which I would, falling short time and time again. More kind, more forgiving, more perfect.

Sometimes it is no more then a dream, a concept. Yet other times almost achieved. But now it seems that I have came to this ends that I must begin again what it is I wish to be.

I, and only I, get to decide each step, but the path before me is laid by God or fate, and I only get to choice the choice placed before me. You came into my life through these words I send to the world, and the meaning is imparted are those that you choose to give them .

One, two, a hundred, or a thousand it matters not for I am me and you are you, if you exist. I know, “If I prick you, do you not bleed?” Well let me prick you and let us see. Are my words enough to bring forth anguish? Or must it be my slings and arrows?

I have lost myself inside of me time and time again. Have you not done the same, and go searching around inside of yourself to find you? You know you could be me, just another fascist. When you drop back deep within yourself do you not find a part that never changes? A part that is always the same, the part that picks and chooses, says yay or nay.

Its likes and dislikes that change, its attitude that changes, its understanding that changes, but the it that is I stays the same and always observing. From the time I was a child this has been true for me, and I believe that it is true for you as well. It is this in us that I believe to be the Breath of God, the part in which we carry His Image and Likeness.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Good Advice

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
Good advice,
We give it all the time.
But then,
More often then not,
We ignore
That sage advise.

Going into the book section
In the airport
Before out flight,
And what is it we look at
To decide which
Book to buy?
Why the Cover, of course.

We walk into the dance hall,
And watch them come in.
Too fat, to short,
Bad taste in clothes.
On and on it goes
Judging by the surface
And not the deeper person.

Why, pray tell,
Do we,
Time and time again,
Ignore what we know
Is right,
And do that which
We know is wrong?

Time! Time is the answer
My friend.
We just do not
Have the time
To read every book
Know every person
Well enough to judge.

So we do the best we can
With what we have.
Making snap judgments
On the fly
All the time.
And it for ourselves
That we make that admonishment:

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
For we know that we are
Deeper then we appear,
Wider, by far,
Then a brief introduction
Could ever
Reveal!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Sometimes Felling Sad

Sometimes felling sad is
better then the alternatives,
Sometimes feeling sad
is the place to be.
Just sitting around thanking it over
Just like picking a scab
When you know you shouldn’t.
Ahh, that sweet pain
That stab of pain that
Streaks across your mind
When you tear to deeply.
Bringing tears to your eyes,
Blinding you to here and now.

Sometimes felling sad is
Just better then anything else
That you can bring yourself to do.
Remembering the loss
Brings back the pain
Stabbing into your heart,
But you cannot forget.
And yet you wish
That it had worked another way.
In a way that would have
Brought you to a different day,
A day in which there would
Have been no lose, no pain.

But sometimes felling sad
Is all that is left.
Just remorse and condemnation
For decisions made unwisely
In a misguides search for happiness,
When a heart was given
But not accepted
Because of the strings
Tied to that heart.
Even though it broke your heart
To walk away, you walked.
Wishing with all your might
That there was a different way.

Sometimes, lost in that sadness
You dream of the happiness lost,
Lost before it ever really began.
And see the world through wet eyes,
Through sad eyes that color your world.
Drowning all hope of a brighter day.
Threatened to trap you in remorse,
And leave you in despair.
Deluding you into believing
That your only hope for
Happiness has passed.
But "don’t lesson to him Dan
He is a devil not a man."

Monday, September 6, 2010

A Famous Man Died to Day

A famous man died to day.
He was the same age as I,
But he made something of himself,
And I only made it to here.

A famous man died to day.
In time his fame will fade
Until in the end
He will be no more famous then I.

A famous man died to day.
He fought the good fight
Helped to change the world,
But he will find the same worm as I.

A famous man died to day.
Used to be he would have went
To join the majority,
But today the majority lives.

A famous man died to day.
Every day men die
And except for friend and family
We seldom note their passing.

But a famous man died to day,
And the flags are at half mast.
His passing mourned by more
Then our passing will be mourned.

A famous man died to day,
But I say, “let us rejoice”
Instead of mourning, for we all are
As the due on the morning grass.