Wednesday, December 15, 2010

I'm Not Afraid

As time consumes my every thought,
I aspire to live within the solace of nature.
Allowing silence to grip at my pounding heart,
as I lie in the grass, slowly absorbing that
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence. See how nature
-trees, flowers, grass- grows
in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun,
how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Therefore, I stand—
broken from the crumbling walls of civilization.
the confinements of a world- that expects
what I refuse to give. While
Our failures, our disillusions, our bitterness that seems
to signal the collapse of everything, are enlightened by hope.
The act of love of the cross, confirmed by the Father and the radiant light of the resurrection,
envelops and transforms everything.
From betrayal, friendship can be born; from rejection, pardon; from hate, love.
I know that the Will of God will never take you where
the Grace of God cannot protect you

So I have learned, that you must
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and
to not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.

With each yawn in the morning,
looming due date over my head,
I look to the sky,
I’m not Afraid.


Permeating each cool, sharp, breath.
Trembling vibrato breaks the bones
that built a figure standing.
Now collapsing down, down, down,
breathing out each harmony…
To their knees this figure falls.
A subject, object, mere figure within living creation—
alone, unimportant, but loved.
this figure weeps.
Deep inside, the pitch (black) begins to fade,
with radiance beaming through;
Looking up this figure praises,
realizing their virtue.

Permeated by each cool, sharp, breath;
your trembling vibrato cuts into my soul—
My broken bones heal to standing, as
the smoky room swallows all regret.
spitting lies has never eased,
the tension forcing me down.
With bright eyes staring upward,
I learn what it means to rise.

Based on an Image by Jean Luc Mylayne "august-september"

Sweat blurs the vision of my eye,
digging grooves through
my sun-tired face.
A frown parallels sweat on my lip,
not far away,
a hose has that drip, drip, drip...
Emerald leaves mock shade,
billowing over chutes of bark, browned with age,
worn from anticipation, and moist
from the sky's desolation.

Villanelle Poem

The clouds close in on a world of despair,
Creased with age, the leaves begin to fall,
Warmth clings, holding onto my every breath of air.

Lights flash with each passing driver, the light show, a mocked-up fair.
each raindop matches, that tiny bouncy ball,
As the clouds close in on a world of dispair.

Each time I've looked, at the hurricane sky, I've wondered who'd dare
to fight, as it began to call
with warm breath clinging to the air.

The thunder began to flash and scream, a swear
Coming from up above, as I begin to feel so small
The clouds close in on a world of despair.

Each raindrop clings to my skin, I wear
it as a shawl.
Each warm breath clings to the air.

The world so often has seemed like a square,
Leaving the option of walking off the earth to fall.
As the clouds can close in on a world of despair,
And warmth will cling to my every breath of air.