The Gift and others

The Give Away 11/3/11

You can give up your will
And you can give up your opinions
Changing them from moment to moment
And move with the wind.

You can know who you are
Or you can give up your past
Standing or falling
For what is right
Or for what is wrong.

But no one great
No matter how humble
Shall try to crush the good
And no worthy man
Ever stoops to cruelty.

It is hard to be good
Because honor comes at a price
But it’s not the kind you kill for
It’s the kind you die for.

We can learn through observation
Or we can learn through experience
But either way
We see them fall
And we see them waste.

Give your life to another
Before you even know who you are
Selling yourself out cheaply
Or for nothing at all.

Adopt all their opinions
And take on all their pride
Changing your face
And changing your name.

Forgetting what makes sense
And forgetting what is right
Forfeiting your freedom
And watched every day.

This is for the prisoners
The people who lose themselves
Not because of weakness
But because they do not know.

They have sacrificed the good
For the lies of another
Pulled down by the quicksand
Until there is no escape.

The harder they fight
The deeper they sink
Until they think
They have no choice
And give up their will.

The soulless have no character
And the soulless have no honor
Lying their way in
And lying their way out.

They prefer to live in secret
Because they have much to hide
Living by the sleight of hand
With everything under the table.

They wait and they watch
And always ask lots of questions
Because you never know
Who may have money
And you never know
What you could steal.

There is nothing beneath them
And there is nothing too disgusting
If there is something to gain
Or any sort of advantage.

They like to know secrets
But they try to hide their own
Because there is much beneath the surface
And more than you can guess.

They try and blend in
And they may appear meek
But their eyes are always shifting
And never miss a thing.

Only those with something to hide
Will hide behind something
And there is more hidden
Than anyone can guess.

Where there is smoke
You can be assured there is fire
But the truth is out
And it smells like gasoline.

I know the truth
And it’s enough to make you sick
Worse than I ever guessed
And makes me want to wretch.

They cannot be alone
Because there have nothing inside
So they seek to possess
Just to fill the blanks.

If you know the truth
Then they will run in fear
Because they prefer to attack from behind
Rather than look you in the eye.

They do their dirty work
In the dead of the night
And play tricks
To cover up their tracks.

They plan with cruelty
And they plan with malice
All to accuse others
For what they themselves have done.

They are cowards
But they bully in private
And they are cunning
And lie every day.

I have the truth
And I have the letters
The truth behind the lie
And the lie between the eyes.

But I see something
That they do not know
The truth that they avoid
But soon shall swallow them whole.

The truth has appeared
And it is clearer every day
Impossible to avoid
And undeniable.

The truth will catch them
And burn them away
Leaving nothing left
But dust in the wind.

No one will look
And no one will remember
Blotted out
And gone forever.


Bang a drum 11/3/11

One builds
But without preservation
Another will surely destroy
While we sleep
The bugs infest the food.

It takes more than pride
If there is nothing to back it up
And it requires much from the good
But nothing from the foolish.

The selfish are sometimes blessed
By the efforts of the good
But only if they are wise enough
To know how they are fed.

God knows and God watches
Who is afraid of his name
And he will remember
Who tried to take it away.

Many love to blame
And many love to argue
But there have always been
Others who endured
And made it anyway.

Fools love to provoke
Because that is what they know
Trading light for darkness
Without remorse or decency.

The stage is set
And the actors are ready
A long time coming
Through hook and crook
But still the same as always.

Marching soldiers from afar
Endless as grains of sand
Overwhelming in numbers
Like a plague of locusts.

Ancient memory of the future
Converges as if on cue
As the foolish follow their passions
Into a river of blood.

Look and see
What you should have known
And listen to ground
For the hoof beats of time.

See the columns of fire
Rising from the desert
As the millions
Die in their tracks.

As sudden as spoken
Just like we knew
The good that shall triumph
Over the many who fall.

Doubt not
Though everything is lost
And never give up
Though you suffer alone.

For many shall fall away
Who gave up their hearts
Just before the victory
Miraculous and complete.


The Gift 11/3/2011

I came home tired
From another thankless day
Disappointed and dejected
But thankful nonetheless.

But as I trudged up the stairs
My steps quickened
Because I knew
And because I loved.

I opened the door
And there you were
Everything I ever wanted
Plus everything
I never deserved.

I see my baby boy
And our eyes meet
He breaks out in a toothless smile
And in an instant
The pain melts away.

It is for you that I am here
And it is for you that I live
A second chance
And a new hope.

Let me never forget
The gift I have
And let me never take for granted
A family and a treasure.

So much is lost
In the smallest of moments
Because we forget to cherish
The most valuable blessing.

Pulled in a million directions
By obligations and emotions
And kinder to strangers
Than we are to lovers.

There is nothing
I’ll ever have
That compares
To you my son
The owner of my heart.

You are only five months old
But you are my greatest hero
A gift
That proves
The existence of God.