Silver Stream

Silver Stream                      12/27/2017

I ripped off the ribbon

And tore open the box

Appreciative of anything

And expecting nothing. 

My eyes were opened

And there is no going back

No matter how deeply buried

And suppressed. 

While we laughed

Others were murdered

And while we slept

Their bodies were burned. 

They lay down with dogs

And shake their head in disbelief

Mauled to the bone

And shredded with teeth. 

But we did not warn them

And they were never told

Beast from man

And lead from Gold.  

We thought

That they could see it

And we thought

That they understood

Hung by our own piety

Foolish, deadly, and dumb.

But they

They were are lied to

Every day in every way

Led down the easy path

Vulnerable and kind. 

Oblivious to the snake

Coiled in the grass

The fools of the field

Trusting and dumb.    

Save all you can

And tell them

Dead level straight

The truth of reality

Right here

Right now. 

For no secret

Is so well hidden

And no record

So permanently sealed

That the Lord shall not reveal it

Obvious and true.   

Rejoice at the gift

Still yet to be opened

The shining blessing  

Together with God

Pure, free, and clear. 

Shout and sing

In Joyful triumph

That we have

Already won. 

No longer bound

And no longer in the dark

The bright lights

And bright spirits

Of glorious luster.

God wins

Good wins

Now and forevermore

The gift we knew not to ask

And did not deserve.

But it is that gift

That means the most of all

As love given freely

Multiplies endlessly. 

It rains down now

And I can feel every spark

The beautiful light

In the dead of the dark.

Judiciary

 Judiciary         12/14/2017

The wheels turn slowly

But methodically

Millimeter by millimeter

Hour by hour

And day by day 

There is nothing new

Under this dead sun

And nothing lasts forever

Except for us

And God.

This also

Shall pass

And the good shall yet

Rejoice.  

We who have waited

And lay awake at night

Hoping against hope

That we might survive.

In less than an hour

All of this shall change

When the greatest lie

Ever told

Collapses on itself.   

Forgotten

And destroyed

Less than dust

And less than dead. 

And we who live

Shall seem them no more

With no need to gloat

And no need to slander. 

Free from the yoke

And free from the blame

At last, who we always were

And where we always belonged. 

At any moment

And at any time  

The truth

Indisputable and undeniable. 

Pray for the day

And look for the signs

Breaking through

Everywhere you look. 

Squealing, scheming

All that they have done

Here today

And gone tomorrow. 

Doubled down

And doubled dead

Long past the point

Of no return. 

Let them all keep on

And let them stew

In their hatred

Overripe

And overdone. 

Buried by the hatred

That they themselves have fanned 

And condemned by the violence

That they themselves hath planned.   

Domicile

Domicile            12/13/2017

Wood brick

Mortar and stone

The old Georgian stands

Against time

And memory.

Heavy, solid

And shrouded in snow

A tower and a fortress

Steep and mighty. 

Cold to the touch

But warm within

We sit by the fire

Basking in the glow. 

Our boots

And our gloves

Melting by the door

Encircled by water

Puddled on the floor.   

Calling me back

For a moment

To other times

And other places.

Cherished moments

Of a childhood

When everything was magical

And full of wonder.

Fuzzy and surreal

Both distant

Yet familiar

The arc of time

Looped in my head.

Though the years

Grow long

The connection remains

Etched by experience

Bright and strong.    

A perfect ending

To a perfect day

Momentarily protected

By beauty and joy.

Into a long winter

Sparkling and white

Safe for the siege

Through a long winters night. 

This is our castle

And this is our redoubt

Safe within  

From the world

Without. 

Why we are hated

Is who we really are

Chipped away from all sides

Through deception and lies. 

By any and all means

Marginalized and shunned

Accused of everything

That they themselves have done. 

I look at my children

And I know what must be done

More determined than ever

Until the Kingdom comes. 

The Cutaways

The Cutaways                                     12/7/2017

Inching closer

And ever more apparent

The anticipation of miracles

Overflowing with joy

Long held

In prayer. 

The doors are open

And no one

Can shut them now

Even though the try

All remain.

Before I didn’t know

And I was always lost

Perplexed by the world

Upside down

And fake. 

I had it all

And then I got to watch it

All fade away

Slowly disappearing

Until I was nothing at all. 

Erased, cancelled

Forgotten and deleted

One thing at a time

Veins open

And bleeding out. 

Something had to give

Because someone had to lose

Just so someone else could win

Giving up

And giving in. 

The words come

And reveal who I am

The one they forgot

And fell through the cracks. 

Cut them off

And let them go

Taking the slack

As far as they can. 

Lost to time

And no longer remembered

Caught up by their deceit

Twice dead

And dumb. 

We shall have the glory

Overflowing

More than we lost

Ten times

Ten thousand. 

Four Thousand Three Hundred Eighty

Four Thousand Three Hundred Eighty         12/5/2017

Twelve years,

Four thousand,

Three hundred

And eighty days.

Another drop in the barrel

In an endless deluge

Under the bridge

And out to sea.

That was the day

When I was awakened

Eyes wide with horror

As the beast emerged

Sudden and savage. 

Caught unaware

I did not see it coming

Deceived and betrayed

By the worst of swindlers

In sheep’s clothing. 

Looking backwards

It all falls together

One foot in front of the other

On the highroad to hell. 

Money, convenience

Advantage, and status

None of us mean anything

To soulless ambition. 

Nothing but a weigh station

Or a stepping stone

A place to kill time

On their way

To a goal. 

They left me to fall

Hoping I would die

Derailed at full speed

And into the abyss. 

It took me a long time

To crawl my way out

Hand over hand

Blood in my mouth

And death in my eyes. 

Inch by inch

And day by day

Up and over

Humbled and straight. 

Twisting through

The battlefield of my mind

Strewn with reminders

Of doubt

And self-loathing. 

At last

I learned to smile

And at last

I learned to love

But no longer safe

And no longer secure. 

My debt is paid

But many

Still postpone the hour

Staving off the reckoning

Closer every day. 

Let it all fall back

And heap upon him

The one who sought my life

And stole all he could. 

Let God judge

Between us

As I walk

Under his wings. 

Healed and protected

I am paid in full

Awaiting in faith

The fullness of time.