Wednesday

Wednesday                           8/22/2018

Everyone suffers

And everyone hurts

Up, down, and over

Asleep in the dirt.

The greater offered up

For nothing at all

Traded for a murderer

And nailed to a tree. 

I remember

Because I was forgotten

And I am faithful

Because I was discarded. 

A larger truth

That many understand

That you never ask the lonely

If they believe

In second chances. 

But for me

I go on

One foot after another

Slow and steady

Inch by inch

And foot by foot.

I love

Because I was rejected

And I am patient

Because I was rash.

Faithful to the end

I did what I could

Fumbling in the dark

Unaware and dumb. 

Picked up

And plucked out

I found comfort in your wings

Safe and secure. 

Many are the dreams

That will never come true

Because God knows better

How and when. 

How long

Nobody knows

When all of us

Who wait

See.   

55 Days

55 Days            8/9/2018

The days drag on

Down the hole

And around the corner

Minute after minute

And hour after hour. 

Life a journey

Born asleep

And waking up

In the smallest of degrees

Day by day.

The childish dreams

Are all but gone

But the magic of love

Burns forever. 

Much has been lost

By many over time

Headstone after headstone

Foot after foot

For nothing at all.

Centuries of deception

All come down to zero

The final countdown

Closer than we think. 

Secrets and lies

Told countless times

Will never be true

No matter how often said

Or how often used. 

In debt over our heads

And districted by horror

We dodge the bombs

And jump through hoops. 

Too tired to fight

And too poor to quit

Rats in the maze

Run till we drop. 

Evil lurks in the shadows

And evil murders at will

The evil soulless few

Bathing in blood. 

God only knows

All they have done

The imposters and parasites

Raging at the light.

See them lie

And see them scurry

Like roaches in the basement

Running to escape. 

Make no mistake

Who it is

And what they want

You and me dead

And gone forever. 

But here we are

Born in the nick of time

The first of the last

And last of the first. 

The few who still remember

The last glimpses of them

The world they destroyed

By omission and design. 

Now is the time

Before it’s too late

A time to choose

And decide. 

He will not

Force himself

So we must choose him

By name and request

The unshakeable faith

Mockingbird Blue

Mockingbird Blue                                    8/2/2018

Dead down

And more to come

Head over heels

Hand over fist. 

When it happens

All of this is done

A new world emerges

Out of ashes

And out of death. 

A silent war

Waged in secret

Is easily done

Behind closed doors. 

By deceit and omission

They pretend not to know

All that happens

In the dark of night. 

Murder, rape

And assault

The innocent attacked

Anything but random. 

Silent screams

Hidden in the forest

As trees fall

And babies burn.  

Nothing more

Than a head count

The mathematically dispossessed

Ever smaller

And more oppressed. 

If you have eyes

You can see the signs

The future of your family

Played out in color. 

When the day comes

Tolerance will not matter

And fairness

A thing of the past

A dwindling fight for survival

Out gunned

And outnumbered.

Come Lord

And stamp them out

Gone forever

And remembered

No more.