Prides Curse

Prides curse

Who stands to the side and claims he’s right,
when he hasn’t struggled with himself and joined the fight?
Who speaks of ways to win the day,
when he hasn’t a method to show the way?
Who gives this man the power to lead,
when to his own advice he doesn’t heed?
We have a word to describe these men;
They have come before and hurt us then
They speak of ways of victories gained,
with words and thoughts and mutual disdain
But in the end they bring the wrath,
of realities weapon a physical path
So when you hear the words of praise,
laid on a speakers as he wins the day
Be sure to rest your life and limb,
on the man who would fight for you not with him
For all the talk and words from the righteous,
its men of action, that are there to save us
So what’s the word we use to describe,
the man who speaks clever but from action he hides?
The word at times, can describe many of us,
It’s the way of pride and its being self-righteous
Untested by actions promised by a word,
those that practice it, should be judged as absurd
They speak most beautifully stroking each phrase,
telling of visions that they have dreamed for days
But in the end when all is done,
the methods they preach are the same from which they run
So mind your ears and decide who’s joking,
and trust in a man who has done what he has spoken

Break through

When at first you choose to follow
You are not maybe aware
That the path that’s being forged for you
Is one you wouldn’t dare.

At the point of your awakening
That you have been led astray
Are you prepared to make a choice?
Or humbly fade away?

From down below the pavement deep
A little seed breaks through
As delicate as a small flower is
It still knows what to do

Rise up my friend and make the choice
The journey is yours to claim
Trust the path to enlightened growth
Set your eyes to the highest aim

No seed ever asked “how big should I be?”
Or “what am I to do?”
It’s all or nothing to become alive
Even if it’s a Mountain you must break on through

In Memorial

In memorial

Quietly we must tread
Upon the favored soil
Where fire did vanquish
And blood did boil

Lives have been spent
In the righteous defense
The virtuous were given
Their sacrifice was immense

Mortality has a value
That living heroes know
Bought measure by measure
With what the willing do sow

Dwarfed we are
At the heightened path
By others who gave
Defying enemy’s wrath

Softly we must tread
On consecrated soil
Where men have bled
Gaining victories spoil

Quietly we must tread
On the splendid field
Where freedom chose to resist
And not to yield

One last victory

Blackened sky

Cold damp breeze

My heart sunk like a stone

A dragon's tongue

and yellow eyes

Before it I stood alone

Without a sword

Or a place to hide

My nakedness was revealed

what terrible fate

what ghastly end

my courage would be annealed

between me and it

a whiskers breadth

and the confidence in my God

That I alone

And my true heart

Would get the victory nod

Sickness is

Like cancerous fright

The serpent that swallows life

But conquer fear

And live in faith

In death is found no strife

Trust the Son

the warming breeze

I leave this life alone

I hold my tongue

Close my eyes

Yes… I’m going home

Soothsaying

How oft this has happened
I’m not really sure
But it seems quite obvious
Even to the likes of Al Gore
That our planet is living
And always is about change
Though his ilk seems to be thinking
A message they can’t explain

Global warming is evil
Mother Nature is bent
She has been over burdened
By America’s exhaust vent
I challenge that thesis
On the grounds it ain’t so
Cause nature is fickle
It’s a women don’t you know

If climatic conditions
Have proved time and agin
That mankind’s a victim
Of mother natures passing whim
But Al is a selling
A message of doom
As soothsayers before him
Profited on gloom

Enough from you peddlers
Of instant success
Predicting desperation
Like it’s a new party dress
Our world goes around
It seeks its own way
Nature is beyond you
No matter what you say

I am no heathen
I seek no disrespect
But I’ve noticed a cooling
Last time I checked
Those of you who follow
Political intervention
This religion of yours
Is a human invention

I like Mother Nature
respect her ancient ways
Tomorrow she’s sunny
But not today
Change is inevitable
On that I am sold
Prostitution and soothsaying
Are as professions
Almost as old

tomorrows choice

Tomorrows choice is to live beyond the limitations of today’s folly, so that our memories that look back to see today can laugh out loud in grand cacophony at how silly we lived yesterday.

Without that freedom we are condemned to attach ourselves to the sorrow of what we did not become today.