I Walk Along

I walk along the path during the sunrise.

The heat is not yet a struggle.

The birds sing and find food, the butterflies also

The wind wafts in waves over my skin.

Not entirely awake, I move one step in front of the other

With each, my eyes open more

And I am struck with the immense beauty

The calm and noise balance luxuriously.

I realize God is already up for He never sleeps

I say good morning and He does too in heart and nature.

His gentleness does not offend in the early hours.

God’s presence is always a delight.

How rich my walk when He is there. 

And He is always there.❤❤❤

Silly Bad Poetry Written By Me

Songs That Shouldn’t Have Been Written

When songs are written with a pen
And they these songs are sung again
But other ears are never asked
If sense is made of what was taked
And no one else can comprehend
This weird thought pattern that you penned
And what you wrote could never be
Understood by any you or me,
Well that is when the song you wrote
Should maybe have never left your boat.

Bad Dreams

Bad dreams come to the young
And they come to the old
They come to discourage rest from sleep
They bring you a mish mosh
Of unpleasand thoughts
They mix your fears with a glob of unease.

Sporting A Superlong Goatee

Nothing says I am a manly man
And not a goatlike man at all
Like a long goatee with shaven cheeks
As long as you are tall.

These wonders are great to behold
They scream “Please braid me now
Or trim me and I will look nice”
And it should be done somehow.

Fear of the Dark

Irrational Fears can often attack the mind.
Fears of hurt or pain or the color puce
But none is more common than the fear of dark
And nothing is of littler use.
For half our lives is lived in dark
And half in light as well
And where we can switch on a light for a bit
We can see that it always prevails.

It isn’t

I wrote this a long time ago when I was young and dumb but I saw something that may resonate:

I want to love so much.
I want to be loved so much.
I want to give what I can’t get… Ironic.
I have so much love to give.
God made me that way.
I have a tremendous heart for people.
That is such a gorgeous thing.
Too bad so few know me.
Too bad so few love me.
Who can really know anyone?
I think mysteries lie within every beating soul.
I believe people yearn to be known completely.
I believe people cry out for it yet fear it.
Behind each eye hides pain and fear and pride and hope.
Each heart can feel. Each eye can cry.
Each mind can laugh. Each skin can lie.
Within and without it all, one thing remains true.
God yearns for you.
He knows you. So help me, He knows me.
More than I or anyone could.
Pretend happens when we think anyone else does. Myth happens.
We want it to be true of another human being.
We want it to be true of us.
It isn’t.
I chased away a deception. I made it run away.
It was such a lovely deception.
I wish it were true. I wish it were true.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.