Meaning?…An abstract poem

pexels-photo-587958.jpegLEVIATHAN

A travesty in watercolor fades into the background when surrounded by innumerable roses of different hues.  Pastels and paper canvas aid in the deception while true pigments become diverse and distorted.  Scents of the nearby blooms wash even the keenest senses into helter-skelter thoughts of the obscurity the scene ostensibly brings to the frontal lobe with obsession.  Licking at the edges and trapped in the finality brought on by the unconcerned brush at the hands of its puppet master.  Etched are the hidden meanings and words left to frolic on this bordered playground of white.  Plato, Aristotle, Socrates and Nietzsche with their combined cognition could never have enough time to usurp this imaginative madness into substantive practicality.  No, the artist rides a higher plane than that of mortal or superior being.  His is the hand of time; the well-spring of unimagined inspiration; the untapped depths of the soul itself.  Beauty is truly in the eye of the artisan and the hand of the servant therein.  He is Leviathan!

Consequences…A short story.

THE CAPTAIN

 

The captain of a ship was very involved in how his ship ran.  He not only helped lay out the course of the ship’s journey he also helped navigate the ship across the seas.  While at sea he spent time in the kitchen with the chef to ensure that what was served to the crew was what the crew needed.   To that end he spent a lot of time on deck with the crew as an example of how to perform work at each area of the ships vast needs to operate properly.  When not aloft in the wheelhouse or on deck the captain could be found below deck in the engine room with the mechanics and workers there to confirm all was in order and working properly and efficiently.  Yes, this was a busy captain who rarely stayed at one post for any given amount of time.

As the ship reached its destination and was safely harbored the captain once again went down onto the deck and instructed the deckhands on how to properly tie off the lines that secure the ship to the dock.  Once the unloading began the passionate captain was there to oversee each crate of the ship’s cargo being off-loaded onto the pier.  Next, the captain aided in the refueling.  When the ship was once again ready to receive new freight, the captain was baffled that no one was there to assist in this effort.  He searched high and low throughout the craft only to find himself alone.

Perhaps, if the captain of the ship had been only that, the captain, this once fine vessel that traversed the seas would once again be on its way.  However, no crew would ever board a ship with this captain at its helm.  You see?

Reflection/Loss… A slow song

I FOUND A PICTURE TODAY

 

I found a picture today…

One that I’d long put away…

And the memories came flooding back to me…..

 

Seems like so long ago…

You out there in the snow…

And I close my eyes that once again I might see…

 

Where have you gone, my love

Why did you leave…

We were just starting our lives together

Then we were deceived…

I know God had plan in mind

When he took you away…

I just close my eyes, bow my head, and here now I pray…

 

I can see you so clear…

Just like yesterday…

And a smile plays across my face

In my mind I replay…

 

 

 

 

What a wonderful world…

It was with you here…

Once again I turn loose, say goodbye

Wipe away one last tear…

 

Where have you gone, my love

Why did you leave…

We were just starting our lives together

Then we were deceived…

I know God had plan in mind

When he took you away…

I just close my eyes, bow my head, and here now I pray…

 

I found a picture today…

Seems like so long ago…

TIME-LOCK… I saw this picture..

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Cascading down the country road rivulets of grass sway in the summer breeze like wheat stalks in a field. High aloft in the clear blue sky a hawk soars in search of sustenance hidden below. Sun bathes and pokes holes through the treetops that rock to and fro in the gentle wind. Sunlight dances seen and unseen on the ground below the canopy as if playing a game of now you see me – now you don’t. An old rusty gate whose frame once impeded the road speaks from hinges that are never to engage in work again. It’s once straight and strong, wooden pillars, which were the backbone of support, now decay slowly from below…unseen by the observing eyes of passers by. Songbirds flitter amongst the bushes and trees, while the brown thrush scurry on the ground in search of an unsuspecting insect and a meal.

Life here is peaceful, tranquil. Unlike that of the modern man and his hustle and bustle world of the clock. Much can be said about such a picturesque scene. Even more can be learned by those who strive to achieve it, yet the very idea is based on absurdity. No, God still knows what is best for those high-minded who walk erect on two legs upon His lands. His is a plan that will still exist in its simplistic beauty long after our time is gone.

One who gives up… a poem

EMPTY VESSEL

 

Lowly, I lay face down with my torment

Hindered and hardened my soul

Sodden and strewn across fields of discontent

More akin to the beating of wings, that sound, than my heart

Malnourishment shrivels the once strong vessel

Waves of sorrow its only exertion

Reflections run amuck and cast in every direction

Blissful memories sink into the soil where lies my past

As this husk, too shall soon be subjected

Earthworms, maggots, earwigs and grubs salivate in expectation

Pray, where is the sun that once shone down on this hypocrite

Is the powerful and mighty now prowling as a cat

Am I the prey who was once the master

Where is my charity, my reward

Did I not seek the higher constellations in the myriad plains of the heavens

Before, quenched, now I am lying in the dust to become dust

Is my destiny the way of the whirlwind and cyclone, scattered hither and dither

Surely a righteous man will again bask in hope

But no, tis not the design for me from the Architect

The colors fade, awash in grey and twilight

Dusk beckons its approach as I fall further toward the never-ending

Will there be another dawn upon the crest of my brow

Alas, that desire too will fade into darkness

From this, my station, I bid thee a hearty farewell

We all need… a song

THE COLD

Caught out in the cold again

Lost and all alone my friend

Isn’t there a heart to take me in

 

Looking for the nearest flame

Hoping just to ease the pain

And frozen to the core should be a sin

 

Who will notice if I die

When no one knows that I’m alive

Maybe I would be much better off

In a world of a world for a world

Isn’t what we’re taught

 

Don’t you know that I can see

The way that you look down on me

Life you know was not always this way

 

Looking back over the years

Did I do the same and cause the tears

Just like the ones now running down my face

 

 

 

 

And I say…..

Who will notice if I die

No one knows that I’m alive

Maybe I would be much better off

In a world of a world for a world

Isn’t what we’re taught

 

Trembling taking my last breath

Accepting not accepted yet

That maybe I will finally find my peace

 

Then I feel a hand on me

An angel’s touch and eyes that see

Helping me get back upon my feet

 

Then they say…..

I will notice if you die

I can see that you’re alive

And, no, you would be better off

In a world of a world for a world

This is what we’re taught

In a world of a world for a world

This is what we’re taught

 

Caught out in the cold again

Lost and all alone my friend

Isn’t there a heart to take me in

Man struggles… a poem

THE FIGHT

Cast me away in darkness into the gnashing of teeth

For I am not worthy to carry the souls of these shoes less the weight which they bare

The road is too long and too steep to tread

The depressions upon it are like those that have burrowed into my heart

Scars, like pockmarks, hardened and numb, encumber me

Silhouettes of shadow dance and traverse what is real and what is imagined in my mind

I wretch at the inhumanity of it

It depletes the final reserves of what keeps me sane – human

High above is the place of solace for my soul, yet here am I

Lowly drifting in a sea of consummation and transgression

Drowning with each attempted breath

Beelzebub delights with my every struggle as I purge goodness for his hate

The irritant to humanity guffaws his pleasure

The taste of metal tingles on my tongue – his grip tightens

Cast away these chains

Cast away this horror of disconnectedness to the only One who can save me

My spirit makes a final plea with repentance, humility and truth

Save me my sweet and precious Lord

Save me from myself

Save me, for I give myself wholeheartedly to You in Christ Jesus

Save me

I am Yours