GOD IS LOVE, BUT HATES....

 

 

^{God is love}

^{God hates too}

^{Don't be confused}

^{Both are true}

 

^{For God loves creation}

^{Mammals, fish, and men}

^{Yes.. Men are mammals}

^{I digress ...let's begin}

 

^{You see He's an artist}

^{His paintings yield no flaw}

^{His best was that of man}

^{Most perfect, brush stroke of all}

 

^{Remember others were also perfect}

^{Seen... stars, moon, and Angels}

^{And though men see with two eyes}

^{God sees from multiple angles}

 

^{Creation was perfection}

^{Then He added just one}

^{Adam was, oh so lonely}

^{God loved His newest son}

 

^{So, a vision He did place there}

^{Her lovely name was Eve}

^{Adam was so thankful}

^{For this woman now to cleave}

 

^{Oh, in this perfect garden}

^{They played and ate from trees}

^{But all but one was not enough}

^{In temptation they were deceived}

 

^{Now Adam blamed his woman}

^{That perfect gift called Eve}

^{Now he sweats all day long}

^{In pain gives birth, does she}

 

^{Remember the beginning}

^{Where God is love, but hates}

^{And if you've ever been in love}

^{To my rhyme you can relate}

^{Now all this is meant in jest}

^{But maybe in wisdom true}

^{In the aching, all lovers confess}

^{God hates and loves me too......}

Cotton Pillow

I gazed upon an angels face

As she rested upon her pillow

Thinking with most covetous eyes

Never one mental frame would I dare share

For there on that cotton resting place

The purest of creamy skin, flowing blond hair

Eyes of clearest blue, opening for just a moment

She dreams of creatures, places, I've long forgotten

The toss of her head from side to side

I am arrested in my heart, thinking she may wake

Resolved in my selfishness,

Knowing this heavenly voyeurism would be over

I find myself casting my voice toward the divine

Hoping to be heard in the only request I have today

  "Please, let this time, these images be suspended forever, to be captivated in safe retreat in my mind."  

   Allow death to come before a thief, as time or decay robs me of what I have witnessed today.

The purposeful image of divine imagination

Resting on a humbled man's cotton pillow.....

Applause

  

To who this is for

To whom is it not

 

A prose or this poem

Will not untie that tight knot

 

A valued consumer

Of the words forged by "smith'

 

Open please your ears

To ingest this brand new myth

 

Words tall as mountains

Syllables in fine rows

 

Sentences long and slender

How the fiction ever grows

 

Defined in your answers

How eloquent, in good time

 

Applause to the authors

And to well written rhyme

Words Can Not Express.....This is about what we say to the grieved...

 

When in a daze 
I heard a phrase
Which puzzled in my ears
Not an empty quote
By those that wrote
Yet, still odd I must confess

 

When in grief
To my unbelief 
In written words  most clear 
Deeply sworn 
By those that mourn
But sorrowfully hold the less

 

When in relief
For their true grief
Emotions pouring forth
They offer the sane 
To ease the pain
Yes, trying to fix the mess

 

When in this way
The words you say
NO penance ever needed
So part the cloud
Now think out loud
For" Words can not express"

 

 

 

Void

Open and outstretched
Are empty arms held
No bundles there to hold

Where should be pleasantness
Is sorrow now found
By those left to the cold

Why this could happen 
Though you are not alone
Still a void is locked inside

Fare and well meant
Are the words you hear
Emotion no one to confide

Memories that never will
Be the bright visions
In the years that become past

Perhaps in eternity
All tears are wiped dry
In a future already cast. 

Open Minds....

 

 No wasted spaces on this page

Not one blank can be found

 

If emptiness is what you sought

From inside this poet crowned

 

Then dig a little deeper deeper still

It will come to you just you wait

 

You open minded follied fool

To think but never concentrate

 

On the outcome of your actions

Though wise you wish you thought

 

Have you found it that hidden meaning?

Come on now, your smarter than were taught

 

For every genius is just you who

Although you wear a different hat

 

For foolishness is always with those

Who accept opposing truth as fact..

 

the Anchor......?

 

I am drifting

Here to there

From" to " too fro

My anchor shift

By current swift

Hopeless it seems

To keep it fixed

 

Whereas and Wherefore

I cannot ignore

My legs grow weaker

Beneath the flow

This rising tide

Which none expected

Will not relent

To push me on

 

Was not by choice

That moves my ship

Sails fixed tight

Wrapped ‘round mast

Must I resolve?

To fight with oar

Place my fortune

In another's path

 

Is this movement?

A persistent quest

Abandoning me onward

Toward a greater fate

My mind now confined

In what must be refined

I pull anchor and hoist sail.....

 

The mind of Butterflies.......

 

   In the mind of lovely butterflies

 Which spread their wings so beautiful

 

 Flying to flowers they've never known

 Gathering nectar almost never tasted

 

 They must have thought of weaker days 

When crawling as chubby slow masses

 

 Eating sour bitter chewy green leaves

  Till the urge to be different emerged

 

    Never could they have contemplated

  Spinning their home of reclusiveness

 

 That time they would spend in solitude

  Would birth the beauty they had become

 

    So tend your minds all you butterflies

 Who dream, compose while others fear

 

 For the struggle, the tug of restlessness

  Is where the beauty you create will live    

 

She

She maintains her beauty

In fears

She prescribes her remedy

In shadows

She consumes her wisdoms

In reclusiveness

She forbids her compliments

In remorsefulness

She concludes her future

In impoverishment

She revisits her emptiness

In resentment

She collapses her mystery

In hopelessness

She empties her sorrows

In forgivelessness

She bleeds her soul... in synonyms ......

Continue......to my son on graduation

 

Quickly it approaches

It grips you now

You’re not ready, you think

Though surely you are

 

Fear overwhelms you

As it should, momentarily

The unknown falls in line

Behind the mystery of excitement

 

You are stronger, easily

Than ever could imagine

From fail-able teachers

Studied and steadied

 

Your inner conviction, adult

Always, you have been

The better man

Continue.........my son

 

A darker side

This

A darker side comes forth, comes out

There, from my mouth, a vomitous shout

To laugh and play, in darker halls

Where murdering thoughts, line blood stained walls

Lascivious words prepared in vain

Lustfully dripping in fluidous shame

I can go further than any could tell

Down to the pit of a devils made hell

Spitting and lunging to grab hold of that waste

Then leaving the hole at a cleaver dead haste

The fire that warms me is the danger to all

For once and now fallen, embrace the" pits" call

If lingering impressions are not followed full

He'll have you down in that blackened cave, fool

For in this brief time, I'll flirt with this pain

impress those around, and some friends will I gain

Then when they’re all fixed, on my new fondled place

I'll wake up and turn back, to the light and the grace...

OK...tried to end this darkly. Just could not...just not in me I guess...lol

Yes, I meant to use the word "cleaver" and not clever...I thought it a bit more gruesome.

Where beauty lives......

 

Where beauty lives,

the  pleasant fruit

glows with the rarest  of shine.

 

To call to those

who've tasted sweet

through the portal of their nose.

 

Where she resides,

it's ever ripe

And lust is the pick of the day.

 

To bare in mind,

her juicy sweet

unleashed from pureness of her skin.

 

Where beauty lives,

with those that dine

on her sugared inner flesh

 

To want for less ,

so it last the more

Through the squeezing and bodies pressed.