Two men in a box
A cube of some sort
Words from the Father
Heard, without retort
Puzzled and distorted
Souls broken and bent
Both are the same
Unrighteous, I meant
Twain both residing
What makes the change?
From lost to now pardoned
A new heart, in exchange
One leaves the box
In forgiveness, how odd?
What made the difference?
Well amazed, it was GOD
You see, it’s HIS will
That cures of this pox
For GOD is still GOD
Even in your box
She closes her eyes, drifts away
Eyes flickering as she dreams
Memories of things, bought to mind
Of kind whispers, it would seem
A time that now, recalls a smile
Of something, no one ever “new”
Would remember, from long ago
A recollection, of only you
Rocking there with grey hair down
The peaceful Southern breeze
Recalls with warmth, within her voice
Of a name, now said with ease
Past and Present the line now blurred
Between smiles, corners to edge
A not so common beautiful thought
And a not forgotten pledge
Would hope all others, shared such dreams
That appoints the heart to melt
Reposed in shadowed love, so sweet
And a passion, she has ever felt
Once upon a time in a land far, far, away, a mystical land of Spanish moss, large ancient oaks, and sand between your toes, lived a little boy. Unusual even now in his adulthood is and was this man-child. Always, running and doing, the master of his own little universe. Of course most people would want to be king of the Earth, or ruler of a magical kingdom, but to this boy those ambitions were for small minded little thinkers. The point of adventure is, well, adventure! To gain control of all of your surroundings, to display them in ways that only you understand, and to laugh at the pretenders who only think that they are in control. Thus and so, we begin our story.
One day, as he always did in the summer, our hero left his royal abode with nothing to cover his royal feet. Not that he had no royal shoes to cover them, but though a king, he chose not to display his regality in common situations. Therefore, bare feet would be sufficient for the day, and so his adventure began.
Commonly, with dog at side, and perhaps a friendly royal subject to accompany him, his royalness would make his way to a place where his deepest desires could be met. What could be more wonderful than to ultimately taste delicacies that were only meant for those of his status? In royal realms, certain foods are to be considered appointed for those who could handle and appreciate their wonderful, almost heavenly allurement. That was the quest for the day, but with any quest there are always dangers.
The path to delight was not particularly rushed, or meant to be one that went strait for the prize, but rather a meandering excursion toward it's ultimate goal. Oh! Before I get to far-gone and you hate me for my unnecessary mysteriousness, the prize for the day, that wonderful delight was most deliciously a Dr. Pepper and a Zero bar. Now, not the corn syrupy sweet Pepper of today, but the super cold, bite your throat kind of Dr. Pepper that has passed into history, except for in a small town in Texas, Dublin by name, where they still keep the kings pleasure on hand. Need I even have to describe the shear beauty and aroma of a Zero bar, all covered in white chocolate, boldly embodied in nougat, and tastefully injected with the most mouth watering salty layer of caramel, that sweetly touches and clings to your lips after each bite. Just as ever bite was to be slowly savored, so was the path to obtain such a prize
Out the door went the boy with Shadow, his royal canine guardian, and on to find friend and foe on their journey. Passing them that day were all the things that delighted the boy, his highness. Outside his door the sweet smell of freshly bloomed Azaleas, which would find their most wonderful beauty at the time of a greater kings most wonderful victory, but that tale is for another day. Pink and purple and buzzing with bees that though delighted by the nectar in the flowers, seemed to find little boys even sweeter and the chase would be on. Off and going the boy and dog would race to evade these tiny and painful invaders, which thought nothing of authority and had not the least regard for their position or that of the king. They were fast, but the king was smarter, and wit always outlasts physical stamina. They kept pursuit and the boy remembered that to escape such an attack, run to the hottest part of a nearby field, where the humidity and heat of a Southern sun would soon displease the attackers enough that they would, for survival, end their pursuit.
After the escape, the boy and his companion continued their pace to a nearby stream which allowed the king to navigate his kingdom rarely detected and just so happened to whined it's ways toward the awaited treasure. Along the stream the boy and Shadow would take turns kicking up a spray of water to cool them from the hot day. In rainier times this would be a place where they would swim, without regard to the prospect of being eaten by alligator, or bitten by venomous snakes. On occasion they had seen both and even caught the later, but it was a danger that they chose to ignore, for the awaited prize was greater.
It goes without saying, that in certain parts of this wonderful body of liquid adventure, the boy would with the other princes and a few common subjects would playfully cast each other under the water, or cast a net or line. Fishing seemed to always be on the mind of the king, but that was for another day.
Slightly wet and perhaps smelling of sweat and dirty water the two forced their way toward their prize,
not realizing that the greatest of today's dangers lay ahead of them, and just within reach of the delight they sought. Without a doubt the adventure was outstanding that day, and to add more fun to the trip the boy had been collecting rare and valuable crystalline jewels along the way, which when he arrived at his destination, he would trade with the kindly merchant for the treasure which he had pursued from the moment he had awaken that day. How fortunate that his kingdom was laden with such a treasury of valuable items. Just for his picking! What his subjects thought to be waste and trash the king understood to be of greatest value, for that is what makes a king a king you know.
Out of the streambed and up the path and there it was! That place where all would be realized, all would be seen in the light of fortune, and all the perils of the day would be thought nothing in the presence of the prize. However, things never go that easily on an adventure. Do they?
Just to the side of the merchants store was a water spicket where two travelers could refresh themselves before the negotiation for said treasure would begin. The boy knowing the location swept behind the store to begin his clean up, and as dogs do, Shadow investigated the nearby trash bins. As alert as a king should be when something new entered his kingdom, the king discovered a rather large, immense actually, mound of loosely pack sand appearing to be two feet high and four feet round. This was just the right height for a massive statement of kingly authority. Contemplating this wonder, the king decided to investigate with all the valor he could royally exert, and so with both feet, the king jumped as high as he could stomping both feet into the newly discovered mound. Feet and legs injecting themselves into the soft loose sand all the way to his knees with excitement rushing through his body, the boy realized something was very wrong. Suddenly he felt the first one, then another, and they continued faster and stronger than he thought possible. You see what he had jump full force into was not a harmless mound of sand, but an extremely large colony of Southern fire ants, and they were not happy at this invasion into their kingdom. Violently they continued attacking the king until he escaped and immediately began to wash them of at the near by water hose. Thousands off ants had attacked at one time and the king was fortunate that he was familiar with how to deal with such an attack. So much for “ his kingly authority”! When it came to this other tiny kingdom within his own realm, he would now defer to peaceful coexistence.
Undeterred, he appraised his wounds, gathered his bartering items, and went inside to the merchant. The prize awaited and after this hard day, he could use the sweet enjoyment that it would bring. Cold and wonderful was all he could think of as he paid for his delights and left the store. Outside he sat and remembered all the days events, cherished his reward still filling the pain of this misfortune, and amazed himself on how good it was to be the King.
Comfortable traveler
With worn and weathered shoes
Move on past me, mine are new and clean
Carry away your stories, of far off places seen
Let another wonder, for what could and could not be
Comfortable traveler
With tattered and dirty clothes
Keep your pace, I’m slow and can’t keep up
Venture not with adventure, or peace you will disrupt
Consider someone other, for what would and would not be
Comfortable traveler
With wide and opened eyes
Pass me quickly, sparkled bright and crooked grin
Fly right over , beautiful wings spread wide again
Tempt someone else, for what should and should not be
Comfortable traveler
With shoes, clothes, and eyes affixed
Move past, fly over, and keep the pace of dreams
Carry adventure and temptation in rare sparkling beams
For there are reasons, for what could, should, and would not be
Henry’s Song
this was written for my son Henry on his 6th Birthday.....
Chorus.....
Henry loves life
Henry loves singing
Henry loves Mom
Henry loves dreaming
He's livin every minute
Like it was brand new
Henry loves me
Henry loves you
Verses......
Swords are swingin
Dragons fall down
No one is watchin
No ones around
He's full of just being
Whatever he dreams
Boys just a livin
His little face just beams
Chorus ( goes hear)
He's the King in his castle
Knight on a horse
Protector of the faithful
Mighty fighting force
He's the anchor of goodness
Throughout his kingdom land
Protector of the ladies
His momma's biggest fan
Chorus( goes here)
Swords are swinging
Dragons fall down
Someone is watchin
Someone’s around
He's full of just being
Whatever he dreams
More than just livin
Daddy's face just beams
Pointless to complain
The ending is the same
With no regard to exclamation
God raises one up
Then He puts it back down
The history of every great nation
Pawns on a chessboard
Perhaps Knights and Rooks
Move at the whim of their master
One piece is lost
One moves so much closer
Toward the end is always disaster
There can be only one
Checkmate and it’s over
Perplexed now the “man” at the table
The competition was strong
The outcome oh quite real
Our winner the Author of this fable
Infrequently so,
Run reflections of woe
Timidly fearing new birth
Reminded of when
Darkness was then
‘Til sunlight broke forth on the earth
Willfully pressed
Were the worries and stress
Recalled by turn of fertile dirt
Honestly flung
Was that bow that was strung
For the arrows that where not meant to hurt
Visiting Carnton Plantation here in Franklin I found the name of a confederate soldier from South Carolina who is a distant relative....and I reflected
I found you there not all alone
But with your friends today
Fallen swayed, from beautiful home
Resting there, so, so far away
Impassioned in an honored call
Defenders from invaders rage
In stone garden found reposed
Numbered ,letters marked in a page
I found you there my valored kin
Forgotten, I take my blame
Barely seen through weathered days
Mourned and cared for just the same
Now the time, to remember, recall
To kin and country and to reclaim
To never again forget the cost
By the man whom bares your name
If so, I can
If maybe I cain't
From prison made
Rise up, escape
Promises of freedom
Felled, wisest fruits
Born from seeds
Watered by mutes
More time sentenced
Inside those walls
Eons betwixt ears
Hallowed lonely halls
Fixed again, over
Not ever to leave
If so, I can, I cain't
If only to believe
Friday, January 5, 2007
Southron Call……
O Where are you my Southron Son
Past far from the echoed Ancients
Trapped in the offense of yesterday
Forever imprisoned in soulish descents
Will you rise to save what's yours
By birth and blood freely shed
Or will the echoes from the past
Ring empty in your head
O where are you my Southron Daughter
Now made to play the harlots role
Graced in all beauty like no other
Ever asked to dance and lose your soul
Will you rise up to save what's yours
By birth to grow a nation
Or will the care of vanity
Give life to your enemies sensation
Bring back to all that Southron Pride
Which ruled in simpler days
Repented of what made her weak
Restored to gracious and beautiful ways
Surviving The Waterfall
So here I am, betwixt the mix
Of the cascading waterfall
A thing of beauty and power
To inspire and destroy
It is the narrow intersection
Of a vast reservoir before
The cliff that would normally kill
Yet, because of the flow, it allows
Those who are caught willfully, or by chance
To somehow survive the plunge
What brought the survivor to this point
Was it the force of waters behind
Or the passivity of a restful swim
Did the oncoming fall overtake
By inattention to it's existence
Perhaps it was the apex of intent
To surge through the waters to this end
Dashing the swimmer on the rocks below
Or escaping the gentle placid waters behind
In hopes of seeing the only dreamt about
Marvelous oceans of experience beyond
To what end awaits those that plunge
Without regard to the restful past
Taking that which most swimmers would not
Is the end of all to be crushed, on the jagged rocks
Drowned in the heaviness of the water
Or is it to survive, allowing those aloft
To squeamishly and timidly observe
Never understanding the delight of the survivor
MOVE
If I saw you on the street one day
If a glance, would you turn my way
Toward the memory of our yesterday
Move your thoughts my way
Would you see me for the man I am
Not before, you ever gave a damn
The one that loved you with his callused hands
Move your eyes my way
Lost in anger for the moments past
From a love that should be never last
Toward the ending of what came too fast
Move your touch my way
If you heard a whisper thrown your way
Gently calling for a better way
Words you never want to turn away
Move your ear my way
So I’ll ask you for this one last time
Bring you closer with an all that’s mine
Hope beyond the hope, you’ll once be mine
Move your heart my way
I can’t live with just a half, of love
Not to be, what’s meant from up above
Would not settle for this push,or shove
Turn your love my way
