Tell me

Tell me about today

Tell about tomorrow

Tell me about your world

The dreams you dream and borrow

Tell about your yesterday

Tell me about the past

Tell me about your home

The things you want to last

The Ride

THE RIDE
  

I will ride upon that horse

That others fear to ride

I will shout with warriors past

And let these worlds collide

I will set upon that beast

Never fear the sway

I will ride faster still

Until that glorious day

I will not fail the frail

Protect them is my call

I will swing sharpened sword

And watch those enemies fall

I will not slow the pace

Until this ride is done

I will not dishonor the past

 Modernity will I shun

I will follow another’s road

For I am not alone

I will wear ancient garments

And lead where I am shown

I will obey sacred writ

Attack and not retreat

I will grip providence’s right

And never embrace defeat

This one ain’t done yet….abandoned for the time being

Ruins

Into ruins

Ancient , Past

Outside

Looking in

 

Into caverns

Textures, scents

Inside

What's never been

 

Constantly searching

Colors, peddles

Flowers

That never bloom

 

Randomly breathing

Pounding, beating

Within

Darkened rooms

Tortured Chamber

Take a walk , down this hall

To my tortured chamber

Take a look, at these  fixtures

Placed so thoughtfully

Gaze , gander at such beauty

Resting in deafening silence

See the table, set before me

Each night with great awe

A delight for man, fully spread

Though never a bite tasted

All the pleasures ,to tempt a hunger

Yet, starving will you leave

Wasted senses, sight ,touch,taste

In this tortured chamber

Complaint

My heart cries to thee oh Lord



Strokes my pen into labor


Resolving to voice my complaint


Words escape my soul


Embracing each other


As tangled lovers


Holding tightly together


Displaying larger commonality


Hopeful peacefulness,disrupted


My tears,orphaned strangers


Are not many thus and so


Dare I not raise an accusation


Not toward the God of all heaven


What is my complaint to thee


Why is my hand set to write


That Lord God of heaven


You would rescue me from illusion


And within me with deliberate action


Reside in with deepness of intent


Your ordinary means of Grace