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That's Why I Pray

This world’s going to Hell
Cause parents won’t teach their children
The difference between right and wrong

When those towers fell
I didn’t see one person
Whose heart wasn’t movin’

How quickly we forget
The past and how it
Kicks us in the back today

This generation’s in a fit
Like a child who don’t get his way
Spoiled brats who’s gotten everything handed to them

Always looking, never full
People ain’t got no aspirations
Why be more if you’re just an animal

Work just ain’t for us
And we don’t want to know
How much some people want it
To give their families a home

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray

Gunfights, city lights, murder on the streets
Bombs exploding, blood is flowing under another human’s feet
School’s teaching lies, ‘cause the people tell them to
Our babies losing lives to play the whims of the few

America the giant, now only giant sideways
The glory past, now coming fast, is the time to pay
Declarations of freedom to tax the people under us
Send our soldiers to a war, then bring them back, just because

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray

That’s why I pray

So if you’re a God-fearing
America loving
Child rearing
Government shoving
Good ole’ boy
Or city guy
Join me and I’ll tell you why

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray
That’s why I pray

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Uncertainty in Normality

I walk through leaves
To stolen storms
Where green is not an option
I want to see the powder stream down
And paste the sidewalk frozen
The towers above me I do not fear
I have come here many a year
To places so familiar
I am home
Lights of brightness and of snow
I spread my wings and land on a cement rainbow
Grey for streets that never end
Yellow lines instructing you to keep to the path you choose
A palate of colors
That are always knowing
If I walked by you
Yes you that billboard there
Would you remember when I was here 3 years ago with my father?
Seeing my first staged production?
Or do you remember the summer after
When I went running forever through the streets
Looking for the cast of a television show
That no longer gives me laughter
I change with the seasons
I become different yet the same when it snows
When I enter the steel garden
I remember what has been
And I am never quite sure if I should be happy that it has been
Or sad that it can no longer happen the way it once did?

My question

What is life?
Is it your memories of old,
Is it the actions of present,
Or is it the fear of the foretold?

What is age?
Is it the scars on your body,
Is it the winkles of skin,
Or is it the year on your ID?

What is time?
Is it the hands on the clock,
Is it the 4-digit year,
Or is it the thing that doesn't stop?

What is death?
Is it your result of living,
Is it the end,
Or is it your beginning?

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A Maize of Listening Ears

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Love

Young love
An old truck
Cornfield with a picnic lunch
Just the two of us
But with friends close
Get away from a crazy world
Getting to know you better
You call it romantic
I just call it life
‘Cause this is how I want to spend the rest of mine

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore

Now I’m not rich
But I get through
Love’s more precious than gold
So this ring
I give to you
Shows you you’re my whole world

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore

Now I told her
If you want me
You’ll find me near God’s side
He’s my best friend and Father too
Now He’s smiling at my bride
Growing old
Growing up
Never seemed so hard
Lot of broken dreams
Broken pride
But I never gave her up

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore

Who knows
Someday down the road
I hope it looks like this
Two rocking chairs
Crowded with kids
And all of them are ours
We work hard
But it’s worth it
To see them grow up strong
And see their mother smiling at me
Wrap her in my arms

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore
You’re my hero

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Moment August 25, 2012

Another day.
Another life.
Another moment
Where has the time gone?
Were we just lost
and given up on that firendship?
Years have gone by
with me wondering
how those cracks,
trials, and tribulations
have tested yet severed our friendship.
In the end, it was not
meant to be.
We've both moved on.
Surely, we'll meet again
like the stars in the sky.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not my best work but surprisingly, I have been writing. Better than nothing?

Silhouette August 24, 2012

Out of sight.
Out of mind
Somehow, these memories
Won’t fade with time.
A silhouette is
All I see.
Shdows and darkness
Engulf your mind.
Take me back
To those days
Where we both
Were so carefree
And simply living…
Making the best
Of all we have
Despite all those
Abuses suffered.
These scars run deep
Into your mind, heart,
Body, and soul.
Close your eyes.
Imagine a world
Where we’re both
Relinquished of our
Pasts that still haunt us.
Move forward.
Go free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written based on the situations of my close friend and I...progress and regression is a pain in addition to various forms of abuse suffered.

Seraphim

Always fighting
My two natures
War within me causes shivers
I can’t hold it
What am I?
A man or beast
A demon or angel
Do angels burn?
Do their wings catch fire?
Mine do
My mind is in torment
It reels from it’s agony
My heart is broken
Again
It’s lying in pieces on the floor
I look up
Who is my tormentor?
A mirror image of my own face
The past self
The present regret
What darkness is in your eyes!
I get off the ground
My bone-wings still on fire
A red halo above my head
And a blue-flame inside my chest
But who are you?
I know your face
My love
Why do you want me?
Look at me, I am fallen
And have further to fall.
Yet she picks me up
My wings cannot grab the air
I can no longer fly with her
I am doomed
And my bane approaches
But she resists my fate
And pulls me to my feet
One kiss
And everything’s alright
My body enveloped in blue flame
Now, I am loved
I have purpose
I have a mandate from the one who sent her
I have the power to love my enemies
To put others before myself
I have the power to do wonders in His Name
And I love her who saved me
Who am I?
I am SERAPHIM

Bretaña Street

On Bretaña Street, memories like whirlwinds,
twirl about the dust of Autumn’s eve.
There is no one here, except a lonely
Passerby who turns round a corner

and is gone. On Bretaña Street, the rains
are gone as well—there is no water, only
gray asphalt, whirlwinds, and passersby,
who leave no trace of presence here.

Over the rooftops, the crescent moon
unveils her yellow teeth in a dying sky.

I walk the street as I walk through a dream,
oblivious of the present, the windowless
present, with its tedious unleaving of the days.

I walk the street in search of water, but
the stores are closed, and the rains are gone,
leaving only dust, whirlwinds, gray asphalt.

Perhaps tomorrow the rains will come,
a passerby will not turn round a corner,
into someone else’s dream; perhaps

tomorrow, the rains will come again,
the Tree of Life will grow once more,
and reach high into that endless space,

where birds in Summer spread their downy
plumage in the brighter sun of warmer days.

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EVER PRESENT--STEMPRE PRESENTO -- senryu

 

Usted esta siempre presente

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que me mantiene dispierto. 

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