Poetry as Prayer

I walk the road slowly that day,
taking in the scenery of trees and birds going by,
my eyes concentrated first on the ground,
then to the above sky,

no matter where i stand or sit,
my mind is unraveling the questions inside,
unsure of what you ask of me,
instead i run behind these trees and hide,

i am the deepest mind to come upon Lord,
for even i do not know what is in my head,
sometimes i wonder in the future,
will i still be unraveling after im dead,

is this the discovery phase of life,
where i supposedly find myself?
or am i packaging myself nicely,
to fit on society’s wooden shelf?

Lord please watch over me,
and take these words as my prayers,
fill my heart with answers,
and something to gaze at in my stares…


Gone are those nights so long ago,
Where the air was spiked with the bitter cold,

Strolling along the streets of town,
I discovered a comfort never once found,

At home is what I felt with the sky above head,
Grey was its color and snowflakes its bed,

No stars to wish upon, no moon shine bright,
This was OK though because the streets were full of light,

“Guten Nacht”,”Wie Gehten Sie?” was the words they once said,
Now I alone hear these and they make my heart feel dead,

Squish, Squash, a slip here or there,
Snowballs thrown from the balconies onto my stiff spiked hair,

Gone are those nights so ever long ago,
Where the air was frigid, but my heart was never cold….

Edge of a Cliff

have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff?
spread your arms like you were going to fly?
turned to look over your shoulder,
and kiss the world you knew goodbye?

i feel like im standing there now,
running into the crosswind of the world ahead,
instead i can only dream of this,
as i lay down in my night drenched bed,

God I feel you working thru me,
just as I had prayed all these nights before,
I asked you to take in your hands my life,
and choose for me to walk thru your doors,

is this you talking to me now Lord,
or me trying to shove my desires into my life,
i guess all those nights before me,
my prayers still fly high; string attached to the kite,

im asking you to reach down,
and give that kite a strong earnest tug,
that way as i fly my prayers above me,
at night i can sleep at peace and snug,

have you ever felt like you were on the edge of a cliff?
waiting for the wind to wish you away?
Yesterday i would have told you never,
but today my friend; this is a new day…

Little Boy

I walked up to the door that night
Knocked just once or twice
Heard steps tapping on the wooden floor
Smelt dinner simmering with herbs and spice

So weird to be standing here
My key doesn’t work here anymore
Instead of walking inside to my wife
I glare at the wooden door

I can hear the steps come closer
They stop at the minute peep hole
Feel her gaze against my own
Ripping into my saddened soul

Through the door I hear the tears
Drop from her dark brown eyes
I pray that with each dropping one
She in some way forgets my lies

Click went the metal clasp
My heart skipped two beats
Slowly creaked open the door
I could only stand to look at my feet

We must had been in sync of mind
She was looking down as I looked up
Her coffee steamed in the air
As it spewed from the ceramic cup

I clamped on to my courage
And let out a steady sigh
She dropped her cup full of java
Panted a “just let me say goodbye”

Before she had the chance to close
I put my foot inside
Regretfully she backed away
As if her strength inside died

The hate in her eyes hurt
Hurt so bad to see no love
This situation was to much to handle
Thorns so sharp they cut leather gloves

I did only what I knew
Dropped to my knees and wept
Told her I missed her so
Since she left I hadn’t slept

In front of her standing there
I prayed to God above
That if he wasn’t to busy
Could he some how rebuild our love

She called me a dumb little boy
Told me to get off the floor
Said that her heart wasn’t broken
Just bruised and a little sore

I rose to my feet quickly
Embraced her in my loving arms
Told her id giver her all her dreams
The white house on the open farm

This night was’o so long ago
When we were both young at heart
Thank God I was man enough
To make sure this life did start

50 years later I hold her hand
as the Lord takes her away
never in my worst nightmares
did I ever see this day

in front of her laying there
I pleaded with God above
She said little boy get on your feet
You’ll forever have my love…

Black and White

With my eyes shut i see the world,
The gray old man and the little girl,

Color here is but a dream,
You will never find yellow, silver, red or green,

Black and white and old TV. show,
The world here is simple things always grow,

Death is a fallacy, a stretch of the mind,
Here its all over when we run out of time,

A regret of grief for not doing right,
Is impossible here, the day is good as night,

Fear no more, locks are deceased,
A brother a neighbor, even the stranger live in peace,

Tears flow from eyes as morning comes,
I know this dream is over, this world is now done,

Cracks of light shine brightly through,
My eyes see color, red, green, and purple too…..

Goodbye heaven, Goodbye love,
I’m back to a world with no peaceful dove,