Dirty Duty

Dirty duty gets everywhere
nothing but a mess for mommy
Dirty duty make her pull out her hair
please be nice and poop calmly
do it in the duty place
the bowl for duty business
make mommy smile at your pace
impress your mom with this

Moon Mistress

Many a love story has arisen from your gaze
as shimmering in the night you look on us
the depths of your eyes infinite and unblinking
nothing about you changing, timeless in space
let you glow keep us always in the night
giving light to the darkness and peace to hearts
and let the chill that comes with your rise
be a calming grace to those who mourn
my lady moon of the night

What is True Love?

True Love
A phrase, an idea, barely a whisper and we're lost to its magnitude
A mystery throughout history, unknown because of social rules
History tells us it cannot be true, this idea of insanity and bliss
all mixed into a twisted reality which simply cannot be
But none the less we strive to reach and receive its effects
that it might drive us into earnest and sincere romance
madness that cannot be and never is in this broken land,
a better reason I cannot see in our world of darkened skies
What is this phase that haunts our minds and hearts so?
Let the record show its profound disturbance of all mankind
That is utterance brings men to their knees and tears to eyes
Like a bitter drink we suck it down and enjoy it as honey
Blissful poison in our veins it takes over and leaves us helpless
The desperate will deny this evidence and push forward
while the mindful pace and rack their minds on its meaning
True love, this phrase which we all hope for in our deepest place
is just another mystery, a journey that we all choose to face

Fight for Right

Walking down these lonely streets with my unclad, bear soul in my feet
wandering up and down the boulevard thinking life has become so hard
Can't find a system that works for me, another course that can be my remedy
something to guide my choices away from all of these other voices
into blissful reality were the only tragedy is the lack of vitality
in a culture where the commonplace destiny is the desired daily festivity
of a life were we all wear masks that hide us from the real task
of living in community with our fellow man, without hateful mutiny
that takes us from the lifestyle we all pretend is here but we're no where close to near
It's something we should all stand back and check out in an attempt to see the wreck
we have wreaked on our families and the friends, we now struggle to make amends
with the ones we love cherish in order that our social lives won't perish
In this day and age we've lost sight once more of the people around us in this war
this fight to make it out and stay human turning what seems dead alive again
but we can't lose hope in this dire quest least we lose our souls in the midst of the mess
Time to grab on to what's right and not end this great fight for future light
Only at the finish line of all things perishable will the weight be lifted and life be bearable

Kill me Now, Oh Wretch

Kill me now, oh wretch who steals and plunders my soul
breaking, taking and fleeing the scene of your crimes
the ruin that is left behind is till fresh in my mind's eye
as I walk into this house which was my own
bare and lifeless as an empty, storyless tome
Why couldn't the door to your heart be open to me
Greatest among men I am not and most unworthy of she
the one who unknowingly has been my greatest foe
many I have faced before and won but against thee
I find myself doubled over, cringing at the pain in me
Gnawing at the inside of my chest, I cannot face it
this infestation in the vein that this vampire has bit
Solve my plight, only she who haunts me could
but at the dishonesty of her hearts desire, I never would
because I rather live in the anguish of this day
then see the purity of who she is fade away
For a wretched thing she is at the greatest distance from
but rather her heart, mind, ans spirit remind me of the sun

“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

This isn't one of mine, however, I do love this poem. It's very sad and yet so inspirational.

“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
   Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
   Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!

Prodigal Son

My Son,

       I hope that this letter will find you well, child of my flesh. You have gone and taken with you all that is your right, though long before its time it has been given to you. It was with great sorrow that I did as you asked of me and watched you go on your way, for I knew the path that laid ahead of you. It is one that I have seen many times before by men near and far to my heart, always ending in disaster. But it is not to warn you away from this path that I have written to you, but rather, to tell you what is the true gift that I give to you. When your adventuring and enjoyment of things men of this earth cherishes comes to an end and you have nothing to your name, I still love you. When the greatness that you sought out turns to ash in your mouth and spoils all things, I still love you. When the world casts you out, beats you into the ground and leaves you to despair, I still love you. And with this love, as your seeking of pleasure comes to ruin, I welcome you home. I bear you no grudge or shame, no amount of honor taken would cause a shadow to fall across my good memory of you, my most precious child. You are, and always will be, my beloved son.

                                      With great affection and sincerity of Heart
                                                               Your Abba

What the World Needs

When I wake, brush up, and tune into whats going on in the world
I see just how upside down and backwards this place we call home is
I mean the wars and the gossip, the backstabbing in politics
it all just seems to be so twisted as the average man fights to keep his head lifted
And its not like we don't see what's really going on in this world
but we'd rather keep silent and stay normal then stand and take a chance
risking it all, our reputations, our relationships and the base things we 'need'
But does it really come down to that stuff in this world, the pompous greed?
is this what counts or is it the balance in my checkbook that keeps me grounded
I don't see how humanity is solid in the rising and falling of the stock market
or how the purse that you wear gives you the prestige, a badge of honor
because like I've already said to you before this, the things we 'need'
are all lost in the mix of it, since in the end we 'need' newer and better
and the past badge of the master becomes a lame chain to fashion disaster
The fact that I don't have nothing to talk about leaves me at the bottom
but i think standing here I can see better all the problems since
its here were the base of society needs the support, the love and aide
since they don't know which way to run or turn with this fake parade
displaying all of life's glory in it great fatness and greed, putrid in reality
standing on a pedestal that we make with our depravity of mind and body
We need to wake up, smack some water up into our faces, clear our heads
start getting on the page that's turning things around for the poor and destitute
to see the world to the next day to day process of healing, flipping thing back
right side up and facing the path that has meaning for both the rich and poor
This is the destination and the goal of a world recovering its soul

Babblings of a Cynical Romantic

Is every man to love and to fall in love?
That is a question that I have asked myself a great many times
Now some might ask whether I doubt love when I say this
This is hardly the case, since I myself am a great lover
one who respects and adores to the greatest extent my heart can
However, my question does not lie on friendship but partnership
You see, I do not believe that every man can fall in love
and just as I believe this I also must admit something else
I do not believe that ever man that can love will get the chance
for there are so many things, great and terrible, set to divide,
to betray and to steal all opportunities at such a thing as love
To be honest, this is one of my great struggles, the fear of it all
That I, this great lover, should fail to find love for myself
The possibility that I will not receive the love of another
That I am destined to walk and love it all alone, companion less
Possibly the greatest betrayal of all life is this simple matter
Were there evidence to suggest the strength of difference
I would gladly cling to it, for all I have pursued say otherwise
That I am a great lover and someone fortunate will have me
But why not make it themselves, if I truly am what they say?
Does having a friendship turn into something else frighten?
Is attraction such a monster that it abandons me completely?
I don't know that I can be persuaded to another point
Though lover I am, my heart and mind cling to cynicism
Denying the hope that does exist in attempt to protect the soul
The truth is, I have no answer to the first question to claim
Divided, I wander to and fro in order to find the truth of it
And in apathetic stupor, suppose that either will be fine for me
But the heart of it is that I desire my companion and wish
Hoping that the wish will come true, that I will find you

We the Sea

Come away with me, into the sea, a place were tears and laughter are one
Out into the deep, into the crushing, loving depths, far from yet near to the sun
ceaselessly moving, continually changing, turmoil in its very essence
the waves of its surface and the calm of its bottom, such a familiar presence
like the inside of my soul, unending turmoil and change it knows
yet in the midst of its crashing and smashing, the constant, oldest of all flows
Like an eternal past, its horizon stands unending from the shore
Yet the life that it holds, so new and young, is the heart of the sea, it's very core
So like the sea let us be so young and so bold and untamed in our youth
Let the wisdom of ancients and endless past guide us into the truth
Seeking the joys and sorrows of a new day and regretting nothing we've done
Pushing forward into our destinies, seeking our fate, things we can't outrun

Two Great Days

       Hello to all of you who read any portion of the posts that I leave on this blog. Today's post is not one of my usual pieces of work that I write but rather something of my life. This is my first post about myself in a very long time, as it has been quite the journey and has brought me down many trails and challenges. I will not start with these and catch you up to where I am currently, however, I will bring to share the joy that I have felt in these past two days. Joy like I have not experienced in some time, over the breaking of bread and the bonding of old friends again.
       I visited six friends, of which I will not name, in these past days and my time was them was one of complete rest and rejoicing in my own heart. I thank the Lord even now as I write for these people who live their lives as they should, completely true to themselves and each other. Should this not be truth I have yet to discover them so in all the time that I have known them and would consider such a moment as one where I need step in and take great care of them, body and soul.

       The first day, I spent my time in Agoura Hills visiting some friends who currently intern at a great church. They took me with them to visit some other friends in the course of the day after their work was done at the church and we spent time swimming, getting gelato, talking, eating, and enjoying each other's company as we have for the past year of college. I cannot help but miss them even now, though it has only been twenty four hours since I last was with them.

       Parting with them would have been more difficult had I been making my way home, but this not being the case, I looked forward to being with three more of my friends and past roommates. I cannot express, once again, the joy that I felt at seeing these great men and friends after a month of being away from each other. The night was late but we gave little heed, and talked freely for some time. In the morning I spent my time with them and we had a good time talking and watching Firefly together, as a family again. The rest of the day was fairly active after I said goodbye to one of my brothers and we ended up finishing the day making, and assembling while watching Wreck It Ralph, bookcases for their home. This work is something that I enjoy anyway and doing it with them was a bonus to the time. Now that I have made my goodbyes and returned home, with sawdust covering most of me, I can only think of how blessed I am to be a part of this family of friends.

Hope Springs Eternal

On I must trudge, moving forward, ever forward
to escape the pain of last gains and failed loves
Reaching, screeching, for another chance and
dying to find the light of a new dawn, a new day
Hoping and spraying that lost hopes would be renewed
that the bolstering of my courage continue to grow
allowing for all of life's magic to happen again and again
The fair lady, for whom my heart has shone for
escapes once again into the dark and the great unknown
Who knows whether the strength of the heart
should awaken again and rear its very proud head
for one more chance, another attempt at love,
the laughter that bubbles up out of well in the soul
For smiles and tears, for joy and for sorrow,
all these things I would cherish should I be in her arms
And sojourn on I must cleanse myself of the pain
and press forward ever chasing the phantom
of promise and the life I would love to live forever

Tribute to all of our Veterans

Remember us, a phrase every soldier holds deep within yet rarely utters out loud
for pride and honor hold bound the tongue of all who serve us and the freedom we cherish
Strong and brave, wearing the uniform and taking on the ugliness of the oncoming enemy
no words of remembrance were said, only the cries of fighting and dying men
fighting gallantly, sacrificing every ounce of their strength in toil towards victory
a victory which buys us a chance and making things right and living blessed lives
Remember us, clearly heard at every memorial ever made to honor the dead and their sacrifices
to the brave and strong we hold ourselves at a measure, for theirs is a more honest standard
one that was not corrupted by the politics of a society gone awry but an ideal in which we strive
these men are the symbols of that goal, a thing to be boasted of and hold accountable our words
let the cannons and gunpowder be heard, felt, smelt as though it were here among us
in a battlefield of our lives were we would fight for our own protectors, those soldiers
whose sweat and blood, by the thousands and hundreds of thousand We Remember