Father's Words

[Another request. If any of you have any request either send it to me on Facebook if you are on my friends list, or email me.]

There are things that I want to say,
Before time and life slips away,
But the words won’t come out,
In whisper or in shout,
To tell you son how to play your card,
So your life doesn’t have to be so hard,
Give you some tips as to life,
So you don’t have to go through all the strife,
That I’ve been through in my days,
All these wrong hands, and misplays,
And if there is one thing I want to do,
It’s to say that I love you,
There is so much love in my heart,
But son it seems every time I start,
To tell you the way I feel,
Something come in to steal,
The moment, the chance away,
But not today,
Forgive me for all the things I’ve done,
Forgive me for my faults, my son,
You don’t have to have my misgivings,
You don’t have to have my miss-livings,
If you learn from me,
And always try to see,
The better the higher path,
Always count the odds, do the math,
Then you’ll come out on top,
You’ll be the cream of the crop,
And I may not ever say it son,
But when all is said and done,
Whether in whisper or shouting loud,
You make me proud,
And I love you,
No matter what you do.

Forgiven, Forgotten, and For Granted

[This poem was requested by Jerome De G., he knows what it is for, and I am giving him permission to use it along the lines of our spoken agreement. As for the rest of you I hope it blesses you, and what Jerome does blesses you even more.]
This thing, slowly slipping up on me,
Bearing chains to keep me from being free,
Coming decked in silver, decked in gold,
Coming decked in pleasures bold,
Luring me on,
Whispering, “hurry before it’s gone”,
I take the bait, the lure,
And purchase pleasure,
But at what cost?
What value was lost?
The death of the son of God,
Beaten down by the rod,
Of my miasmic sin,
Forgive me father once again,

I never more want to cry,
In darkness as moonless midnight sky,
My sins were forgiven,
My sins were forgotten,
Satan’s rule was supplanted,
And here I go, taking it for granted,

Forgive me father once again,
I’ve gone and committed the same sin,
I knew all I was doing,
Was once again bringing,
Sorrow to your heart,
Exposing it to Satan’s dart,
You died on that tree,
That I might be,
Forever free,
But the problem you see,
Is I’m still holding the hammer,
And every tempestuous clamor,
Drives me back once again,
Nailing you with my sin,
O’ Father, forgive me,
Pour down your mercy,
I know it cost your life,
You went through a world of strife,
Please, take the hammer away,
Please, father hear me pray,
Take the old man, don’t let him stay,
Change my life, please this day,

I never more want to cry,
In darkness as moonless midnight sky,
My sins were forgiven,
My sins were forgotten,
Satan’s rule was supplanted,
And here I go, taking it for granted,

Forgive me father of my sins,
I’ve killed heaven’s best again,
While conscience pricks like pins, needles rods,
For transient pleasure I chose to slay God,
That was the horrific cost,
All of love, risked being lost,
To save one,
You gave your only son,
Who life I took for vain gain,
Yet willing was He slain,
I don’t understand that love,
Coming down from above,
That He would give me His place,
Even after I spit in His face,
Forgive me Father of my sin,
I’ve gone and failed again,

I never more want to cry,
In darkness as moonless midnight sky,
My sins were forgiven,
My sins were forgotten,
Satan’s rule was supplanted,
And here I go, taking it for granted,

For I want to cry someday,
In glory free from dark and grey,
Of sins forever forgiven,
Of sins forever forgotten,
Satanic tyranny forever supplanted,
Of mercies to me, you granted.

Nafarius Lucidity

[Another requested poem, this one was requested to be about romance, adultery, and heartbreak...not sure why the person wanted that, however I wrote it. They originally asked for it to be from a girls point of view. No point of view sex wise however is specified in the writing.]

All you ever say,
Is that you love me,
What’s with this game you play,
You’ve been with another I can see,
You come around and cover up,
All the things you’ve been doing,
When your out having pleasure’s cup,
Don’t you know the pains it’s bringing,
This pain cutting in my heart,
Your cheating on me,
Piercing with your dart,
So I’m setting myself free,
I walked in on you and another,
There is nothing you can say,
Go run off with your lover,
I refuse to stay and play,
You hurt me most with your adultery,
But you also cut the chain,
And set me free,
From this constant pain,
This knife of treachery black,
Forged from nefarious lies,
Again and again, slipped lucidly into my back,
Nevermore, today it dies.
You spoke so softly in my ears,
Of how I was your only one.
As you cried crocodile tears,
While you ran around looking for fun.
Don’t reach out to touch me!
Don’t try to comfort me!
What’s wrong? Can’t you see!
I’m going to set me free!
I hear you; you said you’re sorry,
Well that’s never going to be,
Enough any more,
What’s this your begging on your knees?
Crying, “please, Please!”
No, get out of my door,
Your welcome here, Nevermore,
Get up off the floor,
Before I give you what’s in store,
You wanted to play with whores,
Wanted to make some scores,
You diced up my life,
With your cheating knife,
Now I got a knife of my own,
Flee fool, before I make you groan,
I never want to see you again,
Never be reminded of your sin,
Your no longer the boss,
I will be free,
Of the shame, heartache, loss,
You brought to me.

Heaven's Die is Cast

[I was asked to do another poem by someone, however they left the choice of subject up to me, so I wrote this. There are many possible ways that this can be interpreted, and I believe each reader can derive different meanings from it. I hope it blesses you.]

Staring into the darkness,
Morose with no sharpness,
Trying to pierce this veil,
Woven tendrils of mourning wails,
Blocking all sight and sound,
Except the feverish pound,
Of your fearful heart,
As the tendrils about you dart,
Enveloping you in miasma of sorrow,
Leaving no hope of dawn tomorrow,
Leaching from you all joy,
Devouring hope, with you they toy,
Satiating fiendish desires,
In the extinguishing of your bright fires,
Leaving you dark and alone,
Alone ‘cept the anguished moan,
Falling in gasping breath from lips,
Lips of a soul come to grips,
With fearful, tearful cost,
Of hope deferred, and joy lost,
These tendrils push you down,
Trying to force you to drown,
In the dark depth of saturnine despair,
Dragging you down like a beast into its lair,
Clinging chains of depression,
Of soul anguish and recession,
As you choke and sputter,
And in icy cold shutter,
Forced beneath the flow,
Of swallowing serpentine sorrow’s blow,
That stream, that mighty river,
That shackling misgiver,
But then as your breath is at its last,
Something across your life is cast,
Tis not a shadow dark,
Nor some scourging mark,
Of past sins come back to haunt,
Or of mighty trials to daunt,
Tis a life line strong,
A saving from wrong,
It is a swimmer mighty,
To pull you free,
In this great risk he doth take,
To pull you out of icy lake,
Henceforth Heaven’s die is cast,
Will you grab hold before it is past,
Grab hold of The Mighty One,
Who is naught but Heaven’s only Son,
He will trade fates with you,
What do you choose to do?
Either way He feels the ice,
Either way, He pays the eternal price.

Silver Crow

[Someone (on facebook again) had requested that I write a poem about waiting for "the one" so here it is. I hope that it is what they are looking for.]


It burns it burns it consumes all feelings,
This agony of ecstasy leaving soul reeling,
Stripping layers of inhibitions, away they peel,

I must resist,
I must desist,
Mustn’t break Heaven’s trist,

This possessing desire,
Blazing hot like a fire,
O’ Flee now before straits are dire,

Your very presence is a blow,
Upon me, with your temptatious glow,
My Fair Silver Crow,

I feel base like a beast,
Wanting to take and feast,
To taste from greatest, to least,

But I shan’t,
I Can’t
I must resist passion’s rant,

Resist this bloody lust,
To embrace my fellow dust,
To break faith, to break trust,

Such is the conflict of this communion,
Of my mind, heart, and flesh; no happy union,
Feelings and primal lust in collusion,

Yet you, Silver Crow,
Will never know,
Of this fight, of its flow,

For you were not given to me,
Therefore it can not be,
I will not chain myself to you in iniquity,

I will wait for the Raven of my dreams,
Not the, Silver Crow, of passion’s screams,
I will wait for the one He deems,

Even if she is not fair,
Nor the “woman of silver hair”,
Or a princess rescued from beastly lair,

I will do what is right,
Even if I fight alone through the night,
And no help meet is found in the light,

Still even then, I will serve.

Passage of Another

(This poem was requested by someone anonymously on my facebook page [and yes I take requests that way.] It was a tad difficult to write about loosing someone without knowing who I was writing for, nor what type of person relationship wise the person had lost... however here is my attempt. Forgive me if it isn't good, I haven't written in a long time.)

That day cut my soul,
Searing like a blazing coal,
You stepped out of my life,
Your passage a rending knife,
There was peace, yet with pain,
In this loss, can there be gain?
Yet I must move on,
For you are gone,
You were there for me in life,
Whether peace or strife,
May I not forget the way,
That you lived each day,
May the remembrance never fade,
Of the memories we made,
You may be gone away,
Like the mist of morning day,
Vaporizing in the noon light,
Or like tears of morning night,
Dried by time’s touch and sight,
But you live yet still,
Within hearts, minds, and wills,
Of those you touched, blessed, loved,
My dear beloved dove.