a prayer for the children invisiblechildren.com

Lord, hear children crying, how long will you wait?
how much more will it take for your heart to break?
i know Your timing is perfect but the hour is late?
is it not enough that they get kidnapped and killed?
how much more blood will you allow to be spilled?
how many more graves will you allow to be filled?
Lord, these are your children let your blessing fall on them again
merciful powerful loving God, i fear not the acts of men
but still i ask when even now here their cry from the lions den

stage 5 acceptance

today the sky is like my grandma's hair 

and i sense that there is wisdom hidden in the air

and white flowers are blooming on the trees

just as memories of you return so bright to me

but the rain falling today is not that of tears

rather it is the redemptive cleansing of my fears

and eventhough i don't know where this sidewalk will lead

i am content to walk, following this path in front of me

rescue reflection

i look up to the light and get

blinded by the sun

i stood up for the fight and got

murdered by a gun

so i guess this must be life so quickly it is done

and while much is lost in strife hopefully more is won

Phrases people use a lot that bug me

"if you dont have anything nice to say dont say anything at all"

(no, you better find something nice to say)

"life goes on"

(thanks so much for telling me that the world is not affected by my problems)

"that's just the way it is"

(when has that ever proven to be true over time?)

"beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

and

"looks can be deceiving"

(looks like the beholder can trust himself)

"its a small world" 

(if you think that then you need to get out more)

"American bows to no one"

(i cant figure out why the world hates us when we are so culturally considerate) <-- sarcastic

"hip-hop's dead"

(no, you just need to retire)

sorry for this pessimistic post i just need to get that out there. have a great day. 

life is a journey (what a cliche')

this is my resolve amidst this problem to hard to solve
that all my thoughts cease to revolve around the contentment of egypt
and eventhough we have such a long way to go
till we reach jericho its a quest that i am willing to accept
we left the security of graves and the care-free life of slaves
watched our enemies die in the waves so i think its time to say goodbye
so i'll make the wilderness my friend and hope in time He'll mend
all the loneliness that this path will send and as I follow the pillar in the sky

I thank God for the waves

heart beating fast sweat fills his pours

any notion of slowing he ignores

too busy to be tired to young to be exhausted

if he had any concept of time, he had lost it

his sandy fingers work hard to match what's on his mind

with sand and shells and seaweed whatever he can find

he smiles briefly in satisfaction before continuing again

a castle with high walls encircling a cozy den

he gazes back behind him inquisitive with worry

and turns back again reminded of his need to hurry

the walls are built up higher then reinforced beneath 

the grainy town has become the wonder of the beach

water grazes his feet and he shivers in shocked reaction

it makes a silent visit to the tower followed by a polite retraction 

anticipating more to come brings him bitter sweet emotions

he looks back again this time he seems to challenge the ocean

his work has slowed with a focus now put on calculated fortification

his eyes get soft as he gets lost in the scenarios of his imagination

a shiver shoots up his leg all the way to his back

he looks down to sea the water returning to attack

this time the charge stretches to reach around the tower

it removes much of the base with its strong pulling power

it retreats back quickly taking its captives to their dark prison

but in its place another wave to attack has already risen

this one falls short but its warning is heard

and on its way back it gets overlapped by a third

frantically working to repair the damage of the first

fear takes his eyes as he expects the worst

but the third waves comes and knocks him off his feat

and what was a great castle is left a lowly mound of defeat

and so he begins to work again this time he wont fail

he lives his life in vain always working to no avail  

it was a crazy day today

there was a man with a moon for a heart
some nights it was full and other nights just a part
the light that it gave prevailed against the night
shining not in warmth but standing steady and bright
hard to escape, even harder to reach, always high above
so i wonder...
is a man with a heart like that capable of love