More poems

A few more poems, again, never finished but close enough:



The Dying Beast

Can’t you smell it?
This dying ocean beast
Alive, still barely, in this storm
This ancient power hurtling our way

Can’t you see it?
His last few salty breaths
Growling, just barely, in those clouds
Downed only by distance, tamed with death

Winds beating out
That savage final claw
Threatening all life from above
His deadly haggard form warning quickly

“Come ye, just closer
And taste my sea, and
Your fear shall know its truest form
In me, instead of these weary bones”

Please understand
What fierceness wasted
By miles come from home, is this
Toothless lion once a beast of prey




Wish Upon a Storm

I wish I could smell like rainy days
Like sweet clean air
Or cozy classrooms all lit
While the darkness outside watches through open windows

I wish I could touch like rain
Soft and cool, light kisses
Dropping on your neck and caressing
Or inhaling rain breath through a window ajar

I wish I could speak like rain
Murmuring voice like music
Small drum-like tapings
A living cocoon of silence quietly surrounding

I wish I could look like rainy days
Deep and dark, powerful storms
Cleansing and healing
Mysterious hope and swift gliding movements



The Moonlight and Me

Sometimes I like to sit in the moonlight,
Just sit,
Letting it soak into my pours
Burrow under my skin
Fall like water on my hair-
Soaking me
I don’t know why I do it,
Maybe I desire it
To be come a part of me
Written on my face
Like this ink on pale paper,
So that you will be able to see it
Years later
A twinkle in my eye,
Just a gleam
Or smell on my hair
Like lingering fire-smoke.
So if its light pours out of me
Don’t be surprised
I keep it locked up
Like time in a bottle
But it may creep out sometimes,
Around the edges of me,
But don’t be alarmed, dear friend
Its just the moonlight in me
Reaching out to you,
Mysterious magic that it is
Maybe I sit here because of that,
Its intoxicating incense
A clear gazing eye
Keeping watch over the world by night




Waiting waiting waiting
A still bog growing green
Moist air, stale staying silent
Ancient attics left so long
Hopes and prayers long gone
Stiffened joints, jesting gazes
Reaching, pausing, lagging
Scratching, stretching, yawning
Waiting, waiting, waiting

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More of my random poetry (not completely finished, but it may never be):

1
Summer Fields

When I stop my car,
To deep cornfields on either side
I listen,
Over the hum of my engine,
To hear a whisper,
The wind rippling through
The long copper stalks.
Sifting its fingers through
Leaves and stems
Bending sinuously
They speak together
And I listen
To see what they say
But their voices
Just tangle
Till they are
Absolutely inseparable



2

Crystal rain falls from the trees,
Constellations etch the ground
Where silver stars are silhouettes

Tree fingers stretching far
Snowy flowers blooming thick
Beautiful white winter flowers

Ravenous winds bit the skin
Breath like steam engine puffs
Break the fringed air with warmth


3
Walks in Summer

The night salivating mystery like
All sweet, sticky summers before,
How delectable dark and dusky
The evening looks from here,
Sleepy bird songs chatter
Evening hymns and lullabies
And goodbyes
And harmonies of us
Sweating, pacing ourselves delicately
Till we return home,
Darkness falling thick
Encompassing the smell of deep summer

Just thinking about Fire

That fire

I love to stare into fire, its flames move in their exotic writhing dance. They wake the shadows in people’s eyes burning like small stars. At the same time I have a healthy fear of it, having witnessed firsthand its destroying power. There is s certain fascination though, to even house fires. I remember driving past one once, and I watched in awe as people poured out of the neighboring blocks to watch this house be consumed. As I watched I wondered why we are attracted to the beautifully dangerous. Like the way I love watching thunderstorms right before the rain comes. The thunder beats its war drums as the lightening breaks the sky. Heavy winds rage heedlessly casting tree and branch in every direction. I love the thrill of it in its wild magnificence, its feral nature. The ocean too, is both friend and foe to those that know it. I remember being in Puerto Rico one summer. I was standing waist deep in the dark water one night. I remember thinking that the sky looked as though it was pouring the stars out into the sea. Then, rising out of the pool of stars, herds of huge white foam horses crashed against me. I can say without a doubt that I am drawn to the beautiful and terrible, but it’s not just me, humans love the mysterious and dangerous. I have to say that God is so often like these things to me. Sometimes He is the bringer of peace, that comfortable friend. Other times he is Jehovah God; Mighty ruler, who shakes things up. The Psalms are my favorite examples of this sort of thing. They often represent God as one, and then quickly switch, showing the other. It is an interesting contrast, for something to be both gentile and fierce, but God is both and so much more. It is possible that we are drawn to these earthly wonders as a side-effect of our Spiritual longing, our inner struggle to find and understand a powerful and gentile God. Psalms 46:1-10 says, “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Come and see the works of the LORD, the desolations he has brought on the earth. 9 He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear, he burns the shields [b] with fire. Be still, and know that I am God.” That is part of my favorite verse, and I love how it connects these two ideas of God’s character. That he uses His might to make His good and perfect will happen.
Every day I find out more about this God that I serve. I long to understand about this God who is strong and fierce as a Lion, and yet still as gentle as a lamb, He who is a still small voice, and crushes nations underfoot. Even with all the understanding I have gained in my few years and that of people wiser than me, the day that I can say that I know God, that I have pinned him down and I am sure that I understand Him will be the day of my greatest error. As long as I am satisfied knowing that I do not understand Him, more than my goldfish looks up and understands me, I am wise. So how do we help people understand God? How do we help them realize He is the one they are drawn to? I suppose my only answer is living like we truly believe He lives. We must live our lives in the fear and wonder of Him who watches. If we live in such a way that it shows the closeness with Him, as well as the awe of Him, they will at least believe that we believe. Because He is both of these characteristics in full people who are afraid of Him can learn his patience and forgiveness, and those who scoff at Him can learn to be terrified. Each of these two sides is not just tempered by the other, but made clearer. Through the Oceans ferocity its gentleness is made more obvious, and through the storms wreckage we appreciate its gentile rains.


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What is "the kingdom of heaven"?

Yes, that's the question of the day, and one for which I have not been given a complete answer to yet. It is not a place, note that it is not capitalized, and it also seems to encompass many different aspects. Here's what I've come up with from Matthew:

The kingdom of heaven is like…

a king who wanted to settle accounts with his servants. -Matt 18:23

a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire men to work in his vineyard -Matt 20:1

a man who sowed good seed in his field- Matt 13:24

a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field- Matt 13:31

yeast that a woman took and mixed into a large amount of flour until it worked all through the dough-Matt 13:33

treasure hidden in a field- Matt 13:44

a merchant looking for fine pearls -Matt 13:45

a net that was let down into the lake and caught all kinds of fish. -Matt 13:47

The kingdom of heaven will be like…

ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. -Matt 25:1

a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted his property to them. -Matt 25:14

The kingdom of heaven

It is near - Matt 3:1

has been forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it.-Matt 11:12

Knowledge of its secrets is given by Christ-13:11 19:14

Must be like a child to enter-18:3

Hard for a rich man to enter-19:23