"Wonder What's Inside" - a poem

Holding the box
Looking at the paper
I wonder what wonder is inside

I feel the paper
It slick warm finish
I wonder what wonder is inside

No it's not my birthday
Not any day of concern
I wonder what wonder is inside

Could it be worth something?
Because nothing has happened
I wonder what wonder is inside

Can I trust this lone package
Let alone the odd giver
I wonder what wonder is inside

He stares and is just waiting
I've done nothing for him
I wonder what wonder is inside

I look to my friends 
They say, "Throw it away"
I wonder what wonder is inside

Don't trust anybody
Especially that man
I wonder what wonder is inside

"He's trying to trick you" 
"To make you a slave"
I wonder what wonder is inside

There's so much I need now
I feel oh so empty
I wonder what wonder is inside

I'm unsure of this gift
The box is so small
I wonder what wonder is inside

It can't be worth much
Or anything I need
I wonder what wonder is inside

So I throw it away
It's already taken to much of my time
I don't need the wonder inside

So in the trash I have thrown it
I'm off with my day
I walk away with my pride

And I turn around
And I see another
Grabbing that wonder, but why?

She unwraps it so slowly
And out shines a light
Love was the wonder inside

And now she can see
And can find her way
With that happiness that love brings each day

"I'm Not Mine" - a Poem

"I'm Not Mine"

Holding pen in my hand

I've got nothing else left to do

Jotting down a couple lines

Holding off the time

No I didn't buy the pen

Or the thoughts inside mind

I didn't earn my talent 

They were gifts given out of kindness

So what should I do with all that's given unto me?

I could let it just waste away

Or destroy it needlessly

I'll never be the greatest 

At anything I've done

But I'll definitely not getting anywhere

Unless I get up and run

"Gagged?" - a Poem

Sitting in shock 

I watch all your pain

I know that something should be done

But I can't come to move

And do something for you

So sad I'm not even tied down

What excuse do I have?

If I had one would it matter

I choose the cage that I'm in

While you sit and you wait

I'm taking the bait

And becoming fatter each day

Please won't you pardon

I've got pressing engagements

Like finding the right pet shampoo

I promise I'll be watching

The news on at five

So I can be appalled once again

I'll sit and I'll stare

And I'll rage bout injustice

Let me think of really good hashtag

That extra five dollars

Oh it has a purpose

I need my daily latte'

Oh and I can't go without 

Seeing that movie and shout

About pain while I drink fifty oz. of soda

So as I now move

From task to task

Hoping that I'll never see

I stand in the mirror 

And see imperfections

Perhaps I should buy that new cream

"The Knife" - a Poem

Minding my own business

Doing what I was told

Just passing through the day

Sure it felt a little cold

Acting like Mom taught me

Being polite, yes sir, yes ma'am

Sure, I know I'm not perfect

But I've been trying for some years

No, wasn't a good day

There have been many better

But this wasn't the worst by far

It only hurts if you let it

With a smile upon my face 

And so did smile all the others

Did that knife enter my back

No one cared to be bothered

The pain was fast, sharp and deep

The blade it burned like none other

The worst part was it stayed there

In my back I couldn't reach it

I looked around for a bit of help

And of all the people that were around

No one would dare make eye contact

Let alone pull that knife out

Now please don't misunderstand me

This isn't some pity party

I knew this knife would come some day

He warned me fair enough

There's nothing for me to do now

Except keep loving on

I'll love even my assaulter

Cause that's what Jesus says

I know this may sound stupid

I know I sound naive' 

And I know hating's easy

And no one could quite blame me

But see now that's the problem

This world that loves to hate

Perhaps if we all took some time

We could love, not take the bait

So I'm gonna keep on loving

The best I very can

Sure I'm gonna mess up

Please pardon me if you can

"Turning" - a Poem

Turning I look for hope

Hoping to escape this hell

Chained and bound by decisions

That I made so long ago

Turning I look for home

I place to call my own

A place that offers refuge

A place that's warm at night

Turning I look for love

Is it her? Or her over there?

Will they love me anyways

Despite all of my scars

Turning I look to learn

I want to know, I want to be

I want to be the master

The master of all my dreams

Turning I look for food

I long to feel so filled

Filled with food that's good

Filled so I don't fear

Turning I look for God

I thought I had him last week

He only cost $299.00

Each payment for 6 weeks

In turning I've found nothing

So finally I stopped looking

With no where else to go

I merely stare down at my feet

And then, just then it happened

And I didn't turn at all

I found all I was looking for

Right in front of me today

He took me out of that hell

And even gave me a home

Showing me a love I'd never encountered

I learned so much of the world

I had never felt so full

His food was all I needed

I finally found God

And it cost me nothing at all

So now I have stopped turning 

Because I have it all

Content with purpose I now walk

My last turn will be towards Heaven's door

"Flying" - a Poem

The wind in my hair 

Should hold myself back

Am I really ready to fly?

Do I dare look down?

Will the fear make me fall?

Or will I soar even higher than before?

It's too late to look now
I have to get out there
Because I was born to fly 
I don't own any wings
My father he helps me
He's shown me how to fly

With his steady hand he teaches
He shows me all the pitfalls
I trust in his good word
Shortly at first
Then flying for length
Stronger and higher I soar

I couldn't ever imagined 
That I'd fly in the wind
That I'd ever see such things
For once on the ground
I could only see
What was right in front of me

The wind in my hair
I've been made for flying
But I also know I must take care
For this is a gift given
And could be taken away
This life is not mine it's a gift

"The Itch" - a Poem

Pausing in my kitchen
I know I hear a scratching

It's coming from the back door

The sound it's unrelenting

Pausing for just a moment 

I think that it's now over

But then it starts in again

The sound it is so gnawing

Walking to the front room

I sit down in my chair

I can hear just out the window

Yeah that scratching, it's out there

I know behind the closed drapes

Is that eerie, old cold stare

Waiting for me to come

It wants to come in here

Jumping from my chair

And heading down the hall

I dash up top the stairs

And turn into my bedroom 

I lay there in my bed 

Waiting now for sleep

But scratching at the rooftop

Is the annoying little claw

It only needs a crack to grab

So that it can take hold

And pull me in that black hole

Where it will tear me into shreds

I can curl up into ball

And cry away the pain

But the only thing that stops it

Is your patient company

So I'll ask you one small favor

Please come and sit by me

I need you more than ever

I'll do anything you say

You know the scratches weak spot

You know how to kill it dead

So please once more sit with me

Please get this scratch out of my head

"Just a Little More" - a Poem

I'm dying here now, don't you care just a little

You have so much and I've been waiting so long

You probably won't notice when it is all gone

Come on please, just a little more

I see you there standing with  your hands on your hips

Looking over your glasses, can't you see my pain

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm going insane

Come on please, just a little more

If you really did care like say that you do

You would simply give in 

And let me have one or two

Come on please, just a little more

Please don't make grovel

But if I have to, I'll beg

You know I'm good for it

Come on please, just a little more

I can see how you are

You want all the control

Sure, yeah, lord it all above me

Come on please, just a little more

Okay it's all ruined, my family is gone

In the wind is my money 

And the debtor is calling

Come on please, just a little more

Please wait just a minute, yeah I should have listened

You were right about her, and leaving my job

But you know I'm really hurting now

Come on please, just a little more

You're walking away, why, aren't you concerned

Sure I blew it all, but I know better now

I promise, promise bail me out again

Come on please, just a little more

"Unbelievable" - a Poem

One look at the man and I wanted to hate him

Just the look in his eye, he thought he was better

Around as he looked he just glared down his nose

It took all I had to not smash in his face

Pacing around, his posture not better 

Acting as if he owned the whole room

I tried to pause once, to see something good

As he spit on the ground I just wanted to hurl

Waving his hands, nothing seemed quite right

Nothing was good enough for this man

Halting all progress to wait for his will 

Time seemed to slow as I pondered his peril

I wanted to walk up to king of the day

Spit in his eye and reveal that his hands were of clay

I wanted to prove how simple he was

I wanted to prove that there is nothing he's done

A kick in the pants wouldn't quite suffice

For a man who lived his life from vice to vice

Perhaps I should wait for an audience to arrive

So they could see me shove his face in a fresh pile of mud

I felt oh so dirty just watching this man

As he strutted around holding court in his eye

Finally I caught his righteous attention

We glared at each other from one eye to another

Standing there, my fists, started to clench

Looking down so it seemed he had the same mind

And then something caught me and my full attention

It was a mirror this whole time I was watching

As I stood there and stared the face now before me

It changed, relaxed, and the sneer melted way

The posture relaxed and as shoulders fell

He turned, looked to the sky and lips seemed to pray

"Spinning" - a Poem

Spinning,just spinning

Trying to find the answer

I thought I held it once in my hand

But then the wind came and blew it away

Spinning just spinning 

Trying to find my way

I once held a map in the palm of my hand 

But then the wind came and blew it away

Spinning just spinning 

Trying to see the light

I once lit a match inside this dark room

But then the wind came and blew it right out

Spinning just spinning

I smell something inviting

On the tails of what smelled like delicious hope

But then the wind came and blew it away

Spinning just spinning 

For the wind spins me round

Till now I haven't seen that the wind is a whisper

That I've ignored up till now

"Joy Over Anger" - a Poem

Wind flying in my face

The burn of the air is all around me

Holding in all that I can

I just want to explode

Turning to rage I want to bleed

Or maybe make another's run

Swinging for faces that are not there

I fall to the ground limp and wasted

The thunder it crashes and the rain it falls

Washing away the stains of blood

Pooling around me and then drifting away

Cleansed, anew I think of rising

Still wasted from the rage and all it took from me

I contemplate just digging a hole

Hiding forever and holding my breath

Waiting for a change in scenery

The sun it rises and dries me through

A lightness overcomes my body

In my hole the shadows wane 

I see myself for who I am

Songs from nearby birds tickle my ears

The aroma of blossoming flowers tease my nose

Still in my hole with shadows returning

Will I rise and chase the sun?

Peeking over the edge I see the meadow

I glance and see its drawing beauty

Rising again I push down the earth

Refusing the past's weight to hold me down

Surrounded by the sounds of hope

Life and love dance inside my mind

If  I could just hold on to this light

Perhaps I would ride, not fight, the wind

Darkness and the Light - A Poem

"Darkness and the Light"

Sitting in the open and waiting 

Waiting for the day to unfold

Unfolding with possibilities 

Some dark some light 

The light rolls forward unveiling such great splendor

Such splendor ever watching

Watching for the darkness in the corner

In the corner of the darkness

Lies the cold lies the pain

Lies bring it strength

Ignorance its game

Too many play the game

Without knowing what is the cost

With the cost debts are paid

Some don't know what they have lost

Lost inside distractions

So loud that no one hears

Hearing the sweet whisper of loves welcoming lighted path

Two Paths - A Poem

"Two Paths"

The day unfolds two paths revealed 

One straight as an arrow

Precise and shines in the sun

Unrelenting razor sharp

It cuts through all in its path

Determination in precision

It arrives at its goal unashamed 

A ravine left behind

from whence it has cut 

Scorched and rough its path left behind

The road to hell is littered with bloody broken hearts

Another path so resides

Round twists and turns

Over peaks, through valleys

A scenic landscape through

the land of love unfolds

Each twist and turn plotted with so as to not disturb hearts glowing

With love that lights the way

Each peak and valley

Perhaps hard to climb overcome

Each obstacle with grace

And so the path to Heaven is laid down difficult but well lit with peace

Love's Seedling - A Poem

"Love's Seedling"

The sky weeps and the ground bleeds 

And yet nothing seems to change

The wind howls for its child

And the water longs for crashes enraged

As a heart falls another dog licks its chops

Another victim for the slaughter

A baby cries and hope blossoms

And the word PEACE shines though dirtied each day

Hands that are old, dried and cracked 

Ache for another hour

Scooping up memories not from long ago

Plant seeds of hope and love 

Feet that are weary and that have traveled many miles

Sore, burning and rock hard

Ache for another hour

Just a few more miles home is not far off

The sun shines and breaks through the clouds

The ground parts as a seedling sprouts

Green and healthy, tender yet firm

Its leaves shine in the sun, trying to catch the eye of a youth

No blinking lights, no mechanical sounds

The seedling stands tall and true

Far from the pavement and commerce's grind

Will attention make payment at all?

A blossom formed, slowly unfolding

Rich with red and yellow

Heart and strength are on full display

Ready to be admired, protected and sewn again