Poem: The Band That Cries

 

"The Forrest" - a Poem

Wandering and waiting I think

Did I hear something out there?

Stumbling in the dark

So cold, I can barely see

As a breeze passes by

The scent of death slides across my nose

I turn away and look for the sun

But still I see nothing

The air so wet 

It just hangs on my skin

It's as if it wants to weigh me down

It pulls and pulls 

I hear it's voice

"Come fall asleep"

"Sleep in my nightmare forever"

There is no sound

Am I deaf?

I've lost all precious to me

A rustle of leaves and turn my head

A sharp pain shoots down my neck

And then I hear

I hear breathing but it's not my own

I look around but I see nothing

Distant but closing

Goosebumps begin to form

My feet they burn 

They want to run

Chest heaving from my pounding heart

Oh which way do I run?

So to my left I do run

The trees all in my way

They reach to stop me so it seems

Grabbing at my arms, my legs

Razor sharp from the cold

The branches rip at my skin

Running fast the blood runs

Refuses to dry, it pools into my clothes

And then I fall, I cannot stop

Tripped over down mossy tree

Dead in the path

It just stares at me

Will my fate be the same

Putting down my hands, I try to rise

Into the ground my hands sink

The leaves now have me chained

I hear a whisper

It's an old man

"I warned you! I warned you, dear lad!"

"You refused to listen. You planted this forest."

"And if you choose, you too will die."

For the cold dead trees that were all around

Where those relationships I chose to let die

The downed branches, dead leaves were choices I made

Which now I am stuck in

Worst of all the clouds and that cold dead sky

Are the thoughts I let linger in my mind

Blocking out all the sun

All the love in my world 

That is waiting just behind

With my body now sinking

My life in due peril

I can see it so clearly right now

Up to my neck 

I'm gasping for breath

And then I wake up safe and sound

In my warm bed

With the day to begin

Will I walk through this forest again?

"Flow Into Me" - a Poem

Let it flow into me

I want all that you're willing to share

Let it flow into me

If you think that I am worthy

For so long now I've felt empty

And I didn't quite know why

I looked and I found nothing

That filled this hole inside

I heard about your love

And how it could fill

I didn't believe that it was true

Because it seemed too good

Let it flow into me

I've got no where to go

Let it flow into me

I'll give you all I know

I thought that it'd be instant

But it's been a long hard trial

Not because of who you are

But because of all I've done

At first it was just a trickle

The hole in my heart was small

I had to soften up so much

For I had been cold for so long

Let it flow into me

I want now nothing else

Let it flow into me

You're too good to be without

Now that you're inside me

I feel I'm finally home

The light that you have given

Helps others if I let it show

Sometimes I'm still a mess

You always help me back

Know that you flow into me

I feel life, alive not black

"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

"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

A Poem: Pondering Paralyzed

Pondering Paralyzed

Nails in my mouth 

I’m biting so hard

The rot refuses to subside

The drift that flakes off of your skin

Is the same that clouds my mind

Paralyzed in grief

Pain I can only seem to stare

You look into me

Inside my soul

I cannot hide

I cannot bear

A stench wells up inside my nose

A rotting flesh decays

It is not you 

Its inside me 

My soul it wastes away

Stuck in  my fear, ashamed I grieve

I feel I cannot move

What’s worse is that it’s all imagined

I only have to choose

A tear rolls down beside my cheek

I think I might pursue

Its so unclear 

What holds me back?

The past? 

The fear?

Am I used?

Am I done?

by 

Michael

Whisper Behind the Light

whisperbehindthelight@gmail.com

A Poem:Drowning in a Wishing Well

Life gets trapped in a wishing well

Wishing for things that are not

Wishing and spinning a life away

A cyclone of life erupts down into that snaking drain

Where breath seems to be so short

All things that are wished for

Take away the strength to stop

With the sinking, the water is rising

The past is soon to bear

For too much wishing without the doing

Will drown a soul in despair

Hold out a hand and scream out loud

With perhaps your last breath

Don’t take the time to analyze

Who’s there, who's not, who’s left

Just take the hand that’s strong and sure

The one that’s always by your side

Let him pull you out to life

Then stop wishing but start doing what’s right

Michael 

Whisper Behind the Light

whisperbehindthelight@gmail.com

A Poem: I'm Home

I’m Home

The son rises again holding off the pain

While the walls are closing in 

Grinding hard each day

Where is the kill-switch to stop the cold release

I can hear the screaming from the past lives receding

Held up inside this room I call you 

You can come in

But the chains they won’t let go 

Forged with the burning sins

I can see the smiles and the winces of the pain

Such a delusion is the pleasure from the pain

I go out, get bound and become enslaved from time to time

I get lost in the weeds that try to cut me down

It don’t matter ‘bout the time or day of week

He will stand by my side 

Pull me out and make me clean

Back into the room where I learn to keep the day

Where its warm and where I’m loved in his house, serenity

I’m home

Where I’m loved

I’m home

In your heart above

I wrote this poem about myself in reflection and others that I love so much. I know that it's an old idea but I believe in sin. I believe in evil. In a world that seems to make everyone's point of view "ok" I do believe that there is true right and true wrong. Too many times I have seen brilliant artists get sucked in by lifestyles that feed their ego and desire. In the beginning it may see like heaven but all to often they fall into personal hells. I have to admit I have been sucked into sinful pleasure on several occasion. I always think that it's a "break" or a "one time thing". It doesn't work that way. It's a slippery slope that always starts with a lie. I am grateful for Jesus Christ being in my life. I am thankful that I have found my way. I am so thankful for all he blessings I have, and I pray that all my fallen friends will find their way out. I am there at any hour. I am not perfect. I am no savior. Only Jesus can save. I feel safe, happy and at peace in his "home".

Michael

Whisper Behind the Light

whisperbehindthelight@gmail.com

A Poem: Through the Storm

Through the Storm

Holding back the rain or at least trying 

The winds they push my fingers apart

Silence no where to be found

The raging thunder is sharp in my ear

Still I try still I hold

The earth once firm like granite beneath me

Now runs to mud 

Slippery like wet clay

My toes dig in they sink they’re gone

Still I try still I hold

From a heart that bleeds that heart deceives

I see the sun off in the distance

Still I try still I hold

The rain won’t dry for its bitter sum

The cracks and clashes aren’t yet done

So dark inside they can’t look out

Still I try still I hold

I wrote this when thinking of friends lost in their own misery. Nothing is worse than seeing someone you love living in agony and so lost in it that they cannot find their way out. What can you do? Me personally I love, pray and support best I can. People are too beautiful to live drowning in pain, but never forget, you are beautiful. You never have to be "stuck" in a situation. Short of being held captive the only one holding us back is ourselves. 

Michael 

Whisper Behind the Light

whisperbehindthelight@gmail.com

Through the Overflow

Through the Overflow

Overflow of a lifetime 

Or maybe just this week 

Depends on who is shoveling

Depends if I get weak

No one sees a stop sign

Or a flagman out to check

But it all keeps on flowing

How much more till this ship wrecks

I'm looking for the stars now

It's getting hard to see

I could just follow the wind blow

But the breeze seems so obscene

Is this a testing of my metal?

For I hear the hammers cry

But perhaps it's just my laughing

Cause my tears have done run dry

I thought I'd call the postman

But his route don't run today

Because his messages they keep stacking

Have I written my life away?

So drifting through the fog now

Not content with who I am

The flowing keeps on rolling

And I try to be a man

I'll hold what I can hold up

I'll help out who I can

But one day I'll fall to sinking

Will I drown or will I swim?

A Poem: "The Journey"

“The Journey”

The long slow drag of a thought

Like bare skin over concrete

Gnawing and tearing ant my mind

Creeping through the valleys of my cortex

Searching for the dawn that has not yet rose

Sweet drops of hope fall upon my face

Rolling across my skin and seeping in between my lips

The scent of lavender and freedom rise in to my nose

As my eyes dilate my thoughts roll back many moons

With a cool night breeze sliding between my fingers

I raise my hands to the sky and whisper “thank you”

Back in the desert

Back in the now

the sun blisters my back on the way out

As the sand buries and swallows my feet

I tread on 

I whisper “thank you” 

For I still have time to find the horizon

And you have not given up on me

A Poem: "Desperation"

"Desperation"

Falling from the sky

Holding my breath

Wishing for hope

As no one knows

On the tip of a mountain

On the tip of my toes

Don't know how to fly

So I balance, I groan

The sweat wants to pour

But yet its not time

Holding them back

As I'm biting the wire

I can't turn around

Cause then they'll all see

It's be so much easier

If pity was free

But the toll must be paid

So someone will dance

With a fire to their feet

If they want a last chance

And that last chance I need

Brings me down to my knees

With everyone watching

They silently scream

With that look in their eye

They all want to tear 

A little piece please

For a cold souvenir

And so I keep dancing

Till my feet are on fire

Because love aint enough

Despite my desire

A Poem: Inside The Bounty

I look and I see no end 

The sky kisses the land

The horizon a beautiful painting

Real life real time real art

The world your canvas

I live in your art

So much you give 

I look and I see no end

My eyes open I see your pallet of color

My lungs open and I breathe life again

Feet on the ground I feel your textures

Some rough some smooth some wet

My hands up arms out finger spread

I feel your breeze

Cool and calming

Unending as your time

So many gifts each and everyday

In my mouth the harvest of your lands

Sweetness of fruit, salt of the earth

Nourishment from the garden

The shapes and colors of you pallet varies

So much to choose from

So good and true

As I work and toil 

I am not alone

The gift of family and friends

Thought, ideas, triumph and sorrows

All together never alone

Overcoming the obstacles

Through charity through love

For my hole brings your fill

Your love fits my void

And then I will turn

And share what I've learned

Wayne

Oh how I miss you

Last I heard you were drowning

I tried to reach out

You said you had plans

I tried to call later

But you didn't answer

When you replied it wasn't to me

To many minutes to let it pass by

To many tries guess it's goodbye

I remember your smile and the laugh that would roll

I remember the times we hung out in the old

I remember the name, my brother, you said

I remember the hopes of what might lay ahead

Don't know what I did

Don't know what went wrong

But I know your not here

Probably my fault after all

Hope your still going

With your head held up high

I hope that you heal 

Without too much time

Screaming to the Wind?

Stop

Stop please

Can't you see what you are doing? 
Did you loose your heart?

Or did you loose your way?

That love you had has gone astray Alone the tears

They fall so cold

Can't you see or hear them Alone the tears?

You turned away

Your lovers love forgotten? Alone the pain

Alone behind

Your running so fast

But to what?

Do you see your love?

Or do you see the mirror?

Do you love yourself?

When you should just love each other How much pain?

How much hope?

How much do you trade?

For one?

For each other?

Love stands and it's still waiting Though cold unused

Though dusty from time

It's not too late to get it right Once was could be

Ahead

If you believe

If you try

It's sun will shine

If you tend it's wing will fly

But you must come

You must come out

Out of the shadows

Out of yourself

Out to each other

But do not hasten

Do not pause

Time is ticking

And so it does

Run

Out