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Guest Post: Past Dawned Upon

On By dotluvs2writeIn Beauty, Fiction Writing, humanity, Inspirational, Life, Musings, Nature, Religious, Writing TechniquesLeave a comment

A profound, brilliant, moving, amazing poem my son wrote last week:

Past Dawned Upon

Trekking onward,

Over hills,

Through valleys.

The sun sets,

The shadows creep,

Danger comes upon me.

***

I’ve been through here,

Once before.

Long ago.

Fear grips at me,

As I see a familiar face.

It laughs at me,

As I walk nervously.

***

I feel abandoned,

The lantern is out,

The darkness surrounds me.

I have to get out.

I can’t stay here.

They are coming again,

For revenge.

***

Can no one save me,

From this hole?

Am I doomed to repeat,

A past fate?

***

A single thread,

Is holding holding me together,

Should it snap,

What will become of me?

***

I moan within,

Nowhere to flee.

They’re everywhere,

Sucking away my sanity,

Sucking away my life.

***

Oh Light, where art Thou?!

Why have you left me?

***

This is the Trial of my Soul,

I want to reach out for help,

But I fear of dragging them down with me.

Must I fight this alone?

***

Where is myself?

I cannot afford to revert.

Anger grips at me,

Hatred,

Hopelessness,

Loneliness.

It has returned with vengeance.

***

Have I called this upon myself?

Am I a filthy man?

Surely this is not my final hour.

I shall not return to that cage…

***

Oh Light,

I cry to Thee,

And Thou hasn’t heard me!

Have I wronged Thee so?

Am I deserving of such demonic beatings?

***

I know that I am sinful,

The worst of all,

But do not abandon me!

Without You, I am nothing.

I will return to the dust.

***

I cry invisible tears,

I wear a mask.

People think I’ve got it together,

But the Temple is crumbling.

I can’t keep it up,

The beasts are forcing their way in.

Oh Light,

Where art Thou?!

***

I am failing,

I am scared,

Is it my fate to return,

To the old me?

Why have they returned to taunt me?

***

Shall I become an empty shell again?

Shall they steal my soul?

Gnaw upon it and feast?

Oh Light,

Hear my final desperate cry!

For I am at my human limit!

***

Do not let me fall back into the black sludge,

From a Past Once Dawned Upon!

Save me!

For within I weep.

If Thou shall not save me,

Who will?

~*~*~*~

ROADS (Guest Blog Post Poem)

On By dotluvs2writeIn Beauty, blogging, Fiction Writing, Inspirational, Musings, Nature, poetry, Religious, Travel2 Comments

texas big bend dirt path

This poem was written by my oldest son, Nicholas, last night.

 

ROADS

 

Roads of many kind,

Roads that go to many places,

Roads that tell a tale.

 

The one worth traveling,

Is not easy,

Is not clear.

 

It is but a dirt road,

No wider than one car,

And as barren as a desert.

 

All the other roads look so much nicer,

Easier to travel on,

Common sense.

 

It tells me that the clean roads would be easier,

But they lead to cities,

Cities of crime and uncleanliness.

 

Yes, cities of sorrow and despair,

Cities of anger and hatred,

Cities of gloom and darkness.

 

Yet, those are the most traveled roads,

Wide and easy to navigate, and not as barren,

Everybody takes them, so why not I?

 

Yet, the Beaten Road,

It does call me,

But it’s only on the breeze.

 

It’s only a whisper that tells me,

While the other roads clang loud,

Sometimes it hard to tell.

 

Then one car, I see, stops,

A young man gets out,

And leaves his car.

 

And then I see him walk down the Beaten Road,

Struggles, as he does,

To continue down that path.

 

I jump out of my car,

To lend the poor man,

A hand.

 

He looks up at me with sorrow,

And whispers,

“Thank you.”

 

Hand-in-hand,

We head down that Beaten Road,

Leaving behind all pleasures.

 

Because sometimes,

The best places,

Are the hardest to reach.

 

 

Forgotten Peace

On By dotluvs2writeIn blogging, Cultural and Political, Musings, Past Life Activities, poetry6 Comments

dark, collapse of world pic

 

Forgotten Peace

 

After the attack in September,

At the beginning of the century, remember,

 

Rage, sorrow, shock gripped all,

Our leaders swore vengeance that fall.

 

A hunt for the guilty and countries harboring them,

All this discovered within hours of the mayhem.

 

All aircraft grounded that day,

But the bin Laden family jetted away.

 

Our troops sent to Afghanistan,

Tracking bin Laden and Taliban,

 

Followed by invasion, war in Iraq,

later realized WMD story not fact.

 

Destroyed, lost lives and land,

By our leaders’ hands.

 

Yet Saudi Arabia, country where terrorists were harbored?

Overlooked, excused, forgotten, ignored.

 

Years later, Libya’s harsh leader killed,

The fledgling democracy, gold currency stilled,

 

Replaced by sex slavery and despair,

For which our leaders don’t care.

 

In Syria, we armed the same September killers,

Morphing into “moderate rebels” for army fillers.

 

Now, we’re arming Saudi Arabia, got their back,

The producer of the September attack,

 

Bombing, murdering hundreds of civilians,

Many of which are children.

 

Seventeen years of killing, destruction, obliteration.

For what? We ask in contemplation.

 

Profits, Resources,

Through our forces.

 

If our government cared and respected life,

it wouldn’t be invading, causing bloody strife.

 

Using billions of dollars on bombs, weapons, war,

In lieu of healthcare, jobs, green energy to soar.

 

PEACE is no longer a word or actions.

Only GREED, POWER, and FACTIONS.

 

~*~*~*~

 

*I’m far from a poet.  I don’t usually write poetry but felt compelled to write this.