May 22, 2011

  • Most dangerous of all

    They say full warned

    It is fully prepared

    But here I disagree

    Now please be aware

     

    Just knowing the truth

    Is seldom enough

    The moment of magic

    And your turned to tuff

     

    The black and the red

    The dazzle of said

    The evil of night

    And the ethereal light

     

    It takes a great power

    To ward such incantations

    It is more than stupity

    Those strange fascinations

     

    It is that deep and dark hole

    One crater of souls

    Only once it is filled

    Will you have the will

     

    So do not deride

    Or say with such pride

    But pray you survive

    Avoid the twighlight

May 16, 2011

  •  Vandenberg Ghosts- The return

    The silence of the lamb

    In the dead of the night

    The quiet stake out

    Terrors of stone hinge

     

    Out by the dark waters

    Silent ready to strike

    Their sleep  uneasy

    They wait to awake

     

    Bunkers and wires entangle

    Misty spray silent creeps

    They have come again

    Vandenbergs lost Ghosts

May 15, 2011

  • I heard on Rush that an individual said that if healthcare where a right then doctors would be slaves, so true. It often pays to look at things through a fresh perspective.

  • Wake up Jezebel

    She tosses and she turns

    As slaps the kiss betrayal

    Her eyes open wide

    And she begins to wail

     

    Judas is her demon

    So espoused is Jezebel

    Poor soul of a woman

    Above the pits of hell

     

    Taunted in her nightmare

    Held in vicelike clutch

    She rides upon the dragon

    Yet her heart is crushed

     

    Distracted by the bauble

    And the feast of kings

    Her power has a price

    In the realm of unseen things

     

    Screaming in her fantasy

    Pawing for fresh air

    Will she leave her captor

    Or die in deep despair

May 11, 2011

  • Just another days meanderings

     

    I read something today about the debt ceiling and the usual democrat demagogue about how taxes must be raised when to a certain point far from the current rate lowering taxes actually increases Federal income. The article was saying certain Republicans were espousing firmness on this issue. I pray it may be so.

    Recently in PME we discussed the AF evaluations system and how it was inflated. The instructors consensus seems to be that the system works as designed but the human equation is what skews it. Whether this is true or not in this instance it is true of so many things in this fallen world. The evil nature of man will continue to blight us till Christ returns on the clouds to claim his own.

    My poetry book Expectations should be out from Publish America soon. I see my other attemps on Amazon and sometimes wonder if anyone has actually read and liked them, oh well.

May 1, 2011

  • Battle of powers

    Priest of On Anubas Suprises

    Out of the dust the wolf heads  glide

    With teeth of steel and hearts of beasts

    They march and stamp those iron shod feet

     

    The skies darken with chariots of Thor

    These Pagan gods show not but scorn

    Their subjects are but refuse to feed

    The fires of Ashteroth, his flames of greed

     

    The Shiva strikes with many hands

    The elephant boy bellows commands

    Baal and Isis laugh out in glee

    Armies march toward Hectors sea

     

    By many names and many guises

    These ancient powers seek to arise

    But all are bound yea created beings

    Mountains flee before the King

April 23, 2011

  • Red ink

    Nailed to the door of wood

    Was a note signed with blood

    Filled with words of certain woe

    It was a summons to the flow

     

    Lines of knights in shiny array

    Riding past burned out glades

    Under banner of the Quill Pen

    Marched the lines of resolute men

     

    On each shield and farmers scythe

    Was the power to resist

    Under banner of hope portrayed

    Stood a wall of all arrayed

     

    Long ago they stood the test

    Vales and valleys cover their rest

    Now here in honor lie

    Men of Loyal blood and sacrifice

April 17, 2011

  • Someone at work found out I had been published and asked if in my poems I wrote about love. my answer to her I don't remember, but what I was thinking I certainly do.

    Do you write about love?

    Do you write about love?

    Yes I do.

    But to put my heart on my sleeve,

    I simply refuse.

    I write about love,

    Heartache and loss:

    Some about the darkness

    That tries to eat us.

    I write about love

    Both earth’s and divine

    But one such as I,

    Dare not openly cry.

    I write about love.

April 10, 2011

  • Ambassadors for Christ

    There is a program in the Air Force for Base honor guard. parts of the charge are very apt to followers of Christ.

    It starts" Handpicked to serve..." Yes those who love God are handpicked by the Father as his children.

    Near the first it states" my standards of conduct and level of professionalsim must be above reproach for I represent all others in my service..." As a follower of Christ how can I do any less?

    This charge goes on to say" others earned the right for me...." Likewise Christ paid the price for my sin. How can I can continually disgrace the one who died and now lives,

    It continues " Never will I allow my performance to be dictated by..." Our performance as Christians is so often dictated by the environment of those around us.

    The 2nd to last paragraph states "Obligated by my oath I am constantly driven to excell" We must seek constantly how we can improve, for we are driven not merely by oath of loyalty but by the Spirit of love.

    It ends with the acknowledgement that the member represents all members past and present of this organization and the affirmation that this individual is a member.

     

April 9, 2011

  • Burned

    The fields are charred

    And the barn is all ash

    The wind sweeps the smoke

    And Whistle right past.

    Stunned and alone

    He sits and he stares

    But under the ash

    Was a Home full of tares

     

    The children despised it

    The land was a joke

    The business was rotten

    The plague London broke

    A judgment of jealousy-

    Or mercy and grace?

    The flames running deep.

     

    Fiddling  psychotic -

    The lights in his eyes

    The Torches of kings

    Nero danced in delight-

    Yet who held the power,

    Those nights of long knives?