You see me now, all battle scarred,
Tired, and broken from the storms;
Beaten by the daily wars.
I wish you could have seen me then.
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How many Christmases will you experience
Before you realize there's more than you see?
It's not a fairy tale made up in someone's mind;
It's not a season when we try to be kind.
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I’ll Cry With You
Wait until it happens to you.
Then you might be gentle;
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Baptized By Chaos
This summer of confusion
How do I deal with this turmoil?
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Let’s Go!
We need our minds reshaped
Our thoughts directed from Your Word
...
Night Is Not My Friend
I’m waiting for the dawn;
This night is long.
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The Tunnel
What sediment has fallen on my soul;
What chains are wrapped, keeping hope away.
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The Great 1969 Storm
Looking out my frost sculptured window and into the world of beauty, I see fast moving spectacles of winter.
...
I listen as I stare,
with a pain in my soul,
and I pray to the God
who made these stars tonight.
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I don't feel like
The life of the party
Anymore
I want to sit in
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Most of these poems were written in a time of great anguish. You see, I am a song writer, mostly. However, it seems that when I experience unusually high emotional pain, I find myself writing poetry/prose/whatever you call it. Words to express the inner self. I am not always so morose. These musings/complaints came out of a BAD time in life. Trials and Tribulations with a capitol 'T'. I am feeling much better now, thank you! But I don't ever want to forget the pains my wife and I experienced for almost 2 years, as these pains certainly help us share in the grieving of others. We have seen the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. We are so thankful that God held us up and a few select friends, also, who took the time to listen carefully to the intricate details of an incomprehensibly complex set of circumstances. Most people didn't have a clue as to how to help. They stood by, watched us cry, and wondered when we would get over it. Well, we got over it...for the most part. Shell-shocked, broken, changed in quite a few ways...but we got over it. Now...we are working on getting back into life as we once knew it. We are finding it a little difficult, but we will get there! Amen! We will get there!)
You See Me Now
You see me now, all battle scarred,
Tired, and broken from the storms;
Beaten by the daily wars.
I wish you could have seen me then.
Am I the same as I once was?
Am I a different bag of bones?
Have I descended from the heights,
Or have I really grown?
I wish you could have seen me when
My sword was flashing, cutting into
Satan's side and rescuing by deeds
And words with youthful strength.
I pray for you and watch with hopeful eye.
Your youth is treasure, guard it well;
For sooner than you care it will fly.