It's So Much Like The Audacious to Freeze Fame

Erase me!
freeze me!
make me such
that I stands immortal?!

It was me
it was nobody
who was it?
committing audacious acts
being so carefree
as to lose interest in others

Erase that putrid sight
of which so many are insulted.
Those high and mighty fools
who believe that they are above the law.

Who was it?
Who froze the beauty and the beast?
they are unaffected by time!!
That isn't right,
time should have no exceptions.

These naive critics,
who gave them the right!
Who said that they could write the history books?

Those cynical creeps,
they think they can make me immortal?
no!
They will fall short
crash to the floor hard enough to break their noses
no history lasts forever
and not one person can live forever
in any way shape or form

You can't erase me
history will do that first.
You can't freeze me
even the coldest ice will melt in the sun.
Immortality! Forget that,
its a wasted effort to achieve emptiness.

For Being an Uncle

So what do they mean to me?
the question rings like the sweetest chimes

the sound of the their voices,
the ring of their laughter...
such sweet sounds under the bright blue sky
as we run and play.

they're all at such a young age;
so full of energy
so carefree,
blissfully naive to the rest of the world.

the nephew has his moments
the niece has that six year old attitude
but there is nothing better,
nothing that quite compares...
we have that honey sweet relationship
that has no equal.

if only we could see each other more
if only we could have more fun together
it is amazing the time that we get to spend together
it seems to end too quickly

oh the grace of young lives
the unconditional love given by those small hearts
and such large emotions

the smiles bright as the sun
as the time seems endless
and even when our time has run out
the biggest hugs that can be mustered by such small arms
the greatest time an uncle can have
seems to be with the the nieces and nephews he has.

Gods Good Work

what do i hear
is it the joy of god
floating through the trees
as the birds sing
melodiously in this
the extravagant scenery of the forest

the greens of the emerald leaves
dancing before the wind
flowing between that which provides shade
such a necessity that those of the ground need


such a beautiful serenity
the calm of the dream
nothing can penetrate or disillusion
no fear may enter this place

a secret held quietly in the mind
an alternate world with out limits
how great the creation of the mind can be
how great the god who created the mind

infinite in existence
eternal in love
holding all that exists
in an incomprehensible place

as the place lives
serenity knows fear by fire
the rains return the peace
gods tears his love
pouring down on the beauty of his creation

pleasing to all the senses
existing for all to experience
with no exclusions
so exists gods creation

The World So Defined

And so the world spins a new tale

As every minute and every second passes

People find that they have their world has joined another

Individual lives brushing up next to each other

Sometimes intertwining

Is it at random that we meet new people?

Chance that we take notice of the person sitting on the side of the road

How interesting that our lives can be effected so easily

And yet we can’t tell when we affect another life

For purpose to exist there must be a reason

Logic is an indispensable key

Though it is only one of many keys

It can be molded and changed to fit so many different locks

Nice to think that we can access so many different areas of life

But what are those areas of life?

Where do they lead?

And how do those areas come into contact with the rest of the world?

Funny isn’t it?

All the questions that are asked

All the possibilities that are perceived no matter how ridiculous

Seems that knowledge doesn’t just come to those who seek

But to those who wait for the right realization to hit them

Don’t laugh at how the world seems so rushed, preoccupied.

Because doing so show that you are preoccupied with the world

It isn’t right to be so hypocritical of the masses

Especially when the masses are too busy to return the favor

Instead smile and wave as the world passes by

Sometimes brushing up against your life

This way the world has a reason to wave back

As it fades into the blurred mess that is flying through time

Leaving the possibility that a single person with even a tiny amount of faith

Can show that the world has a definition still never thought of

just a p.s. moment. i wrote this one a while back but forgot to post it or even that i had written it i hope that you enjoy.

The Way the Words Dance

What do I say?

How should I put this?

The words, the letters

Dancing through the mind

In wondrous patterns

Painting the pictures

Pondering the meanings

Answering the questions

Doing what nothing else can do

Expressing the awesome

Bringing light to the amazing

Not meant to misguide

Not brought forth to twist the beauty of the world

Created to bring light

Brought forth to show understanding

They twist and turn

Tying themselves in knots

Slipping loose again

The words

The symbols

Flowing like the gracious breeze

Bringing the beautiful scents

Blowing the gentle leaves

Carrying the carefree laughter

Bringing the reason

Showing the purpose

The existence apparent by its own intent

Breaking chains

Changing hearts

The words on paper brought to bear

To save the desperate

To let the despair flow away

As the stream flows down the valley

Carrying the reflection

The bright blue sky

In all its majesty

The slowly moving clouds

Passing through in slow motion perspective

Begging the calm to remain forever

The words recreate the beauty

The small details of the green grass

Lush and flowing

With the yellow and white flowers

Brushed slow breezes

The words

Give the life back

Bring the beauty before the world

Return the smiles

Give the memory meaning

The imagination vivid expansion

The power of what to say

The right way to put the words in place

How they dance

How they twist and turn

Bending and swaying with wonderful meaning

The Fascination I Have

No story
No painting
No attainable item
No thing
Has the capacity to grasp
Jesus Birth

A single star to signify the beginning of the end of sins control
High above the stable
Father God
Watching his holy sons birth
As mother Mary lays the head of Jesus to rest
In straw, in loving silence

Three Kings in mortal reverence
They arrive with gifts
Incense, gold, and myrrh
From three kings without explanation
The respect for Gods son comes

It is here, the story of God's glory begins to climax
Only the cross can signify the final stretch of mans existence
And only Revelations will bring the end

But through the resolution Jesus Life will be remembered
And Christmas will glory the birth of our savior
The creators son


I am fascinated by the bible
Like so many before me, with me
And yet to say they believe

In Majesty You Saved

God oh God
By grace you sent your son
In mercy and love
You sent a savior

Through the streets of Rome
Your perfect son carried the cross
Holding sin and death upon his shoulders
And when death sealed Christ's lips
The curtain tore
You came to live amongst us

In arrogant anger
We helped you save us
In fear you showed us light
You lifted the veil of sin
Your children could finally see

Now we live in free choice
Enslaved by sin
Or enraptured by you
In worship, in praise
Giving ourselves up
Many make the choice

intent upon our hearts
Your glory has no bounds
It floods our lives
as your mercy clears our eyes
No idol, not any material gain
Nothing could fill the void but you

So i create the praises for you
The one who bridged the gap
Became sent the ultimate sacrifice
Through Jesus Christ our lord