Jesus' Childhood Friend
Think what I could have done to you when I was young. I could have messed you up. I could have killed you and made you come back to life.
Instead, I decided to let you go because your life wasn’t worth my time. At least that is what you thought.
Your mind was so undeveloped, your daily life consumed by fields that had nothing to do with beauty or how to feed five thousand. No, instead you were more concerned about generational thinking, more concerned about tomorrow than today.
Why was it you were more interested in scientists and astrologists and modern day religion?
For a while I couldn’t remember if you were alive while i was dying. Was there a moment, when you wished I was dead your eyes finally opened?
january, two thousand nine
One Fish, Two Fish
One fish swims in a bowl, a goldfish, a bluefish, quite possibly a manfish. Whatever kind of fish it is, it is surely just one, and lives in a bowl placed on a stand in a house near a window.
Inside the house near the window the manfish is like a cavefish lonely and sightless not knowing a glass bowl is his world, uncertain of his next move.
Outside the house just twenty yards away flows the Cedar, a freshwater river the manfish would love if he ever knew it existed, if he only knew there's another world outside the bowl.
When the Cedar crested at thirty some feet in June of two thousand eight, the manfish, who lived all alone near a window in a house near the river, found a world outside the bowl, a much bigger bowl with all kinds of other fishes, like selfishfish and greedyfish, happyfish, and selflessfish.
Years after the flood of two thousand eight, the manfish lived on, enjoying an existence with eyes wide open, near a window, in a house, right on the banks of the Cedar.
october, two thousand eight
how do i decide what to believe is real should i follow my thoughts or just live out my dreams? there was once a time i worried about my heart, but as the years pass i know its my soul i most trust....
september, two thousand seven
Stars on Water
When sails are set high And the wind is just right We can coast Toward the shore, We can make it Before light. The stars up above Are like a guide That we trust, And when their light Reaches out, We know we are loved.
may, two thousand seven
when the earth fell i found myself alone in an atmosphere if felt good and warm but then I heard a voice sing i knew i wasn't alone and i saw someone just like you
all alone I cried among such uncertainty in the sky i spotted a jewel fall with an explosion and i laughed at the spectacle knowing it reminded me of tomorrow
march, two thousand three
Five Hundred Pieces a collection of poetry and prose poems
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