The desert stretches before me
like a blanket of burning sand
my feet leave their prints in the shifting tides
as I move throughout the rivers of grain and earth
Lord why hast thou forsaken me?
have I not done well in this cherished thing called life
tell me of the words of the testament of old
heal me of my decaying faith
shield me from their wicked ways
these the disciples of the cloven hoof
I have fallen from the stars of your heaven
my wings burning in my decent
the path has been forked and I have strayed
but I seek now the connection lost
for I have been trapped too long
behind these walls of ice and frost
lost in the strangling burden of my weighted sins
gnawing at me
devouring my soul from within
the stones have been cast as the glass house shattered
and the shards cut my flesh in their cascading shimmer
I am so tired and so very weary
are You near me?
do You still hear me?
no tears shed as my own screams echo
in the winding valleys of my broken dreams
that dance within my hanging head
I press on
under the beaming glow of the churning sun
the fog clouds the mind and the vision becomes unclear
the mirage of deceit and trickery
cast shadows on the eyes of the holy
each step is a struggle
as my feet seem to sink deeper with each move
but I keep going on
for I must be strong
thy will be done from here to kingdom come
let me lay my head down next to the riverside
under the sweet breeze that bend the leaves of the palms
tell me of the Exodus and the Psalms
let my raging heart lay still and calm
claim me in thy breast once more
for am I not still your child?
let me escape
flee from the wild of the denigration of the city streets
the turmoil of the rattler's shake
the serpents that are coiled
beckoning me to bite the symbolic apple so ripe
so I shall too be cast from Eden's garden
bless me now in thy humble touch
for my spirit has bled so much
branded by names of the cursed
leaving me the social outcast in the churning sea of faces
dodging an assembling of smiles of concealed hidden fangs
but I have my own brand of poison is within my veins
an at times I have forgot my name
my wishes and my gifts as the sand still shifts
storming now
blinding me beyond the mere metaphor of written phrase
blisters riddle my searing skin
like the future dots of my coming age
but I press on
crawling, moving forward in silent agony
yet accompanied by insightful rations
for the dilemmas holds fast
in the blurring whirring years that have passed
I should have been on my knees all along
let me sing thy song
give my words to the word like a flag unfurled
and hold me in thy arms once more
I implore you
guide me from the abyss of brimstone
let the gates that await be housed in gold
jot my name upon thy ledger
bless me with your loving kiss
show my of this tale called bliss
my head pounds
like the hammer of the Norse legend of mythology
an ideology is a paradise still within proximity
without diversion and linear in it's symmetry
for my eyes water, stinging my gaze
let me turn the page and write the next chapter anew
tell me this is not the end
and let me breathe again
find the purpose in my pen
and the angelic clarity
of something more that just a wayward friend
mend me, blend me, in thy synergy
give this aching body restored energy
tell me oh Lord that I am not alone
let me ride the carpet of my intentions
where love springs full in the bosom of a man deserted
as he finds his way home
for this pain siphons the nectar of my bones
take me there
tell me I am near
hear the whispers of my silent prayer
I press on
for I still have a ways to go
the tortoise of the good nature matured
with cracks deep within his tortured shell
steady and slow
for I know it is still there in front of me
and still to be within my grasp
the bobble dangling before me spinning in it's sacred glow
as I press on
for the way seems so very so long for me
as if it was a thousand miles to Jericho
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem