Lent's Journey Ends and Happy Easter

Day 28

One hundred years asleep

And nothing's changed

'cept my hair color and blood alcohol.

One thousand nights I weep

I weep and would be hanged

For wandering down forbidden halls

In one millions dreams

Life's never what it seems

And mine's completely stalled

Like I'm passing time half-asleep

Giving dreams free range

Might be stumblin' toward a fall

But I just see steepin' alcohol

Gray hair and alcohol.

Day 29

If there ain't no thunder in the rain

Run child, run child, run

For gentle winds bring ling'ring pain

Run son, run son, run

Storms can birth disaster

Fist holes in the plaster

Scorch marks on the walls

Beware when violence calls

Beware, but fear it not

For violence burns, and it burns hot

But violence fades away

And calm will find its own way

To claw back to the surface

So too thunder's purpose

To bring forth brighter days.

Don't trust the gentle ways

When rain falls without thunder

Run child, run child, run

Don't stop to think or wonder

Just run child, run run run.

Day 30

A miss, a wish, a second try

I wonder if a second lie

Would be told better than the first

Or a second shot would end up worse

Farther now from distant shores

Greener pastures now closed doors.

Perhaps you'd walk a lonely mile

Wearing a stranger's worn out smile

Would you recognize what you could do

If for one second you weren't you?

Day 31

Can one prayer at the end

Atone for my sins

Overwrite a lifetime of fault

Virtue ground to a halt

As hatred leaked lust in my veins?

My good deeds mere grains

And my misdeeds boulders

The sins on my shoulders

Aren't small

But they did not lead me to fall

I did that all on my own

I threw the first stone

And as so, I damned myself

Now come to the end of life's shelf

I knew the standard

Yet instead I meandered

Walking my own path of lusts

Denials, betrayals, mistrusts

I upheld the world as unjust

Replaced "should not" with must

Can two words in faith

Really erase

A lifetime surrendered to dust?

Day 32

Surreptitious glances

And subtle dances

Of fingers upon cheeks

Hours lasting weeks

And passing in instant

Full throated insistence

No thoughts of resistance

No worries of treasonous mind

Tonight, caresses divine

Each touch a sign

Forever frozen in time

A mem'ry always undying

The love that you're crying

Furrows your face

With the seedlings of grace

And your eyes sing does of joy

Both brash and coy

Ignited and take

Each touch, each whisper changes your name

Every glance changes the same

And where there were two, now one remains.

Day 33

Strange bullpen usage

Erratic substitutions

Thus crumbles cookie.

Close and late, rarely

The win column moves, barely

No bets for bookie.

Mistakes mixed with age

Proving youth adage a phrase

Losses swift will rise.

Slow bat, slower footed

Left fielder chased it, couldn't

Lost it to the skies.

Or so claimed post game

To shirk the encroaching shame

Old and overweight.

Thus season trending

The crack of bat not rending

Often when at plate.

Often when in field

It's too bad there is no yield

For Braves, in baseball.

Day 34

What have I done?

What have I done?

What, Lord, have I become?

I did the math

I know the sum

Oh Lord, what I've become.

What have I done?

What have I said?

These things I've thought inside my head

I read the words

I've made my bed

Oh God, all good things I've left for dead

Laid waste to all that's good and true

Seen your face, spit on it too

I've run everywhere under your sun

What have I done

What have

I done?

What, Oh Lord, have I become

I've smelled the blood

I've heard the drums

I fled the war that rages, numb

From all these things that I've become.

Day 35

We all become as we grow old

Perhaps our parents, as often told

Perhaps our lovers, perhaps our lies

Until we're running out of alibies

And become in truth, what began pretend

Running out of sins to sin.

Changing as the days go by

Once lived in sun, now drawing nigh

Upon nocturnal life

Took what we wanted with a knife

To the throat, because we could

Becoming never felt so good

Save one tiny, simple thing

We're all becoming what we dream

The dream now becoming clear

And mirrors are now our greatest fear.

Day 36

Mistakes compounding

Surrounding me with doubt

Out of chances

Trances and meditation fail

Frail and seeking aid

Paid for by something more

Core trembles and shakes

Mistakes will be displayed

Played for all to see

Me, seen for what I am

Damned. 

Day 37

All my fears are now complete

Replete I am with guilt

Spilt, so much blood my hands

Stand for only sin

When will I cease defecting

Erecting walls of vice

Thrice times millions denials

Trials of flesh all failed

Hailed again by weakness

Bleakness finds my eyes

Lies encircle and surround

Crowned king by filthy mind

Blind leading the blind.

Find a new beginning cant

Pant for want of longing

Wronging everyone

None more than me and you

True has lost its meaning

Gleaning nothing now

How I need erasing

Replacing, me with You.

Day 38

It was the dawn before the darkness

The breath before the plunge

The wines of celebration

Ere the vinegar-soaked sponge.

Raised hands of adoration

Before raised voices turning fists

The triumphant jubilation

Before death's final kiss.

It was desperation's final act

Ere hope's great curtain rend

It was a promise long foretold

The beginning of the end.

Day 39

Face to face

A price to pace

Ten steps turn

And love.

Burned by smoking 

Barrels, poking

Holes in pinata

Hearts.

We gotta try

Not to scream or cry

As lead is pulled

From chests.

Mulled over 

Our four leaf clover

Had but three after all

Unlucky in love.

Day 40

Each spring comes anew

And the chlorophyll hue

Makes even death green with envy.

Each bud and bloom

Revealing the doom

The embalming tomb

Of sunlight's last frenzy.

Born so swiftly to die

One long oxygen sigh

Exhaled into dust

And it was thus.

Spring seems to mean

The birth of all things

But lasts but an eye-blinking season

Then death comes with treason

And summer's heat cracks

Your facade at last

Renders you brown

And autumn rains drown

The last vestiges of your existence.

This is your resistance

This birth

This cycle of remaking earth

A shot fired at the tyranny of change.

Day 41

All our beliefs

Painted velvet reliefs

Our trinkets and charms

Meditations of karma

And expectations lie thus

Rendered dust and unjust

Neutered by trust

In the unseen

Unclean, so unclean

How I needed to die

And in my depths, there would it lie

At peace, so at peace

Higher than high

And there at my peak, there was it nigh

For there is no karma to grace.

No reason in faith

No power in hate

There's only His love.

Day 42

There's a hat rack on the wall

With baldness hanging on its pegs

And in the closet, in the hall

Stands a table without legs

Sitting there, a hand-less man

Holding a remote

And on the ground, the ceiling fan

Spins it's blade-less rote.

The hand-less man dons baldness

To cover up his hat

Then stands, and in his tallness

Wipes his hands on the welcome mat.

Then he leaves his one room house

Takes the stairs to second floor

And there, with his computer mouse

Clicks mute to stop his snores.

Day 43

Love

Does not heal

It self destructs

For where there is love

There is no self

It is not easy

But painful

For it brings scars to the surface

And reopens old wounds

For love is not a cosmologist

But a tattoo artist

Bringing life fully to the fore

Hidden scars are private pains

But visible ones are triumphs

And love is never content

With second rate

With second best

Or second place

Because love is separation

Abnegation

The utter rejecting of me

That you might be you.

Day 44

Black skies

Spell sordid lies

In every thunderclap

Lured into the trap

Of believing what is known

Of seeing what is shown

And not what pulls the strings

Of seeing only things

And not what lurks behind them.

Every darkened whim

Now breathes it lightning fire

As we enter darkness' lair

The dragon's teeth of doubt,

And it's gaping maw closes round about

Our hopes.


Easter - He is Risen!

Two days and nights of dark

Third day now, and a spark

Of dawn arises

For hope's full of surprises

When death has looked away.

Thinking there would be no day

Indeed, no day e'er again

Death's sinister grin

Worked slow across his face

Then moving with great haste

Death ran to claim a throne

Leaving hope dead, buried, and gone.

It was his last mistake.

For in his rush to have and take

Death left one breathe to soon

And sure as he had left the room

Hope's chest rattled, rose.

Stopped. The silence grows.

Rattle, rise again

Not an "if only" now, but a when

When will Hope arise?

Dawn comes streaking 'cross the skies

And with a mighty crack

Death's power is beaten back

As a stone is moved

And doom is doomed,

For there's an empty tomb.