Epic POem (fiction)

THe end was posted on a bed sheet
nailed to a wall
we watched enlightened
as our fate reign throughout
the sky fell
and the earth was on fire
the end was televised
or it could be streamed on your labtop
we laughed and cried
like fools debating
what should we spend our last dollar on
cell phones lost their charge
and nature was victorious
the lights were on inside yet dim
we couldn't tell if it was day or night outside
missing pieces of the sky were faded red
what was left of the earth was ash and mud
stunned we viewed the screen
and turned to view outside
to be certain the end was really going on
without heart stopping ring tones
mountain roared down like waves in the ocean
water evaporated
leaving our mouths dry
then finally decending from the sky,
besides the last fragments of the horizon,
the chosen one in armor that
shined passed the sun blinding our eyes
the massive figure's face could not be viewed
People in the shape of stars formed a symphony
the melody quivered our spines
they played and we rose through
the fragile roof over our heads
some stayed and mixed with mud and ash
we entered a new dimension
that non-believers said was not true
they cried out, "NOw I beleive!"
Suddenly the ground shook and broke apart
devouring what was left of earth
the melody brought infalliable souls together
in a worldly reunion

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the sun twinkles through the glass
as the day fades
a phantasm
when you step outside
to feel the thorns of chill
from the wind
you thought spring is here
there's also snow in the forecast
yet the cat still inquires
about the reflection
 the face of my watch makes on the wall
not swallowed by light
the sky is clear and mellow
wishing it was spring too
so we could put the coats away

What can you share?

In a world, where everything (philosophically speaking) has been thought of and every story has been told, where do you stand? I usually share my blog on facebook. THere I have conservative firends, liberal firends, believers, and non-believers. There are kids, parents singles, etc. THey are all good people.
I on occassion try to think of things that we would all agree on. Parents may agree that they want their kids to have some morals or they want their kids to have a good work ethic. Conservatives and liberals may agree that we should help those less fortunate. Conservatives and believers may agree that you have to make things happen for yourself.
I have listened to the sermon a couple weeks ago, and have come to the conclusion that we are on this earth to help others.
Helping others doesn't have to be earth shattering.
I havea relative who fly kites on the beach. HIs kites have beautiful colors that attract all kinds of people. THe people come up to him and he answers their questions and if he figures they are strong enough he let's them fly them. I bring this up because your hobby can be shared.
I have been asked to have a writing workshop for my fellow veterans. Problem is I am terrified of public speaking. My doctor says that writing doesn't always come nature for everybody. That is another reason why I don't want to do it. HOwever, the release I feel when I write down something that may only be profound to me, can't be measured. Maybe that is what my relative feels when he answers questions about his kites. That is a reason why I would like to do it.
What can you share with others? 

Love and the writer

MOthers girlfriends and wives
delute the writer
I'm not saying that is a bad thing
but once the writer is cured from
his insanity and loneliness
the words aren't so inspiring
Maybe the writer thinks
the events of love
can't be written down
if attempted the words
will go through a filter
LOve for a writer
words can be a friend
that you out grow
you try to relive it
 but it ends up just being break up poetry
without a muse
without a the muse or love
the writer walks with bad posture
similar to the Greek GOd Atlas
who has the weight of the world on his shoulders
with the love maybe the writer smiles
possibly
chooses water over beer
Hemingway was addicted to wives
look what happen to him

Teenager in love with Alone

Morning dove hums
like fingers perfectly placed on a six string
there is no sun
the branches of the trees are naked
the day hasn't extended its arms to embrace him
full black top parking lot
standing still
like a teenager with no one to kiss at the dance
observations becomes still lives
for the brain
and the teenager tells himself he
will never feel this lonely again
But alone might as well be a long lost cousin
or the family nickname
he wishes there was a sun to rise
so the night would finally be over
He is lost in stills as people congregate
for something or someone else
He is lost yet finds the strength to smile
He whistles to the virgin alone
the fair skin
the trend setter
the buzz from the boose
and the touch of fingertips
gently tapping up his arm
He smiles and vocalizes,
"Alone, Alone never leave for I am a soldier without a war!"
the teenager drives away
to the morning dove
that sounds like it is
immunlating his sighs of relief
rich kids, poor kids,
middle children can't disrupt the morning dove
and the teenagers contentment

Spring Day

The sky opened up like a book
written by a lyrical mind
the sun embraces
with a warm hug
from when I was a child
visiting grandparents
communities arise for a taste of spring on a typical cold month
and this is what we fight for
FAMILY
even if not the same blood line
as the sun descends
the sky releases us
in faint blue eyes
HOw long as it been?
A phone call isn't good enough.
and spring is coming again 

response to sermon

As far as youth goes, I've walked on egg shells made of hot coals. Adulthood, my brain misfire reasoning but there is always a line to walk on or to hold that let's me know that some things aren't actually going on. God wants all of it. The imagination of a child to the reasoning of an adult (normal adult).
In my opinion, people who refer to themselves as athiest see some of us as loving God half ass. THey don't know but that is what I see them not understanding. If I hung out with some old friends I know that my faith would be tested. I am not the best debator or arguer. I have seen the change and those small moments when I have nothing to do and an impulse, a voice, or just motivation gets me to open up my bible and read. If you listened to area 10 sermon entitled curiosity you know that I am off track.
I can personally say on somedays my mind isn't 100% on God. THe fact god takes anybody and I do mean anybody tells about the ideal christian. In my opinion, the ideal christian doesn't hate a group of people. THe last judgement is with God. A constant belief for christianity is to love thy neighbor as you love yourself. You can take neighbor as meaning your fellow man or woman. Am I going to hate the gay man who wants get married? No. Am I going to hate the athiest who has anti-God stickers on his car? No. I will pray.
Look up area10blog and listen to a sermon or two. It will erupt your thinking. For you artist out there it might create motivation to paint or write. But we have to remember the reasoning part that has that curiosity. Even the pastor is the type of guy who asks why. Aparently he found those asnwers with GOd.