Friday, October 1, 2010

Late night / early morning ramble.

Always seek wisdom son
It will not seek you out.
Set your steps sure
Be more than you were
And leave behind your doubt.

For every forward step you take
Brings you closer ev'ry day
Forward on
Ever strong
Don't listen to them say;

"Watch your step; careful there
The way is much too hard.
Come over here
So much to fear
The way will see you scarred

Rest here instead; lay your head
What trouble would you find
Always seeking
Never peeking
At the fun you leave behind."

The hoarse and crackling voices
Would have you halt your quest
They hold you back
Drawn into black
Pulled off your track
They spare no slack
As they hack
And hack
And hack
Until you're wracked
With spilling tears
Your quivering fears
Only hear
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.

Always seek wisdom son
It will not seek you out.
Set your steps sure
Be more than you were
And leave behind your doubt.

The voices that you hear
They mumble to compare
His Voice thunders
Opens wonders
And burns fiery care

"... therefore get wisdom
Though it cost all you have
Understanding
Notwithstanding
As to a wound, your salve."

Forward on then, my son.
Don't listen to the world
It cheats and steals
Does what it feels
Its twisted, tossed and twirled.

Never stop your seeking
The cost is not too high
Ahead the light
Glorious and bright
Has set its sight
Upon your plight
Will burn the blight

From you.

According to your wisdom, son.
You will be praised.


ok, first crack here .. almost 1 in the morning. Feel free to critique. It will be easy because online, you can't hear me cry as you rip it apart. But I will type with a wet keyboard so if you don't see me for a few days I may have electrocuted myself, is that even possible with a keyboard, even so, my finger could slip on a key and might break as it gets caught on the F buttons. You were forewarned readers.

1 comment:

  1. Great thought provoking poetry! The voice we listen to will ultimately decide out destiny! Nice job B.F.!

    L.L.

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