If you don't know Casey

Ahem.

Gentlemen,

If you're seeking a girl 

with that chrysoprase sparkle,

whose eyes swim with lightning, 

bold joy and delight

whose looks will inspire 

soft men into battle

and strengthen the timid 

to run to the fight,

Then if you don't know Casey

you're sure missing out.

If you don't know Casey

then without a doubt,

your life missing Casey

is dreary and dull

but it sucks to be you, ha! She's mine.

If your thing is a smile 

like a springtime green meadow

and teeth like the moon 

on it's thirty day climb,

one that lightens your heart 

and quickens its beating

each time that she chooses 

to let its light shine,

Then if you don't know Casey

You're sure missing out

If you don't know Casey

then without a doubt

your life without Casey

is incredibly dull

But I pity you dude, 'cause she's mine

You'll have to keep looking, she's mine.

The Real Her

She stands on hill alone completely

as setting sun illumes her skin,

embrace of night descends about her

and breath of wind finds its way in

Encircling hands both soft and stately

coax life back into chilling arms

the heat, her weapon, temporary

to keep alive internal warm

Old tattered clothes drape from her figure

the gaping holes bespeak her plight

what cloth she has she pulls around her

refusing to give up the fight

Her thought is for the town below her

a squalid port upon the sea

it's beauty lost amid the clamor

dark streets abandoned just like she

From far it looks a shining jewel

with alabaster, jade and light

but from within, the city cruel

is anything but pure and white

Deep dusky eyes survey the chaos

of hatred, strife, disease, and greed

a thousand hundred voices clamor

each calling out unending need

A breaking pain from deep within her

splits tender lips in breathless moan

a longing or an aching hunger

for what was lost to be made whole

A lacking and an empty feeling

resides within her maiden breast

when what seemed fair became a horror

the price she could have never guessed

She sinks to sit, her knees enfolded

sheltered from the the biting wind

lamenting innocence forgotten

her hope is flick'ring, growing dim

Her eyelids shut, brief, momentary

the peace of solitude arrives

her face is cured of cares long carried

and beauty is once more alive

Caressing cheeks cherry in twilight

and waving golden hair like grass

across the meadow in the sunshine

as summer of remembered past

Yet woes return as oft they're apt to

and darken once again that face

so lovely when her cares are lifted

but pained with sorrow when replaced

She stands again and stretching stiffly

descends on high to reach the town

but as she goes a soft voice whispers,

“Come back my love, do not go down.”

“The city lies disguised in splendor,

it's hiding 'neath a mask of white

but just like you it's heart is broken

enslaved beneath the prince of night”

“Before you seek to alter nature

confront the emptiness within

for only with hope from your maker

can stains become pure white again.”

The Order of First Followers

"Let hope rise, darkness tremble, and fire fall from the skies, for those who have gone before have arisen to fight among the ashes." -- Justus

The vanguard of the One Foretold, 

that band of bearded brethren, 

their brawn-ed fury rending swaths 

of judgment from the heavens

The faithless myriads amassed

 against the Rider clothed in white.

Judgment comes to them this day

His chosen stand, prepared to fight. 

Were minstrels to sing, 

or bards record, 

the tales of that prophesied day, 

the annals would tell 

of the brave Douglas clan, 

wrath destining damned to their grave.

The six, they stood strong, 

blades bared to the sun,

the best of men given to God.

With blue eyes alight, 

and with the fervor of faith,

they watched as the masses came on.

The eldest, looked he,

to his brothers beside,

as fearsome and proud his face shone. 

"Today is the day 

we be destined to fight, 

for the Lord, and his Kingdom, our home. 

So onward my lads,

let us show these uncouth, 

the wrath of the Lord that they've spurned.

Take heart and fear not,

recall heroes of old,

as we mete out the justice they've earned."

Then with deafening cry

and earth-rending shout

the brothers encountered the foe

And scythe-d like wheat 

The amassed legions fell

before the armed flurry of blows

An unstoppable force

The sestet advanced

not a man could encumber their charge

Yet still the foe came

as the tide of the sea,

a relentless and unceasing march

The six were surrounded,

their carnage path closed

encircled 'neath fiery sun

one brother fell wounded 

exhausted and spent

the battle plan seemed come undone

Yet rallied the five

and lifted they one

defensible ground they espied

the youngest called out,

"Hie to me, my kin

and gain we yon hillock that's nigh!"

Then surge-d they forth

like a javelin thrown

to reach the high ground aforementioned

and nary a one 

of the wretched enthronged

 could stand 'gainst their five bladed vengeance

Carving their way

left and right through the crowd

The six men surmounted the hill.

Reforming their ring

with their brother between

they fought back the enemy still.

Long hours they strove

as the sun rose and fell

yet still the First Followers stood

retaining the ground

consecrated by blood

of the evil to bring forth the good

Alas when it seemed

that they could not fight on,

when even their mighty strength waned,

A trump did resound,

from the heavens above 

rode the rider the Father'd ordained.

Fell fear struck the hearts

of the unholy horde

and they fell to their faces as slain,

as the glorious light

of the rider enthroned

announced to the world His reign.

A Soul Cry

You know the feeling

it's way down deep in your soul

There's a knot or a tangle

and you cannot feel whole

Because you know you've been wrong

but you can't help it, can't fight

and your heart aches and bleeds

for what's wrong to be right

Dirty and tarnished

Abhorrent and trashed

darkness eats your horizon

and your whole future has smashed

down to the ground

your will, it isn't that strong

in these shimmering halls

you just don't seem to belong

Cause you know you've been wrong

but you can't help it, can't fight

and your heart aches and bleeds

for what's wrong to be right

way down deep in your soul

yeah, you know there's a light

But this darkness is blinding

it's obscuring your sight

Is there end to the struggle?

Perhaps some freedom to find?

Or will your failures torment you

and drive you out of your mind?

Can you ever be free

of these chains that constrict

or these habits that hold you

and then cut to the quick

Your sin ends up creeping

back around to your door

and before you can blink

your tripping, down on the floor

Cause you know you've been wrong

and you can't help it, can't fight

and your heart aches and bleeds

for what's wrong to be right

Down deep in your soul

yeah you know there's a light

But this darkness is blinding

and it's obscuring your sight

In the pit of despair

when your future is bleak

and all hope it has fled

from each place that you seek

emotions they strangle

the words that you scream

from spirit to sky

in a cry for relief

The tears they pour out

down your face unrestrained

releasing the pain

that you cannot contain

Till slowly a stillness

enters into your soul

for what once was barren

has now become full

Cause you know you've been wrong

and you can't help it, can't fight

and your heart aches and bleeds

for what's wrong to be right

But the King took the blemish

with his death on the cross

and He's presenting you holy

purged clean of the dross.

To the hurting

Hey everyone,

We all hurt at one time or another. I know how it feels.
I wrote this to all those out there who are hurting and alone.
The best medicine is often times made of bone, skin, a little muscle and an absorbent cloth covering.
No talking, no resolving, just crying, just being held.
Because, although we know God is in control and things will work out, it hurts like hell right now.
We just have to let it out with someone who cares.

So here's to you.

Tears

Give me your tired, your broken-hearted.

Give me your lost and all alone.

Give me your hurting, throbbing, and aching

Give me your sorrows, your tears, and your moans.

Share all the pain way down deep that is robbing

your face of the joy it's been missing of late

For I have a shoulder fit just for sobbing

a shirt that will take all your wet tears away

I'll hold you awhile till your shoulders quit shaking

and heartache has left you spent to the bone

Stroking your hair and mildly whispering

Believe me, my love, you're never alone

I'll be there for you when your world comes crashing

down to the ground, your walls paper thin

I'll be there protecting, forever defending

your heart from travails of the wrath of the wind

The storm will be fearsome with clouds above thundering

and threatening to wash you away as debris

Yet shelter within, as my arms encircling

guard you safe in the rock I was crafted to be

I will protect you, guard you, and shelter

I will prevail in the face of the wind

I will ensure your safe survival

For I will be anchored, on the King my eyes pinned