by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories:
hero, hope, peace, war,
Through the gates of Absalom,
steed and gate did ride,
charging fast and furious
o'er centuries gone by;
peace did shout in vain,
the Lidless Prophets...
must come again,
nigh is the evening sky
but full of hope
The ramparts held fast, ballast and beam,
cannon-fire bombasting flesh and bone,
groans of death ---
such dreary breath!
of decay centuries old
The Rose of all that is Earth,
her petals unsheathed,
torn for time ---
tear and antiquity ---
her red sheen lilts in the new day sun,
begging for Love, she asks:
Shall they come?
by Frank Black Blacharczyk |
Categories:
bible, christian, emotions, hope, love,
I love my daughter
My God loves her you know
We all have an Absalom
A little in you and me
a little in those we love
And to my dying breath you know
Absalom will be with me
I'm so tired so tired answering questions
Ends with Absalom holding my hand
Away from here at last, tomorrow at last
Today at last you know
We will pick flowers together
in the garden with the Gardener
we will pick up the pieces
and put them back together
not like we tried before, you know
I looked in her direction she smiled
I've seen it before maybe more than once
I woke up and looked in her direction
You know It's all in a dream what can I say
Maybe it will happen again