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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:11 pm 

Beyond the Veil

If the truth to you was spoken
Would you turn and walk away
Dismiss it as opinion
Another mind thus gone astray
But you can never even see the truth
Nor even stop to think and weigh
For if you saw the truth just once
It would destroy the games you play

And at last, alone, you would see yourself
And the emptiness inside
The guilt, the shame, and sadness
The sin you sought to hide
Your hopes, your goals, and the dreams you cherish
Would fade away before your eyes
And even if true love, upon you, so descended
In its mercy you could not abide

And so, if it’s the truth that you are seeking
Be sure the price of it you can pay
For the truth will never barter
Never meet you there halfway
And if you think you might be ready
Remove the masks that you display
Because what waits for you beyond the veil
Shall never pass away

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:12 pm 

Being Yourself

Wisdom to the wise
Folly to the fool
In neither shall I hide
Nor have I anything to prove

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:13 pm 

Desert Stream

I have been searching for an answer
To explain the way I feel
I have been looking for solutions
That my soul has not revealed
I thought I understood the question
But lately I just don’t know
So I will seek today again tomorrow
If the rain so becomes the snow

And still my river overflows

I’ve been trying to climb a mountain
In the midst of a desert stream
I’ve been looking for reality
In the shadows of my dreams
I tried to find a new translation
To a book that can’t be found
I’m just trying to see the sun that’s shining
Through a sky so filled with clouds

And so my darkness still abounds

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:14 pm 

For My Lady

For you, I think, I could climb a tree
So high that I could reach the moon
Maybe even take a train from here to Albany
As long as I made it home for lunch by noon

I could even climb Mount Everest in my underwear
And perhaps spend a night or two
But there are parts of me that I do adore
So I will have to think that one through

I could catch a midnight summer breeze
And scent it with a thousand blooms
I could call all my friends in Hollywood
But, there would still be an empty room

I would walk through a raging forest fire
Or learn to breathe beneath the sea
Honestly Honey, and it ain’t no lie
You’re worth at least two, maybe even three head of cattle,
At least you are to me

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:15 pm 

Grazing in the Meadow

Why should I believe You
When you say that you believe too
You seem unable to distinguish truth from lies

You rather blame your situation
As if the devil's instigation
And ignore the beam although protruding from your eye

Surely we are sheep
Secure and sound asleep
And in shallow pastures do we choose to spend our lives

Grazing in the meadows
Surrounded by our fellows
Never even looking up to see the light that fills the sky

Maybe we are better off like this
As darkness has become our bliss
Than to live our lives beneath His light and holy gaze

For then in dust and ashes would we sit
To know ourselves as whole unfit
Afraid our nakedness to all the world would He display

No man can see the face of God
Unless he would surrender to the flames

And to know one's self as nothing
Until only God remains

Pretending we have knowledge
Pretending we can see

But if the truth be told, the fire we sold
For the shade of a dying tree

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:16 pm 

Keeping Score

What is this that taunts us so
And drives us hard through bitter snow
What oars have we, this boat to row
To assay one’s worth, ourselves to know

Yet is not our worth a mystery
A treasure kept for God to see
And if we try, our selves define
Do we not transgress, lines redefined

Yet driven on and keeping score
Comparing, competing, confusing more
How objective can we truly be
With eyes endeared by self and creed

So let not self, our selves deceive
Nor think to gauge as gods to be
Neither let our hearts be beaten down
By hasty judgments, expectations unfound

For God has sworn, and decided thus
His love to give, and chosen us
Shall not the One who creates and brings to birth
Who heals our wounds and removes our curse
The One who blesses and loved us first
Is it not our God who gives His children worth

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:17 pm 

Long Delayed

Of the eyes, we do behold
Of the mind, we seek to know
Of the mouth, we make amends
Or finding occasion, betraying friends
Of the hand we give to God
Whether good, or bad, or not at all
Of the heart we give ourselves
And of our soul and love as well

Abounding sky, stretching clear and far
Whether velvety black and awash with stars
Or with graceful clouds and billowing waves
So do you nurse our seeds and likewise fill our graves
And what have I to do with you
For I am often sad, yet you are always blue
I am small, and of no account
Yet to you even the mountains, do not much amount

Here in the dark, I sit and wait
Hurt, confused, and long delayed
And pray my heart make no offense
For before Your throne I have no defense
No clever words to organize
To prick your heart to avert this tide
Whether lost, or found, or just misplaced
I remain forever dependent, upon your grace

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:17 pm 

Love Is

Love is like the melting of the snow
That soon becomes a river down below
Flowing from the mountains unto the coast
Merging with the one she loves the most

Love is like the planting of a seed
Taking root it draws the strength it needs
Reaching up to touch the sky
So it feeds the birds and the butterflies

Love is like the rising of the sun
Sharing love and light with everyone
Never to judge who’s right and who’s wrong
But supplying us hope so we might carry on

Love is what I feel when you are near
Early in the morning and lying so near
I hear you whisper that you love me too
Lost in your arms so my soul is renewed

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:18 pm 

Quiet Desperation

Part of me is dreaming - that love will come to stay
Part of me is hoping - that love will come today
Part of me remembers - the way I used to be
And part of me is carved - in the bark of that old tree
Part of me is seeking - the beauty and the truth
Part of me is empty - like the echoes of a flute
Perhaps, perhaps tomorrow
Perhaps, perhaps today
We can turn the page on sorrow
Perhaps even throw the book away

Part of me is playing - the jester and the fool
Part of me is frightened - by the authority that rules
Part of me feels nothing - but the bitterness and cold
Quiet desperation - the hunger of the old
Part of me is always here - and another part is there
Part of me is dying - and a part just doesn’t care
Perhaps, perhaps tomorrow
Perhaps, perhaps today
We can turn the page on sorrow
And love can light the way

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:19 pm 

She’s Gone for Good

Beneath an empty April sky
I walk a quiet path that leads me home
I recall how she never even said goodbye
As I pass her garden overgrown
It seems she never really tried
I often wonder if she even could
Surely there must have been some reason why
But surely I never understood - and now she’s gone for good

The air’s is now so hot and dry
As the summer’s sun resists the dusk
From the porch I watched her little garden die
From lack of water, love, and trust
I thought maybe her mind might change
And I’d hear her coming back between the wood
But as the summer rolled into autumn’s rain
I knew that she never would, - and now she’s gone for good

It rained all through November
And even snowed on Christmas Eve
At night I still sit beside the fire
And remember how things used to be
The friends we shared don’t call me
I never really thought they would
But at least I’m not reminded
Like her garden by winter blinded
How such a love was overlooked – and now she’s gone for good

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:20 pm 

The Dentist


Drills and masks, latex and gloves
Goggles and pokers, scrappers and blood
Bright lights and suction, needles and nerves
Lord what have I done, for this to deserve

Trials and tests, and challenges I’ve faced
Blocking the blows or defending my case
I’ve even raised six children, and teenagers gone weird
But I suppose still too many Twinkies have led me to here

Now here I lie, with mouth open wide
And try to be brave and cling to my pride
I should have been better and brushed twice a day
Then I might not be here, both target and prey

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:20 pm 

The Five Gates


Surely our eyes are aflutter with light
Yet the thunder resounding, escapes from their sight
Our ears are awakened to the slightest of sounds
But a smile from a friend, it can nary be found
To see, to hear, to taste, and to touch
Each sense being bound by its own design, inasmuch
To know only itself, and to all else be blind
Circumscribed in its view, by its own nature confined

Knit within the body wherein our souls now reside
Five fountains of knowledge, so defining our lives
How much more of the world might there really be
If between light and sound, we had senses to see
Could it be then that this world, is more whole and complete
Awash by all the Heavens, replete with many angels just out of reach
And these gates we supposed, would enlighten our minds
Are forever blind to the prose, as they can discern only rhyme

And the soul that we are, and its form in between
Cast down and out of Eden, into darkness unseen
To sweat and to toil, beneath the shadow of death
And its many sins presumed hidden, by this mantle of flesh
Will in death find greater dimension, from the senses then released
Freed from this worlds subtractions, so will our vision greatly increase
And our judgment revealed upon us, as we see though different eyes
Naked have we been all our lives, and likewise, our motives and our lies

So then who is more blind, than the man who can see
Lost within a forest, so he perceives only leaves
Who is more empty, than the man who thinks himself full
And who is more wise, than the senseless old fool

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:21 pm 

The Flower and the Butterfly

Soft, gentle feet and wings of grace
He steals my love with sweet embrace
Then flies away, to others chase
Bemoaned am I, whom love laid waste

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:21 pm 

The Poet
Often am I questioned, of my obsession, I disclose
To speak in praise of sorrow, as others would speak of Gold
Yet how oft do they remember, when love first kissed their lips
And the first to light their hearts, or the woe and bitter sips
When joy and truth, from them, did depart

Alas their innocence laid, sound at rest, in a cold and shallow grave
Their minds and hearts now enveloped, by dreams they had made of clay
And the paper masks which they create, laid open for display
Surely sadness is their displeasure, to choose the sun above the rain
But the gates of death shall bring them terror, and the emptiness in twain, to face alone

As for me I chose this road I travel, and I would choose it once again
For happiness is but a moment, too soon to sink beneath the waves
And the stars and sun and moon, too soon to wax and wane

I will admit it is a truth, that the flower seeks the sun
And a Poet’s heart forever dreams, when first two were joined as one
But the life that feeds the flower, does not only come from up above
But from the rain, the Earth and soil, and the broken heart that yearns for love
And so with eyes and ears unclouded, by the temporal and the dross
A Poet gives his life a ransom, for the promise of the cross
And death is but a companion, a friend to lift him up
A lover’s kiss from the eternal, a lover’s breast wherein he trusts

He fears only conventionality, conformity, never demons or the grave
Life’s pain shall be a comfort, and the emptiness its craves
And while those who are distracted, and upon the Earth shall seek their rest
The Poet’s soul shall forever see perfection, without reflection towards the flesh

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:22 pm 

The Rose

To pause but for a moment
Enraptured by a rose
Soft, scarlet velvet
With lean and graceful pose
Somehow she seems so helpless
So fragile and alone
Yet her essence fills the empty air
As a mother’s love, a home

Sought in early morning
With sunshine in drops of dew
She opens breastful petals
To embrace the sun anew
Inspired by her affection
Surrender so complete
Her love is but reflection
Of a soul before God’s feet

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Postby Brent696 on July 20th, 2018, 5:22 pm 

Two Steps Behind


Do we not all confess
Yea, the Earth is surely round
And yet surely I must protest
This truth, you truly have not found

Do not your own words betray your thinking
Where up is up, and down is down
But it seems to me you don't truly believe
That what is truly "up", is in truth, about us all around

So how then can you perceive
The Heavens and their girth
Where departed souls and holy angels do abound
Far beyond this Earth

When you speak about your life
Is it not framed by your birth and death
And if you were to die today
Would you not be losing what seems best

Surely it is only from our "labors"
That with death we are given rest
But the deeds we’ve done, both right and wrong
Accompany the soul, and not the flesh

But let’s suggest, that perhaps, just maybe
You have even caught a glimpse of that heavenly plane
Where then would you go to meet the Father
And where is the throne, from which He reigns

Perhaps He is just around the corner
Perhaps a little farther down the golden lane
Perhaps there you might find His anointed
And perhaps even Jesus is His name
But the Father Himself, and all His wealth
Even the Heavens cannot contain

For these Heavens were also created
Likewise subjected to time and space
With a here, and a there, and a now, and a then
And each other they do displace

But when time and space cease to be
Will they not also be erased
And so if I desire to know the Father
And it is the Father I would embrace
So must I look beyond both of these worlds
If in truth I would seek His face
Beyond all that He has created
Beyond both every “thing”, and every “place”

Only there will I find the "One"
Where even angels cannot exist
Where every “thing” is naught but nothing
And only His Spirit is that which IS

Both silent and complacent
And by Himself, He reigns supreme
Eternity in a single moment
Infinitely aware of His own eternal Being

Can you not perceive Him in His Glory
Where the Earth and Heavens are nevermore
No sun, no stars, no angels
Absolutely nothing and nary a form

Yet men stand forth to preach a word
And so their flocks they would reassure
But in them these men I find little knowledge
And their many creeds I do deplore

Through eyes of flesh they create their doctrines
And demand that three persons we should adore
As if among those God Himself has Himself begotten
So that the Father Himself were simply one more
Thus their eyes can perceive only idols
And the Holy One without equal, so they do ignore

The Earth beneath, the Heavens above
And the Father beyond them both
So has the Father created two worlds
One for light and one for growth

Where then do you spend your days
That of the Earth you are so engrossed
And to pause but shortly every Sunday
So as to admire the Heavens and all their host

But do you ever stop to consider
The One who first these worlds designed
Or do you live your life as if asleep
And your mind always, two steps behind

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