To become an expression of this love so true,
Lord grant me the graces to be as you will me to.
Words cannot describe it or do the justice due
to that state of being that comes from Your holy truth.
I'll willingly give into it and submit to one so pure,
more beautiful than anything, the one whom I adore.
You've offered me the light; how could I ignore
the love that is within You, so great is your allure.
-D.B.
2/15-16/2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Throwback #7
The spring wind blows furiously
the trees shake in rage
an owl whips by,
a much angered sage.
A leaf small and crippled
all alone since the fall
finally drops, drifts, and ripples
till there's peace among all.
-D.B.
2/11/2009
some edits 2/11/2013
the trees shake in rage
an owl whips by,
a much angered sage.
A leaf small and crippled
all alone since the fall
finally drops, drifts, and ripples
till there's peace among all.
-D.B.
2/11/2009
some edits 2/11/2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Throwback #6
A broken heart jumps to my throat
and from my throat flies to my eyes;
from my eyes spring forth the tears
of regret for later years.
-D.B.
2/10/2009
and from my throat flies to my eyes;
from my eyes spring forth the tears
of regret for later years.
-D.B.
2/10/2009
Quatrain Throwback #5
A child so lovely in her corner sits
believing she's always alone.
Oh, that she could feel His great presence there
that makes every corner a home.
-D.B.
2/9-10/2010
believing she's always alone.
Oh, that she could feel His great presence there
that makes every corner a home.
-D.B.
2/9-10/2010
Monday, February 4, 2013
Throwback #4
Money is for Devil's play
in a game made of himself,
he uses lying, cheating, stealing;
losers go to Hell.
His deck is made of human souls
and here, the game gets tough:
it matters not which cards he holds,
as long as there's enough.
-D.B.
2009
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Throwback: 1/29/2009...a day dear to my heart...my poetical birthday.
Make me like the first star in the night
who gazes across at the moon
while the crescent moon gazes lovingly back
till he loses his love to the noon.
When night falls again with his twinkling stars
the moon to his love will stay true,
he'll wait for his star to come back to his light
like I will come back to you.
-D.B.
1/29/2009
The second "real" poem I ever wrote, written almost exactly 4 years ago today (give or take an hour or maybe 2 hours).
who gazes across at the moon
while the crescent moon gazes lovingly back
till he loses his love to the noon.
When night falls again with his twinkling stars
the moon to his love will stay true,
he'll wait for his star to come back to his light
like I will come back to you.
-D.B.
1/29/2009
The second "real" poem I ever wrote, written almost exactly 4 years ago today (give or take an hour or maybe 2 hours).
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Quatrain throwback #2
The lake rests secluded, protected by mist
till the urge to be found is too hard to resist.
So the lake sends the waves of her heart to the shore
but the shore sends them back for she is too pure.
-D.B.
4/2009
till the urge to be found is too hard to resist.
So the lake sends the waves of her heart to the shore
but the shore sends them back for she is too pure.
-D.B.
4/2009
Quatrain throwback #1
My heart is in two pieces
yet was never torn apart
for a heart can not be broken
if it was not whole to start.
-D.B.
2/11/2009
yet was never torn apart
for a heart can not be broken
if it was not whole to start.
-D.B.
2/11/2009
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Know:
You can’t plan your future, you can’t change your past
You can try to change now but moments go fast.
You can sit there and ponder the roads you can take,
You can wonder “What if?” till you’re blue in the face.
I can’t make a difference, I can’t take your place,
I can try to advise you but we know it’s a waste.
I can listen to you as you sit on you ass
I can space out while “listening” till your complaining has passed.
You will never know all, you will always know something,
You will make it ok if you just keep on marching.
You will take it as well as your ignorance can
You will eat all the lies till the truth hits the fan.
I will always nag you, I will be a mule,
I will fail every time but this is just what I do.
I will take the time I need without rushing
I will not watch you fall as I sit and do nothing.
-D.B.
4/24-25/2012, 1/17/2012
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
this is what it's like to break
you feel the rain hit your heart,
nothing happens.
trying to slice through rock
but it's only sweet water.
so the rain pounds faster,
still no luck.
a nagging feeling is all it leaves,
discomfort at worst.
so the rain makes way to hail
still nothing.
though the hail does not break,
neither does the rock.
so hail gives way to lightning.
there's a chance.
it does not hit the rock.
the rock remains uncracked,
the elements seem destined for defeat.
until you look at the big picture.
look at the rain.
it pools around the rock,
nearly drowning it.
look at the hail.
some melts and deepens the pool
some lingers,
lasting reminders of despair.
look at the lightning,
it misses the rock
but why?
its target was water
and with the elements combined
you see the rock give in,
a cold and hardened mess of me
drowning
in a pool of
pain
electrocuted
by pure
betrayal.
-D.B.
9/28/2012
nothing happens.
trying to slice through rock
but it's only sweet water.
so the rain pounds faster,
still no luck.
a nagging feeling is all it leaves,
discomfort at worst.
so the rain makes way to hail
still nothing.
though the hail does not break,
neither does the rock.
so hail gives way to lightning.
there's a chance.
it does not hit the rock.
the rock remains uncracked,
the elements seem destined for defeat.
until you look at the big picture.
look at the rain.
it pools around the rock,
nearly drowning it.
look at the hail.
some melts and deepens the pool
some lingers,
lasting reminders of despair.
look at the lightning,
it misses the rock
but why?
its target was water
and with the elements combined
you see the rock give in,
a cold and hardened mess of me
drowning
in a pool of
pain
electrocuted
by pure
betrayal.
-D.B.
9/28/2012
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
hurricane
a turbulence inside of me
instead of perfect peace
all these thoughts
they won't agree
and once again,
i'm lost
-D.B.
10/29/2012
When handed white paper i (series poem 1)
never understood
abstract
it wasn't my thing
I was very technical
I saw straight lines and I followed them.
I never saw the point in
creating something
from the heart.
Keep what is in the heart
Inside of the heart.
Do not let it out.
Now
I let it all
out
with colors
flying
through the air
purple
on my paper
swirling into
spirals
like my life
with a backdrop of
orange
to show the
fires
i have set
friendships
i have
burned.
when handed white paper i (series poem 2)
-me
5/1-10/2012
abstract
it wasn't my thing
I was very technical
I saw straight lines and I followed them.
I never saw the point in
creating something
from the heart.
Keep what is in the heart
Inside of the heart.
Do not let it out.
Now
I let it all
out
with colors
flying
through the air
purple
on my paper
swirling into
spirals
like my life
with a backdrop of
orange
to show the
fires
i have set
friendships
i have
burned.
when handed white paper i (series poem 2)
-me
5/1-10/2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Wanted: Hope.
it all comes crashing down on you,
future
past
and present.
like waves of water drowning you,
they slam
they crush
they pound.
there's no escaping so it seems,
you're trapped
you're broke
it's hopeless.
time, it goes so rapidly,
one blink
one breath
it's gone.
-D.B.
10/12/12
*Remember: God will never leave you alone during this hopelessness and He will make sure that you are raised up out of it when you truly cannot take it anymore.
future
past
and present.
like waves of water drowning you,
they slam
they crush
they pound.
there's no escaping so it seems,
you're trapped
you're broke
it's hopeless.
time, it goes so rapidly,
one blink
one breath
it's gone.
-D.B.
10/12/12
*Remember: God will never leave you alone during this hopelessness and He will make sure that you are raised up out of it when you truly cannot take it anymore.
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