The Morning Has Begun

This was a poem that I wrote that was used in an official “Narnia Easter Celebration” site. This was among about 15 pictures, poems, and artworks that were used in the gallery.

“The evening is over, the morning has begun.

How seemingly easy, the battle was won.

He conquered the evil, he brought out the light.

He defeated the tempter, with all of his might.

These things that we do, the words that we say,

are meaningless, compared to the depth of this day.

He rose again living, he came back to life,

so we greet him our groom, and us his sweet wife.

And so the play continues,

we dance on eternity’s hand,

we play in the chorus,

of the divinely formed band.

We wait for that day,

when we’ll again be united.

Our love for our Father

will soon be requited.

So until that day comes,

we wait and we learn,

our passion for “Aslan”

shall continuously burn.”

Brilliant Design of A Failing Machine

As I gander at the blueprints

of a peculiar array

for which planning has been laid out

since that very first day.

My mind can’t comprehend

the brilliant design

of this failing machine

of human kind

Not failing in all the senses

but in some that matter most

but behold there is hope!

they, no we, are beginning to understand.

we

because WE are all in this crazy thing

together.

We are all part of the brilliant design.

WE are all part of failing machines.

What shall we do then?

to counteract this monstrosity?

Is there anything we can do then?

I’ll let you be the creative ones now.

The results are always more fun that way.

I <3 Halloween

Shadows swirling on the walls,

Skeletons screaming out their calls,

The darkness all around us falls,

As we go quietly walking.


The woods are dark and seem to rustle,

One kid leaves us in a hustle,

The trees seem to ravage in a tussle,

They all seem to be talking!


I rush under a small dry ditch,

When above me yells a passing witch,

Her lifestyle just can’t seem to scratch the itch,

I jump out and start running!


She whirls around and laughs with glee,

I run with friends and so we flee,

I quietly pray she won’t catch me,

As my friends and I are gunning!


She gaining ground and coming fast,

He reach is long and grasp is vast,

My friends, of course, will not be last,

To be taken by her hand!


She catches us and takes us home,

Gives us candy and some flavored foam,

This witch was just on a friendly roam,

To bless kids in her land!


Yay!


Happy Halloween!

The Boy Named David

There once was a boy named David.

He sang a curious song.

It was about a unicorn,

And boy it sure was long.


“The adventures of the unicorn!”

He’d start it off with glee.

“Listen to these wonderful tales,

of the time he spent with me!”


“We flew above the clouds!

We sailed the furthest sea!

We hunted crazy lollipops!

We climbed a magic tree!”


We all just stared and looked at him,

He smiled with tons of hope.

“Didja like my story?!”

I looked at him and said, “Nope.”


He fell to the ground,

with a terrible sound.

He was crushed and sad,

for my opinion was bad.


“I’m sorry,” I said.

“I think you’re a nut.”

“It’s ok!” He said,

“I am a nut!”


Then he jumped onto his magical unicorn,

and they rode into the sunset.

Don’t You Hate “Dallas” Endings?

Running down a darkened path,

Adrenaline must do the math.

Trying to make my escape,

Playing like a looping tape.


I jump down onto the tiled floor,

Drowsy still from the night before.

I fear that if they close the gate,

It’ll be an omen of my sealed fate.


I run, and push, and grab, and kick,

This disastrous ride will make me sick.

I’ll never win this rigged fight,

As I burst into the hollow night.


I see a nearby van and run,

This wild event is almost done.

I fly into the driver’s seat,

I will never just accept defeat.


The vehicle starts and I press the gas,

Life springs into this humble mass.

I drive outside and into a lake,

“Oh Crap!” I yell, as I fly awake.

A Terrifying Portrait of a Moron

You scream out loud,

what nobody wants to hear.

You act so proud,

when underneath sits trembling fear.


Just one more time,

before I lose my cool.

Your terrible whine,

tarnishing a beautiful jewel.


Why can’t you stop,

hurting everyone around?

Your hideous guise,

will in time be found.


Get your act right soon,

else you’ll fall and then;

You’ll be trampled quick,

by more honest men.


Maybe one day you’ll find,

a place to call your home.

Maybe you’ll open your mind,

or just end up alone…