Truth Fallen in the Streets

The time we have is borrowed.

The world we live in is broken.

The air we breath is battered.

Our life is but a breath.

Men are martyred for a lie.

Live only to die

Fail before they try

Traded God for "I"

O, can hope be found?

While truth is bound,

And death is a sound --

Love is bought at a pound.

When knights outweigh gold

The truth needs to be told

God -- brought out of the fold.

Men. Who will be bold?

Truth has fallen

Lies embraced

Fear adored

Grace betrayed

The King will not be mocked.

Wipe the spit off His face.

Pronounce the truth without fear.

Bask in His glory and grace.

Sorry it took me so long to write another one.... and this is kinda still the rough draft.

~ Tlation

AHHHHH!!!

Sorry.

I've been busy . . .

I'll try to do an update this week.

I just need to get my creative juices flowing again.

~Tlation

Not A Simple Wish

I changed "Not A Simple Wish--A Star"

Here is the revised/final version:

Not A Simple Wish

Pinpoints of flickering light

In the black and piercing night.

They are magnificent--bright.

And have a slow-silent flight.

When observed with higher power,

Or during a mighty rock shower,

They blossom as a red-rose-flower

And turn your long lost sweet from sour.

Their companion is the fearless moon,

They're observed with joy, in the midst of June.

A host will even appear as a spoon;

But to their power, no one is immune.

They are the near-beyond-grasp-less giants,

Who have given many sailors guidance.

O! they cannot be bought with a sixpence

But will shine with everlasting brilliance.

So now do you know what you desire?

To even dare to acquire?

A wish from those dressed in fire;

From you? Who will but soon--quick--expire.

You should gaze in childlike wonder:

At those who's grace is not a number.

Do not Wish-a-way

Those who hide in day.

~Tlation 

Update

So I'm going to change the blogging approach. 

Which means that, I'm not going to update every Monday 

but instead show ya'll the process of writing poetry.

So I'll let you guys know when I have an idea and 

give you glimpses until I have the actual thing.

Let me know what you think of this idea . . .

(That means comment below)

I hope you like it.

~Tlation 

Willing to Fail

He’s careening down the lonely trail

Over hill and under dale.

Throwing petals over and under,

Trying to make the tears surrender,

To his ever-searching will;

Striving to make his heart stand still

As he convulses up the lonely trail.

The answers are ever before

Laughing at him with magic lore.

So he searches—not in vain:

He will still continue to gain

To find the truth amidst

The lies—the evil twist.

Blazing through the lonely trail.

He sees the truth just before

Someone laughs and slams the door.

But yet he is not dismayed,

He knows that he can’t be strayed!

He will stick to the lonely trail

And find the answers—or fail.

~Tlation

Branches Adrift

A word to those upon the branches of my family’s tree:

I’d like to ask you who you wanted to be,

And if you were able to see. . .

That life is a gift.

What ambitions did you dream to accomplish?

What empire held your wish?

And did you succeed at finding bliss?

Or learn that life is more--not a burden to lift.

Is your tale recorded throughout the ages?

Were you bold or courageous?

Or did you labor all day for your wages?

Maybe you invested in life itself--not letting it mindlessly sift.

Perhaps you did not change the earth,

But were dipped into consequences at birth;

And sold as a slave with a strange mirth.

Then did you know the price of the priceless gift?

Could you have died alone?

And is all that is left whitewashed bone?

Or were there countless treasures that you did own?

But I guess all that matters is if you led your life with abandon--not adrift.

~Tlation

Never, Nope, Maybe. . .

Here is a "ditty" I wrote not that long ago. I might make it in to a poem in the future.

I'd never want to be a king.

No matter how the courts could sing,

The work would just be much too hard:

I'd rather sit and be a bard!

~Tlation

p.s. this has "meter"--in other words a beat. That's why it is so catchy.

Rock Solid

.                       a

.                    rock:

.                 diamond

.              a jewel that

.           is without a pri-

.         ce. The endearing

.      of a precious gem that

.   putts steal to shame for its

.endurance. It catches the light

.   and makes it dance for joy.

.     It binds with only a sim-

.         ple band of gold; It

.           reminds of that

.             promise made

.              when it was

.                still young

.                    love

.                      V

~Tlation

Not A Simple Wish--A Star

They're precious pinpoints of flickering light

in the black and lonely night.

They are magnificent in their flight.

And have a silent might.

When observed with higher power,

or during a mighty rock shower,

They blossom as a flower,

And turn your lost sweet from sour.

Their companion is the lifeless moon,

and they're observed with joy, in the midst of June.

A host will even form a spoon;

but to their power, no one is immune.

They are the grasp-less giants

who have given many a sailor guidance.

O! they cannot be bought with a sixpence,

But will forever shine with everlasting brilliance.

So now do you know what you desire?

To even dare to acquire?

A wish from those dressed in fire;

From you? Who will but soon expire.

Instead you should simply gaze in childlike wonder:

At those who's grace is without number.

~Tlation

Musical Delight

Here is a shape poem I wrote. If you cannot quite read it here are the words in plain text: 

TWANG! go the strings as the musician plays the song we all sing along. And beg him to play yet another. Of course he obliges. We all burst out in unison as he plays as hard as his hands will let the notes ring out. There is no doubt about how this instrument is actually alive in his hands.

~Tlation

Yahweh

.                            Yahweh

. He is our solace

.                    The beginning and end of all bliss

.               The only thing we truly miss--

.                                                        Lover.

. A lamb and a lion to all

. He'll catch you when you fall

.And dry those eyes when you ball--

.                                 Tear-catcher.

.The source of all light

. Some say He be too bright

. He's the calm in the night--

.       Star-maker.

. But yet, He is beyond compare

. All we can do is--slack-jaw--stare

. And hope we will be there--

. Forever.

                                                                    ~Tlation

                             

                    Shape: If you turn it sideways (counter clockwise) it looks like a heart.