words by oen

Memorial

So many have died
And given their life
That I may live without strife.
Oh ungrateful bastard am I
That I go about this day
Without a tear in my eye.
So far removed
So sheltered from pain
My complaint is about the mundane.
How can I remember
What I have not known
Torture, death, bullets in my vest
My day is about getting enough rest.
Oh unsung heroes returning from war
Forever changed
And what once was, no more.
Oh family of five
That now is four
And you great warrior
That lay in earth's floor.
I'm sorry for every ungrateful look
I'm sorry for every naive book
From those of us who have not bled
And never worried as we went to bed.
God knows the price
That you have payed
He payed it too

So that love could be saved.

2009

2009
A stitch in time
My, you've come so fast
And undoubtedly you will
Leave just as soon.
Don't let me miss you
Let me make my mark
So 2009
Won't be left in the dark.
May a light shine
May dreams become real
May 2009
Be the breaking of the seal.
The seal on the list
Long and desired
Hope filled and inspired.
A creative explosion
A financial nest
Potential realized
A joyful rest.
2009
Oh 2009
May you be a start
To all that is best.

Words

Words without inspiration,
Meaningless?
Like Easter
In the hands
of a Methodist preacher?
Where's the life?
Which way to the river?
Oh mister bunny
Can you show me the way?
Mister Clause
Can you bring me a new day?
What do I write
When I feel nothing to say?
Yet write I will
Anyway
Blah
Blah
Blah
Blah
Blah

Hope is Alive

Hope is alive
There's a vibe in the air
Change has come
The time has arrived!
Wrongs not made right
But it's a start
We can believe again
We can take heart.
There is hope
And it is strong
The dream is alive
MLK was not wrong.
Stand in your grave
Celebrate today
How unfortunate though
That death is the way.
The way to change minds
The way to stop time...
You have done it though
You have paved the way
A black man has made it
To the white house today!

My Wildflower

My Wildflower
I found you
Found you amongst the others
But you, you were different
"There!" I said
There is one I can love!
Love like I've longed to love!
Wild, untamed, unspoiled, exotic,
Beautiful, blooming, growing, erotic.
Tender, delicate, and strong
You let me have you for my own
To smell, to touch,
To gaze upon, to love.

My Wildflower
Since then you have grown
And bloomed even more
Still wild,
More beautiful a flower than ever before
Still letting me love you
A gift I have not deserved
You are precious, you are rare,
Your roots live in the air
Giving you a freedom and life
Like that of the wind
A deep beauty that surpasses all others
and has not thinned.

Continue to draw your strength from the son and the rain
Continue to radiate the touch of your creator's domain

My Wildflower
One day we will go the way
Of all things wild and natural
We will be tamed
Or we will return to our maker
Having lived full, free, and abundantly.
I say "Vases be damned!"
Let us live to the end!
Doing the masters bidding
And reveling in him with our friends!
Truly, the only way to remain wild.

And then when those days come
When we bow our heads
And return to that from which we came

Know this...

My Wildflower,
I have loved sharing this season
With you
And I will see you again
When all things are made new.

I Like Carrots

I like Carrots,
Their subtle sweetness
And fresh crispness.
I used to like Soda,
It’s powerful flavor
And bubbly allure.
Carrots though I find
Take a certain appreciation,
A certain discipline to enjoy them.
One must break addictions
And slow the pace of eating
To find pleasure in the Carrot.
For the Carrot does not provide a rush
Or sensory overload that says,
“BAM, here I am!”
No, the Carrot waits patiently
For the one who will love it
For what it is.
The Carrot, unlike the Soda,
Is no fool
And will not give itself to one.
I used to like Soda,
Now,
Now I like Carrots.

Love Stirred

Love stirred
like a puddle with a twig
uprooting sediments laying vulnerably below
passion begins to brew
like coffee in hot water
setting free its trapped and sweet aroma

Love does this
...stirs up what's inside
Love does this
...makes a man with no tears cry
Love does this
...changes plans
Love does this
...gives life to the dead
Love does this
...gives strength to the weak
Love does this
...weakens the strong
Love does this
...captures a heart
Love does this
...sets a heart free

Love does this and so much more
they say God is Love
now there's something to explore

Poetry

Poetry...
Cheap whining of the storyteller.
:)

Riding The Train

I'm riding the train.
Taking the Task Express
To List-done.
First stop, done.
Second stop, done.
Third stop, done...
"How many stops on this train?"
"As many as you want,"
I hear the conductor say.
"When can I get off?"
"Whenever you want,"
I hear the conductor say.
Fourth stop, Fifth stop,
Sixth stop, done.
"How long will this train run?"
"As long as you want,"
I hear the conductor say.
"Where can I get off?"
"Wherever you want,"
I hear the conductor say.
"Here, here, I want to get of here!"
"Okay, have a nice day,"
I hear the conductor say,
And off I go
On my merry way.

The Visit (A Reminder)

The winds are still
And I stand in the midst of leaves
Only moments ago being blown
From here to there.
Almost alarmed at the silence,
And stunned by the sudden change,
I am forced to look at the picture before me.
'Observe me!' seems to be the demand
Of the stopped world.
I seem to have no place without motion.
Reluctantly, and feeling awkward, I comply and observe.
In the settled leaves and quieted branches
I see Rest and Peace,
Long lost companions.
Then, like the sky being ripped by lightning
The winds blow again.
'Come back!' I yell with tears running down my face.
'My friends, come back!'
But they are gone, having come only for a moment
To remind me of what once was.
I mourn, for they were such trusted friends.
'Wind, blow as you must, but I will find them again!'
And I set off in search to find my friends
And my place in this world again.