On The Hill (Poem)

Oh that I could see thee again
As you were on the hill where my mother and father died

Your eyes stood strong and still
as you looked over the valley
on the hill where my mother and father died

Thine joy was shown clear
As you laughed heartily and cried blithely
On the hill where my mother and father died

Mine eyes were opened again
And I saw beauty though not your best
On the hill where my mother and father died

Thine face shines out, glows out
Forever from within pure to out brightly
On the hill where my mother and father died

When Every Day Is The Same (poem)

Every day the same
Wake from wake
Burn at stakes
Every day

I tried and try as I sigh
To see it their way yet
When I tried I died
This hope can’t be rent
This lie can’t be met

Every morrow is rain
I work just for their sake
No matter what I do
No matter who’s a fake
My work dies too

I tried and tried
To do it their way though
When try I die

Every day is vain
When all your never make
For grace, that i’ll sue
Though my faithfulness Isn’t new
Though my faithfulness won’t prove

Cause I’m done trying
To live it their way yet
Now I happily die.

Sight Then Fright (Poem)

Half broken, half complete
Half there, here nowhere
Here is life?
Here is war, here is strife

Is truth real or imaginary?
Is truth fake or reality?
I love it but, to cling is easy
I hate but, to let go feels sleazy

Slight change, no difference
Slight sin becomes abominations
Shove out flight or bring in light
Sight then fright then die

The Maiden In The Kelt (Poem)

Her face pale as easter lily powdered pelt
Legs plump yet preciously smoothe
Knees wrapped in kelt

Hair pure has flames to soothe
Her sublime waist a golden belt
Oh how her boots rise not high
Oh how her skin felt

Be a time the wind took her lie
Be a time the life withered from her lips
Be a time I shivered at her sight
Then passion I will all time have felt