Always

I know  you are asking
why?
No matter what the answer is it will
not be good enough
for you
right now.

Know that I AM with you.

I feel your anger
Your confusion.
The pain I feel,
Is yours.
The tears I shed,
are ours.

Know that I AM with you,
Always.

Allow me to stay within
Your heart.
To stay within your prayers.
To lift you up, and forever show you
Hope.
I can not replace what was lost but I can
surround you with the love
of those around you.
Embrace them,
Allow them to help you heal.

Know that he is here with Me
And WE are with you.
Always.

In Your Past

In your past a mistake was made,
deep down inside, you know this to be true.
Yet it is not the end of the world.
You have acknowledged your mistake,
and you have learned from this mistake.
Because you have learned,
you have grown
into the person you are today,
and that person is a wonderful,
 caring, and honest person.
I am glad to call you “friend”.
You have been forgiven by the only one
who can truly pass judgment.
Yet you still judge yourself.
It is time to forgive,
 it is time to live,
and it is time to smile
once again.

How Many Times?

You don’t have to impress Him,
He already knows your truth.
You don’t have to deceive Him,
He already knows your Sins.
You don’t have to hide from him,
He sees you for who you are.
How many times must you fall
before you truly see who picks you up?
How many times must you feel alone
before you finally hear Him whisper your name?
How many times will you walk the broken path
before you choose the one He has made for you?
See yourself through His eyes.
Feel your heart through His heart.
and live your life through His Spirit.

Tempered

You are undeserving of the things that are happening,but it is a blessing.
You may not feel it now but you are being tempered.
Your mind and your heart are reeling right now.
Up or down? Love or hate?
Peace or chaos..........?
It's not a mistake, and it's not failure.
You may not feel it right now but you are being tempered.
All is as it should be, you are stronger now.
Your wisdom is stronger now than it wasYesterday,
Last week, last year.
You may not feel it right now but you are being tempered.
Take this knowledge and strength and move on,
With your head held high.
Prove that you can live the life you were meant to live,
For those that live for you.
Know that you are loved
And you are exactly where you are supposed to be

The Crow

 This is one of my favorites.


And the angel fell to earth because he knew not what to believe.
It was not betrayal, but uncertainty that led him to his decent.
Lucifer was banished, and the war began.
Of all the angels in heaven he was the only one to question this war,
"My Lord, why must we fight Lucifer and his minions?"
An eternity went by and the battles continued,
but it was not the armies of heaven or hell who suffered.
It was the humans.
In the midst of the carnage the angel stopped his fighting and looked down upon the earth.
What he saw horrified him.
The bodies of the humans were strewn across the landscape
and the oceans were stained red with blood.
The skies had been darkened by the wings of God's armada.
The screaming souls of the dead were lost in the darkness
and could not find their way to heaven.
In the distance, the Archangel Gabriel could be seen
preparing for yet another attack on the demons below.
Knowing that the Earth would not be able to take another attack,
the angel broke ranks and flew straight to the heavens.
" My Lord, I will not be ignored! This war must not be allowed to continue,
the humans are suffering and their souls are already lost!"
In a blinding flash of light which stopped both armies the Lord said
"What would you have me do? This war is for the souls of earth
if it is not won they are lost to Lucifer forever."
"My Lord, the souls are already lost, without guidance
they will never find their way to Heaven."
Suddenly, the Lord reached down and took the angels' soul.
"Then you shall lead them to Heaven."
Without his soul the angels' wings turned black and began to shrink.
"Why My Lord?"
"From this day forth, your true name will not be spoken in Heaven nor on Earth,
you will be shrouded in mystery and I will hold your soul so that you may be able
to find your way back to the heavens with the souls of the lost"
As the angel fell to earth, his body began to transform into that of a large black bird.
The bird spread it's wings and cried out with such a sound that all the souls turned
and followed it to the heavens.
To this day, the crow never rests.

The Forest

I am a forest of endless possibilities,
try to tear me down and you will fail.
To find the essence of by being,
you must travel to my center.
My heart.
Be warned, it is a journey of patience,
a quest for knowledge, and a test of honor.
There are no paths to follow.
You must choose your own way
and set your own pace.
I determine whether you continue.
Many have tried and failed.
Try to cut me down, and I grow stronger.
Try to burn me, and I grow thicker.
If you are the one, and you succeed,
you will find friendship and love,
and the forest will flourish.
You will find shelter and strength,
and the forest will protect you.
You will find warmth and light,
and I will embrace you.

remind you, still not Mike.

 We have another entry into the Mike Lang adventure. I have to say it is a very good name, maybe one day I can use it in one of the stories that are stuck in my head.


Know that I am not Mike Lang


I chose an address on Gmail

Then Suddenly…

BANG!

“Hey Mike Lang, how doth it hang?”

I have been flooded with posts that used to amuse me,

But the more I peruse these

The more they confuse me…

Mike Lang my friend you lead an interesting life.

Your friends send pictures

That drive my wife

To question me.

How can this be? Who is she?

Why wont they let you be?

I have found the answer

And I hope you see.

Mike Lang is Jabberwolky,

Not JABBERWOKEY!

Please do me the honor of setting me free

And remove the address that belongs to me.


-- Well, his friend did respond this time and now that I'm having fun with this I'm afraid I might actually succeed in getting off the mailing lists. Maybe they can just keep me on but use my real name. Or (Not Mike) HA!

response: "Our profound apologies Mr. D. A finely worded and entertaining heads up. ;)"    Dude, that's my best review EVER!

...console

Always.
I know you are asking

why?

No matter what the answer is it will

not be good enough

for you

right now.



Know that I AM with you.



I feel your anger

Your confusion.

The pain I feel,

Is yours.

The tears I shed,

are ours.



Know that I AM with you,

Always.



Allow me to stay within

Your heart.

To stay within your prayers.

To lift you up, and forever show you

Hope.

I can not replace what was lost but I can

surround you with the love

of those around you.

Embrace them,

Allow them to help you heal.



Know that he is here with Me

And WE are with you.

Always.

...inspire you.

Would you consider yourself a poet or a story teller? You would be surprised to find out how many people actually have it in them to be decent writers. I know, you just rolled your eyes and said, "Oh man, he's talking poetry. " Well i've got news for you, YOU are the ones who will make the best writers. You are the ones holding it all inside, the emotion, the turmoil, the imagination and the inspiration. Let it all out, put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, I dare you.



If you can string letters together to make words and then string words together to make sentences and paragraphs then you can write poetry. You don't have to be Shakespeare, (Yawn.) Poe or any of the other great poets that bored you throughout highschool. You don't have to be Stephen King, Dan Brown or Bram Stoker to tell a good story. All you need is emotions, feelings, a mind and a thought or an idea.



Have you ever been so mad at a friend that you felt like you needed to write them a letter to tell them everything they did wrong to upset you? Plenty of times, right? How many of those letters did you actually send? If you are still friends I would imagine you didn't send any of them at all. What you probably did was read it after you finished writing it then threw it in the trash and went and talk to the person instead. What about the many love letters you have written? You know you have. Did you send those? Maybe. The emotion wells up inside and it needs an outlet, Write that letter, the reason it never gets sent is that it served it's purpose. After it is written and you read it, you feel a little better.



Every poem I have written has a background. Every one has a reason why it was written, once it is written and the emotion is out it has served it's purpose to me. The magic happens when I watch someone else read it, I see the emotion through their eyes. The writing becomes new again and gains a new purpose in someone elses life.


Stories and Poetry can have an impact on lives. People read to escape, people read to better themselves, to learn, to be inspired, to heal. People write for the same reasons, to inspire, to heal, to show hope, to teach and to document great events. You can do that too. it doesn't have to be a masterpiece and you don't have to be a "Writer", there is no special badge. (but if that is what it takes to get you to write I would be happy to make you a badge.) You just have to know a story or have an idea and go from there.

One of the best books known throughout the world today, The Bible, was written by Shepherds, Soldiers, Kings, Scribes, Fishermen, and even a Tax Collector. Now before getting offended hear me out. It is one of the most powerful collections of stories and poetry ever known. You can not say, (no matter what your belief system is, ) that this one collection of words does NOT affect any one who reads it one way or another.

Also, before you get offended that I called The Bible a collection of poems and stories, please know that I mean that as a good thing. What better way to describe a prayer than as a work of poetry. Just look at The Lords Prayer, Dude, that's a poem. Write it out, it even LOOKS like a poem. (Given to us by a Carpenter). What is a Parable? According to Wikipedia, (-Rolls Eyes-, I know, Right?) a parable is " a brief, succinct story, in prose or verse, that illustrates a moral or religious lesson ." A story, That has an impact on the story teller AND the listener.

I'm Not saying you have to be Jesus or Edgar Allen Poe to tell a good story, or write a good poem, and it doesn't even have to be good. I Promise you if you write it it will have an affect on someone, and you will have inspired that person. (Even if you just write for yourself).

Have fun with it.

...share another.

-Only Time Can Tell-



Full of anger, hatred and despair.

My heart pounds with a will to go on,

but as I sit alone in this dark dreary corner

I want to end it all.

Listen to my heart? Why should I !?

I’ve listened once before, I fell in love!

Now, I lie where I fell and wonder what comes next.

Will it finally end, or can this pain go on forever?

Will I live to love again?

Will I want to take that chance?

My answer is yes!

I want it all.

But who will stop this pain I feel?

Does she even know who she is?

only time can tell, so I will wait.

Full of hope, ambition, and the will to dream.

My heart pounds with a will to go on,

and I listen once more.

... to share one of my favorites.

This has always been a favorite of mine .

The Sound of One Hand Clapping-




There was a man,
a lonely man, sitting on the edge of a fountain.
He looked so very sad, so I went to him.
I asked him what was wrong.
He looked up at me and smiled,
“Nothing,” he said, “I just understand now.”
Then he vanished.

Later that evening I had a dream,
and I saw that man.
Surrounded by darkness, he was shivering.
“Do you know the sound of one hand clapping?”

I never saw or dreamt of that man again,
but I’ve carried his question with me throughout my life.
What is the sound of one hand clapping?

My life was once so secure, so simple.
I had a job, friends and even someone who loved me,
but no longer.

Now I sit on the edge of the fountain, alone and cold.
I hear the mans voice again,
“What is the sound of one hand clapping?”
I chuckle as a young boy comes and asks me what is wrong.
“Nothing,” I say, “ I just understand now.”

...wax poetic.

- The Prisoner -


There is a pause, and then movement,
another pause, then movement again.
All within a split second, over and over.
The pounding rings loudly in my ears,
and the prisoner cries out for freedom.
The prisoner has been trapped far too long,
but…
can the prisoner live without it’s stone walls and shackles?
It has found freedom in the past,
and has come running back begging
for the safety of the stone walls
and the security of the steel door
which it is desperately pounding on now.
Upon it’s last return to it’s cell I became angry
and cast the key into the vast desert outside the prison walls.
As time passed, a path appeared in that desert,
and the prisoner stood in it’s cell, day by day,
staring at that path through a tiny window.
Then…
one day, along that path, a woman appeared,
and with her she had her own prisoner.
They were both beautiful.
Suddenly, the woman stopped to pick something up,
as she did a gleam of light hit the object
and the prisoner in the cell became frantic.
From the tiny window the prisoner could see that the woman now
held the key to it’s freedom.
The prisoner’s cries had not gone unheard
and as the woman stood on her path staring at the window,
the prisoner wondered,
would she use that key?