[Old Soul]

My sweet child of God and Rhyme
A wonder and parable told
In seized moments of experience
And grand imaginings
Can I know your soul
and free thinking..
Who do you pray to ?
these child prayers of heaven
in your short lived truths
Always running to become
Yet you do not burden with them
In childlike wisdom you wonder
Is freedom not walked in barefeet
the shiny stone a child secret
that he might joy for the first time
and bless the Angel with song.
These deeper things of heaven for the child.
And when you giggle and stir in adult places
And fear that furrowed brow
a reflection of adult spankings and forbodings
from the Gods of adulthood
Would you bow your head and the Angel of innocense
keep you hidden from these glimpses of so called adult justice
Or she bow her head in wait of you
In this adult world where laughter appears
forbidden a curse of the aged hardened heart.
In this the Angel beckons you
Continue to walk across sharp rocks
picking up snakes and scorpions
and sleep a peaceful sleep upon your bed of faith
while you dream your forever dreams of change
Inside a fortress built from a plain cardboard box
This is your hour and song in celebration.....
But would you grow to rebel
And the Angels step back along the sidelines
cheering you in a song of encouragement
when your truths are not heard in purity and shared heart?
But misunderstood by a pretentiousnous a child has yet to identify
These adult fears of heaven passing them by
For this reason you are called to throw open heaven's gates
Inviting all without predjudice and malice
as only seen and known to the child of God and Ryme..


Listening Ear

A truth unveiled upon a listening ear
Was considered and kept in mind
Held it tight so as not to lose it
Like a gemstone one of a kind
Polished it enhancing it's value
Insured it out of respect
Had it secured in a gold setting
And wore it around the neck
Unlike the ear of a deaf man
although eyes to see it shine
Did not hear of it's value
And sold it for a lousy dime
Yet even the ear of a dumb man
Witless in his thought
Gripped it tightly in his hands
and said "hey look what I got"



The Common Man

Read me a poem by a commoner
A verse and rhyme from his soul
On a crumbled piece of paper
A humble story told
Read me a poem by a commoner
whose devils danced in ink
Yet kept his grace and composer
a real human I think
Read me a poem by a commoner
who fought and won his dispair
and purged onward
still dared to care
Read me a poem by a commoner
Who lived his life unrehearsed
idenitifed with common folk
from a smile and tear stained verse