The Foul Smell Of Words

Random words born of the heart
Spew like fire from lips and tongue
Said with smile and twinkling eye
Leak the foul smell of words

So this is the language of maturity?
This is the heart of His child?
Comedy takes a back seat
With the foul smell of words

Hypocrisy takes the stage
And bares its evil tongue
Acting out you live the part
Embracing the foul smell of words

Disappointment fills the air
Friends look away in pain
Turn it off screams the child
Remembering the foul smell of words

Is this the one we know?
Who speaks of love and life?
Cursing lips sup communion cup
And wash over the foul smell of words

Four letters fill the mouth
What actually fills your heart?
Mirrored out for all to see
Your love for the foul smell of words

More poetic quotes from a 9 year old.

“It’s not the end but the start of something new. All is clean, pure and full of praise to give to God. Merciful and wonder He is and I will praise Him forever more.”

“Life is to everlasting because my heart beats of gold and my feet walk with courage. My hand writes with silver as though I am a queen in a large kingdom. I eat from a plate that is real gold. I am treated like royalty.”

“Today I write with courage and faith knowing God will lead me through the day without doubt. I trust Him to protect me. He will.”

Love To The Day

Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing the time within twenty-four
Living as though neither appear
One minute one second perhaps more

Love of the day, love of the night
Entertaining shadows dance bout the floor
Surrounded in moonlight whispers your name
Embracing the sleep for granted new day

Love in the day, love in the night
Everything’s lovely, life, love and you
Looking toward future, sure in the dawn
What it will share surprises in morrow

Love now the day, love now the night
Time becomes master, you become slave
Success becomes one, life becomes two
Time finds a friend and you find a fool

Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing it all between light and dark
Living as though each time will last
Time perhaps lost, seasons perchance passed

The Outstretched Tree

Reaching hearts in ball and chain
Walking through life weighing down
Holding back the greatness of He
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Lonely, dying, crying for one
Balling up in padded corners
Knowing what a price to be
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Loving once and knowing best
Turning round to walk away
Tossing, turning seeking rest
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Reaching out to those in pain
Arms open wide to finger tip
Sin on shoulders forgiveness still
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Elegance and Suave

Bottled emotions kept deep inside
Unable to release the feelings there
Stuttered words and trembling hands
Trying for elegance and suave

Deep inside you fill the void
A space of emptiness dark and deep
Never knowing nothings there
Until one’s made so complete

Loosely used the word of love
Flows so cheaply and thrown about
But replace it I can’t, there is no other
Said with truth and tested with time

On a day like today, one to remember
Love flows freely thru things that fade
Wilt and wither love does neither
True love today continues growing tomorrow

Bottled emotions I’m letting out
Trying to express my feelings here
My voice stutters and hands tremble
Seeking elegance and suave

To my Valentine, Kimberly.
I love you.

Abstract and Me

Liver diced into 24 pieces
Browned and baked like crispy fries
Yummy to the tummy might you say
But it really has nothing to do with me

Lakes of red in colored glasses
Ponds of purple and shots of molasses
Kites flying low with shorted strings
But it really has nothing to do with me

Rivers died from ice caps melting
Iron and ore is smug and smelting
Buckets of yams in yammy-yam land
But it really has nothing to do with me

Paneled walls in 70’s structures
Wall paper pealing and waving good-bye
Lovers are loving and eating mud pies
But it really has nothing to do with me

Living out loud in closed empty spaces
Searching for rats to bet at the races
Pockets of posies to throw at the sea
But it really has nothing to do with…

Sweet Voice

Sweet voice arose to withered ear
Breaking through the void of silence.
Beautiful sounds of vocal chord
Flows gently out to distance.

Sweet voice that speaks in childish tone
Seeks to reach, seeks reply.
Heard by others deep in night
Voice of love and laughter drawing nigh.

Sweet voice of time and graying hair
Sounds of wisdom fill empty space.
Looking for a welcome ear
To share the time that time erased.

Sweet voice one day and gone the next
Laid to rest in memories deep.
Breaking through in minds of rest
Flows gently in the voice of sleep.