At the barricade

At the barricade we left our lives
For months on end we gave our all
We parted ways and said goodbyes
After the curtain started to fall.

We told a great story which we dearly love
And made the audience feel sublime
Songs of redemption that deeply move
Poems of mercy and love divine

The final page has finally closed
Today is tomorrow; tomorrow’s here
The moments of which mem’ry’s composed
Misery, elation, and the audience cheer

All covered in dust...

Thinking in silence, praying to God
Scattered emotions all covered in dust
Should I freely give my heart
And with whom can I trust?

You see love another way
In Faith she truly understands
It’s like another language whose
Translation baffles words of man.

You refuse to see His love
But God is what sets her apart.
It tears me to see you alone
But you can’t understand my heart.

My heart remains unspoken of
And till God wills it shall remain.
I wait at rest until the day
When I can freely love.

Halfway to Heaven

Halfway to heaven
Upon wings of riveted steel
I took flight and saw beautiful lights
So beautiful that even
Compared to them, real wasn't real.
Stars in the heavens, and cities at night.

Oh, lights on the ground
How you glimmer, sparkle, and shine!
Your beautiful chaos
Is forged bright in circles and lines.

What man has worked
His whole life to create
God has used
To show He is great.

His creativity mirrored,
You shine in the night
And in the darkness
You spread forth His light.

Inspiration for a Blog..

I had a place in which I write
Accessible to my peers
Words flowing thoughtfully,
Poems, passions, words held dear.

A friend of mine quite liked this world
She also liked to write.
So,
She made a place all of her own
And "Honestly" tried to emulate.

My friend Allison created a blog entitled, "Honestly?" a few days ago. She's got some of her poetry on it, and some of it's pretty good. What she does lack is people to read what she writes, so take a look, and if you like it, keep reading! (and comment from time to time. :-p)

http://ams0330.blogspot.com/

Blood of boys

I stand on a field covered with blood
Of boys who were only just men.
Men not of age - some not more than ten –
But men on account of what happened to them.

I came across a boy like me
Seventeen, but died with seventy.
His body left out in the street.
The courage of his visage lost to decay.

He died for what meant most to him
Freedom and love for those who now cry
The things he’ll never take part of again
For freedom and love he died.

Mr. Weyandt

I used to think that a man
Had only life and name as his
Here today, tomorrow gone
Preserved alone in memories

Now I know that is not true
A man who died, yet on he lives
In mem'ries, yes, but greater still
In lives he's touched, the love he gives.

A hero, one to imitate
Is this beautiful man to me
Unfailing love in the sight of God
Is his legacy to me.

In Finite

In Algebra, infinity is unattainable. No matter how far you can count, you can never get there. Math even uses a parenthesis notation to indicate that infinity can't be included because it can't be reached.

Calculus makes the leap from finite math to that of infinite. We still can't define infinity, but we can work with it. Infinity is no more attainable than algebra, but it is real, it is tangible.

You know, every time I think of Infinity, it reminds me of God. Not in the algebra sense, in inconceivability, but I know Him, and He is real.

The difference between an intangible abstract to a tangible reality is of vast significance. the difference between them is, well, infinity.

Love Immortal

Love eternal never dies
But I’m immortal, mortal you.
I could live forever alone,
Or I could die with you.

Forever alive with only name
Living, not loving, is my shame
'Tis better to have loved and died
Than live fore’er unsatisfied.