Journey is a small group of poems all relating to a man on a quest. His quest is of interest to several people, who all have different ideas on why is on this quest as well as the invitable end of it. If you are wondering why i wrote then, well then i will say..why do i write anything? because sometimes things need to be written..and for me this is one of those things.
The Spirit:
I watch him on his journey
but i fear he knows not where he goes
i see him veer through heavy forest and
dry lands
his bones aching, spirit crushing,
the brisk winds, and stinging sand
Journey on dear one
there are many adventures that lay afar
dont let the witnesses to life move you
their words stray your heart
for you know that there lies something underneath the surface
mankind has yet to see,
you know that is the reason your spirit cant rest
or be free...
let loose those fears dear solider
let loose that anguish and pain and before you can
look to see the sunshine bring a new day
you will have found your promise land.
The First Witness:
My eyes have yet again beheld a sight
such as the Gods have seen
in the desert is a searcher, wanderer, a
man of many dreams
he has the aching pain of knowing there is more to
see, know
he has the strength and courage to go looking for
peace and serenity , tho high or low..
and yet i see his journey may end ..swallowed in waters
deep into an endless sea
i see his eyes closing for the last time,
My God dont let this be.
He has such love and purpose i hope for the first time
i see illusions instead of reality to be
i pray for his sake
he does not find the sea..
The Passerby:
I saw him first i think, he did not seem to fit,
the standard the men of the land have,
the light he held was dimly lit...
the darkness surrounded him like a blanket over a child
on a cold night
and he did not shiver or seem to be moved by the cool night air..
i wondered how he could withstand the fright..
but again i looked at him and again he looked out of place
something in the way he moved
the way the shadows consealed his face.
What a strange man i thought,
as he strolled quietly by,
no smile or acknowledgement of anyone around,
I still wonder what it is he sought...
The Second Witness:
Who is this man burning? his screams
fill my dreams
or nightmares should they be called?
i can not continue this way not knowing why i dream
of a man i have never met,
and yet every night he burns in my dreams...
i start to fear the sunset,
for night brings sleep and sleep brings my dreams
and his screams
and his burning night after night....
Is this a sign dear God? is this what i need to see?
i wonder why this man burns, i would why and who could he be?
What a dreadful fate for his poor soul,
and a dreadful ending but why am i to know?
Am i the one to save him or warn him
a man i dont even know, yet i know his fate,
perhaps you dear God will lead him to me,
or me to him before its too late.
The Third Witness
Things are different these days you know,
I feel like strange ways enter hearts
you know-
I wonder why the air holds sour smells longer
or
are they just stronger?
I used to do things,
way back when,
like visit my mothers grave
looking for the flowers I sent.
Then i noticed one day that instead of
lovely daffiolds
I see a rose,
standing alone, red and beautiful,
what secrets did it hold?
It shocked me, and amazed me at the
same time
Ugh Let me not think about these strange
days of mine.
But I know for sure that day was my last at her cold grave,
after seeing that rose and the vision it gave.
I had never been one to see things to be,
those things happen to different people,
no one like me.
Amazing things I saw
a young man on a quest,
he was handsome, smart, adventous,
perhaps that is why his spirit could not rest.
Flashing before my eyes
was his destiny
Flashing, I saw him cry and heard his screams
Young warrior I pray you do not fall so easily
to that early death,
oh and for his face held in my memories
many a night i wept
He lay helpless
screaming to dear God above for his soul,
while dirt was shoveled over his still
breathing body-
he will never grow old.
Not if what I saw awaits this poor brute;
That day I should have stayed home I think,
but instead I wonder about that rose and that young man,
where is the link?
These strange days hold stange secrets
and I hold his-
Fair thee well young warrior
your quest is of honor indeed
I pray tho you will not fall
as I have seen.
The Spirit:
You bias beasts
what do you think you see?
Is it his or Your destiny?
Have faith! In your mankind
there is no one else left to
Give him prayers and peace on this journey,
that in itself will do!
Judge him as if he belongs to something greater you
can not understand,
judge him on godly character
for he is no mere man.
You foolish foul beings
full of every impurity placed on this earth
given every pleasure but that isnt enough.
Let him search,
Let him roam,
find the things he needs
leave your visions to the wind and let him be!
I say Amen to him
I say Good Day-
I say Journey On,
I watch, I pray.
The Fat Lady in the Market:
I think I fell in love today
The most handsome stanger came my way
looking like an angel from heavens highest cloud
I found myself smiling and giggling like a school girl aloud.
Boy how I would love to lay in his strong arms
I fell so quick to his wit and charm.
He made me want to run, dance, and sing
I would gladly give my plump husband for this mans wedding ring.
I think my bagel never tasted so good til today,
I wonder if he would like dinner, I could fix it his way.
Whoooo the jiggle in my belly tells me he is the one,
I wonder where his beautiful green eyes come from.
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