Ascension

Life is short, this I'm told,
By the young and by the old,
But at times it seems so long,
And sometimes rainbows, hold no gold,

Sometimes fools are sages unseen,
Unless you ask them where they've been,
Unless you listen and understand,
All that is, is in Gods hands,

Young or old, strong or weak,
Everyone has the right to speak,
The right to breathe the air of earth,
From the last breath inhaled to the first at birth,

Each of us views life in their own way,
Happy or sad from youth to gray,
Yet all find peace in the end,
When the gates open and their souls ascend,

To the light of heaven they fly,
From the mother earth to the storms eye,
Everyone finds peace in the end,
Eventually we all find where we shall dwell forever.

© August 31, 1992 Rod Arbogast





Slumbering Voyage

Wake up from your slumber,
You've been sleeping for so long a time,
So much time being unaware,
You've let enough of your life drift with the tide,

Take hold of the wheel of your ship,
Set a course that will bring you to shore,
Map an expedition to explore the life that remains,
Wake to a day of light and warmth that you haven't felt before,

Though you are still groggy from the dream,
The shadow of you afternoon comes to be,
Your evening is a remembered dream,
Your morning passes right into the hours of serenity.

© 1989 Rod Arbogast





Tears of joy

A sweet smell,
The reflex of a smile,
The brightness of your eyes,
Innocence in your style,

I see the changes,
As slowly you awaken,
From your dreams,
The path you have taken,

Under all this lies,
The things you let deny,
Your childhood of misery,
Was hidden in your disguise,

Riding upon your cloud,
Set upon the sunrise,
Another day passes in victory,
As the rivers run from your eyes.

© December 2, 1995 Rod Arbogast





A Single Grain

Tears are falling down from Heaven,
Opening the souls hate to pour out,
Rolling down from the vortex,
To leave the heart in drought,

Washed from the internal grief,
Squeezed from the emotional sponge brain,
Dawns burst and flood the earth,
From within the flow without created by a single grain.

© February 29, 1996 Rod Arbogast





Grip

My eyes,
Open,
My mouth,
Spoken,
My ears,
Hear,
My thoughts,
Clear,
My suspicion,
Gone,
My intention,
Song,
My emotions,
Wild,
My love,
A child,
My touch,
Tender,
My breath,
Rendered,
Happiness,
Smile,
Grip.

© December 2, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Differences In Opinion

Differences in opinion,
Doesn't mean either side is right or wrong,
People all over the world,
Don't live the same song,

People change for better or worse,
Depends how much they try and be what they want to,
Some can't seem to find what they're searching for,
Some can't decide what they want to do,

People feel if they don't numb themselves,
Those who numb themselves go round and round,
Some feel a fall and get back up from it,
Some just lay dazed on the ground,

Me? I can feel what I feel honestly,
And understand why I feel so,
I choose my road and create my own destiny,
I've learned the cost of not saying no,

To anything I can't accept outside me,
To things outside I need to reject,
The consequences are all mine to claim,
From the feelings I neglect,

Don't blame anyone for my mistakes,
I realize the extent and severity,
Of things I do to undue my dreams,
Looking at how I have created my own insecurities,

I can't accept things I held dear before,
I've changed as I've woken daily,
I'm just me and you're just you,
I'm expressing my feeling freely,

Different opinions,
Disagreements boil over sometimes,
Heated by emotions,
Everyone has a different mind,

So I feel good about myself,
An individual amongst the crowd,
One in a million I have been told,
And I'll sing myself out-loud.

© December 14, 1992 Rod Arbogast





You Were There

Out of the darkness I ascend,
Out of the streets I am hurled,
Out of the screams come silence,
Out of the tears I see the world,

People I see aren't so threatening,
I'm not the enemy I knew of old,
I am arisen from the deadened streets,
I rise and meet the day with courage bold,

Asking only for the courage to walk through,
Whatever the day may bring with it,
Asking for the wisdom to understand it all,
With my teeth biting at the bit,

Reigns to guide me along this path,
To hold me to gods will for me,
To carry my burdens when my back grows tired,
To guide my feet if I trudge along wearily,

Thank you God for all I see,
For keeping me alive instinctively,
When I could not do this positively,
You were there when I couldn't understand my own cruelty.

© November 12, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Lack Of Expression

I am in love with myself,
I am not as bad as I thought I was,
I am human and I make mistakes,
The past is unchangeable, something to learn from,
Overcoming the character defects I have always denied,
Seeking out the flaw I have dwelled upon for too long,
Killing the creatures infesting the pools in my mind,
Silencing the singers of so many mournful songs,
Experiencing the stings of wounds I have ignored,
Feelings of the utmost grievous proportions,
Facing the reality I had chose to push aside,
With the creation of so many mental distortions,
Do the demons still haunt you as they do me?
Coming and going all day long unexpectedly,
Taking all the silence of peace with them,
Daily grip on what's real slipping violently into the sea,
Awaken from this nightmare; it's easier than you think,
To come into the land of the living, amongst living beings,
To admit that life is hard to live sometimes,
You can start to walk, as you should, and stop fleeing,
It's okay; it gets better with some time to remember,
Sometime to reflect on the actions, I have had,
To feelings I haven't expressed in situations that came along,
Times when I have been depressed, confused, jealous, angry or mad,
The people I shut out from the way I feel,
The years I could not express the feelings appropriately,
I had to be kind and in control at all times,
Until I had no control of who I became eventually.

© March 10, 1996 Rod Arbogast





Eye Of The Needle

Solutions being given,
Solids coming forth,
Answers being given,
Walking through my doors,

Upon a rock I stand today,
Gazing out upon a wondrous scenery,
Hopeful of an unknown horizon,
With faith in God I make my bindery,

Blank are its pages until,
Today passes, with each second,
The words with letters spelled,
To form a story of a choice chosen,

Holding the hand of God as a child,
Speaking his comfort wondrously,
Learning to open my soul wholeheartedly,
Amazed at what I'm shown repeatedly,

The light of the candles wick,
It's brilliance aglow and warm,
To enable me to sit in silence,
When around me rages the storm.

© December 17, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Prayer Of The Habitual

Please God show me mercy,
For the wicked man I've been,
Forsaking the gift of life you've given me,
To wallow all alone in my mortal sin, 

Please lord I beg of thee,
To show me what I've done wrong,
I'm tired of making these mistakes,
They only seem to make the road seem more long, 

Please God help me realize,
What I've been doing with my life,
Remove the damnation I've placed on myself,
The anger I feel from my self created strife,

Please lord take my hand in yours,
Help me wash away the troubled doubts,
I've found your guidance is something,
I cannot even think about living without, 

Help me lord to rise up off of my knees,
And walk tall with my head held high,
Help me see the simple joys of being alive,
Before all these things pass me by, 

Please lord heal the sickness I have,
The chains I myself secured,
Help me break the bonds of my mortality,
Help me find pride in all I've endured, 

This I pray to you today.

© September 25, 1994 Rod Arbogast






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