I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Figuring Things Out I don't know why this song always touched something deep inside my soul It made me think of myself and I always wondered who had written my story Cause nobody knew me! Listening to the song, I saw myself riding that pony, WildFire and dying in the winter like I'd been born I had my own pony named FireBird who ran like the wind and was colored bright red and white He was my best friend, my only friend And when I rode on his back I believed I could fly I was a lonely child Talking to owls and animals Like people and thinking I was going to die still a child Because I didn't want to live to be an adult If life as it was Would continue to be Life as it was Wildfire was the fantasy and FireBird was the real but as for me I've never known...... if I was real or not
Evangelist I don't understand. What do you mean? How can I believe what can't be seen? What are you telling me? What is your story? What is this thing you're calling glory? Explain to me. Preach me a sermon Don't shout down to me like I am vermin Tell me the truth but tell it simple And don't touch up your hair and flash your dimple. I'm just a human. I'm just a child Of man and street and I've run wild Nobody's told me the way to live They taught me to take and not to give. And you're on t.v. and preaching fire And calling me up out of the mire But I don't know the way to go I'm worldly and wicked and I don't know. Come talk to me like I am a man And not a number and nameless, I know that you can Come sit down beside me and let's share a meal And maybe I'll tell you the way that I feel. Come learn of my life and learn of my losses I'm not trash in the street like somebody tosses I'm real and I feel and I'm searching, it's true And maybe I'm finding my answers in you. So teach me the lessons you've learned the hard way And ask me to listen and I'll try to stay But don't treat me like cattle on a slaughterhouse line I've a heart and a brain and a soul and a mind. You tell me about Jesus and you tell me He cares Then you run away fast like you were never there And I'm left with more questions than your answers were told And I'm left in my loneliness and my hunger and cold. I want to know the meaning of life, I want to know the truth I want to know this God you serve but you can show no proof You run me down your assembly lines and tell me I am saved Take my money and take my time and say "I'm glad you gave." Nobody's told me the story yet Or introduced the Man But told me He loved me and would meet my needs While you took what I had from my hands. And told me to pray, not showing the way And smiling that evangelist smile And jumped in your limo and told your driver to go And dazzled my eyes with your style. I need somebody to take the time to make Him real to me I need somebody to open my eyes and teach me how to see I need somebody to touch my heart and take me by the hand I may be lost, far from the Cross but I am still a man. Evangelist, tell me, what do you believe? What tricks do you have hidden up your sleeve? What magic can you produce in the dark That can make Him appear and come into my heart? I am not mocking, I want to know I've seen so much of vice and woe And I've been seeking something that's true And maybe God sent me the truth in you. But if God is real His love I will feel And if His love is true Let me see it in you. I've seen enough hypocrisy Lying wonders, false humility I've heard the lies, I've heard it all Do you hear me now that I call? Is my soul important? Do you see my face? Am I to be forgotten when you leave this place? I'm coming to you and I'm asking you now To help me to find God, can you show me how? Oh, next time in town, you'll look me up then? And you tell me to be good and repent of my sins? You give me a Bible and you hurry to lunch And I wonder if you know God but I have a hunch.
