Arcata Vacation

Arcata's misty morning sears me deep,
Coast Redwoods and Sequoias standing tall,
It wakes me to a beauty from a sleep,
a sleep I never knew was there at all,

Arcata's misty morning scent I reap,
the Pine and Eucalyptus blend I fall,
in love with life again I weep,
great works of God on us they did befall.

Pacific's ocean hits the cliffs so steep,
this Moonstone beach its wonders so enthrall,
a little river hits the salt tides neap,
huge boulders from the sand, this is my thrall,
My parents ashes sailed out from this shore
I now see why I walk and just adore

Have a clue

I really do not have a clue,
if I did I would now do,
something smart and something new,
I'd shut my mouth and act dumb too

the sight is awesome,
at the edge of this crevasse,
again I fall in

Our Shadow Man

within my grasp for years and so well versed,
he saw the angles of life's game and then,
with this insight he never lost again,
his poison asps were calmed like infants nursed.

and fame's not sought these men think it's the worst,
it's family first and for these shadow men,
these master gamers have it in their ken,
Yaohushua has said the last are first,

Oh God why would make one such as this?
I think of heavens loss when he was here,
I think Dads heart attack made heavens bliss,
his passing over made the angels cheer,
his life just shows how far I have to go,
that really hasn't his me yet you know.

The pond is stagnant,
it seems of no use to me,
but it teems with life

Hippopotamus,
the master of his river,
no money no school.

the old growth forest,
must burn a bit to clean out,
else the fall is great,

as I look you soar,
and I wonder why can't I?
High one walk with me?

The seed appears dead,
It will not grow in this light,
It needs dark and dirt.

What bear would not eat?
what eagle would not fly?
Love, is that my task?

they grow with great care
light, design and love team up,
I see, even weeds?

young turtles beach born,
run for their lives and end up food,
Gods beautiful work

His watchful eye

I'll abide in full some day,
this hope will never die,
though partially now I run astray,
My shepherds' still close by.

Some live full Kingdom lives,
some get saved on their death bed,
some are stuck just where God puts them,
some have freedom to fly,
whatever it takes Lord of Hosts,
crucify.

The things that are

The few years I've been alive,
most things are hard for me,
so lost the holy help my strive,
I'm humbled Lord by thee.

my youth was hope for hopeful things,
my youth was fun with playful things,
the hope and the fun and the playful things are put aside,
I am now at times a protector and a guider and a father
for a deep driving purpose,
family.

wisdom

the old redwood,
how to live feast and famine,
can you teach me tree?

My Issac's Eyes

The sunsets never seen with his young eyes,
and ocean waters that he ne'er will touch,
the good friends missed a wife he'd love so much,
so sad for for us we never sad goodbyes.

He'll never feel moms hugs to comfort cries,
missed family dinners, siblings gifts and such,
he'll never feel dads pride or hand shakes clutch,
and ne'er a stone will say here Issac lies.

He was miscarried born my little guy,
lays in his mothers hand a hepleless one,
she looks and cries bout one she didn't know,
I'll see you Issac in the bye and bye
the dad quick looks and sheds a tear my son
Ne'er fly my dear young arrow from my bow

I Sing

As years pass by I needs Ya's wisdom more,
Us men are oh so drivin to command,
A President or on a soap box stand,
It matters not, menkind just want to roar.

Our Father humbles me no flight, can't soar,
And when I'm snared I pray "God send your hand,
and place me on the Rock from sifting sand
Come honor integrety we fight a war,"

You beast you're not a man, can you still think?
So fat so strong your are a phony King,
for as you steal and kill as you destroy,
your heart grows harder surely you will sink,
A true man worships God to Ya he 'll sing
For men were made to give Our Father joy.