Everything is there in the palm of my hand

like a fistful of junk food

all the ideas that they want me to believe

are waiting to be devoured

but no matter how many of these are shoved down my throat

they still leave me hungry

and I can’t help…

My mind is turning pages

sifting through the fragments

that remain of what was done

my fingers are caressing memories

my collection of moments

written into the book of time

my attention turns to all the pages that remain

how can I build on the foundation that was laid

how can I build something worth looking back on

how can I live a story worth writing down

somewhere in the room a clock is clicking

these questions echo in sync with the sound

When every new day hits like another bat against your skin

it is easy to lose your ambition for tomorrow

when the world around you is a pile of rubble

that a faceless fact checker says is actually a palace

it is easy to stop believing

but maybe it is…

Bored at a board meeting

with all the games played at that table

I turned my mind the game of life

and all the trouble that people make

there is so much aggravation

pawns and the kings manipulating them

and the winner of it all seems to be the one…

How long have I spent

with those dollar store spiderwebs

serenaded by the fearsome yells of third rate actors

clothed in thrift store costumes

of politicians

how long have I watched

life go by the cracked windows

of the hell house I have locked myself in

to keep myself safe from a world without

the mission of heaven is just down the road

if I could only leave my precious fear

that religion of my own invention

and take a step of faith

toward my divine calling

but being haunted feels familiar

so here I sit

surrounded by mechanical cackling

and ghosts covered with sheets that badly need mending

who needs Christmas

when everyday can be Halloween

every time I hear the house creak

it reminds me that I am living the dream

Frozen in the fist of circumstance

dangled over the yawning pit of emptiness

it is tempting to

it is so tempting to…

but what if the most beautiful moments in our lives are waiting to be built with the ice blocks of our pain?

faced with the revelation that all…

Alone

shaking with the memories and tears

forsaken

by the ones who said they would always love you

mocked

by the in crowd who boasted about how they shut you out

to shiver in the arms of January

embraced by the bitter season that they bragged would never end

but a victim of pride is only a prayer away from heaven

there is a higher law the one that says you are doomed to your hell

Grace would learn this when he adopted her as his own

grace was only an idea until she walked through the palace with her father

and realized what it was to be a daughter of the King

embraced by a love that heals the broken

At the edge of peace

am I willing to surrender my precious bitterness

at the brink of faith

am I ready to be cleansed by the holy water

on the precipice of hope

am I ready to let go and fall into the arms of my savior

I step forward and feel myself falling

and then untamed waves pull me under

like the wind of the Spirit

hurls thistles from a drought cursed plain

all that held me down is sinking

even as I am rising to the surface of the sea

tranquility washes over me

like the gentle warmth of the sun

and I know that this haven is where I need to be

There are a lot of opinions floating around these days. Right/left/center…you may have even noticed some off center opinions out and about. (Believe it or not, I’ve heard that off center opinions exist. Some have even said that my opinions are off center. Hard to believe I know!)

Everyone is…

When we look ahead

do we see ourselves

stumbling along with the slaves

to the corporate empire

selling us fear to keep us poor

even as they grow ever richer

(but are they really rich

if they only have money

and grand ideas that will never save them)

when we…

Kelvin Bueckert

Lives and writes on the plains of Manitoba, Canada…he is an actor, writer, and has also been known to peddle books on his website…www.kelvinbueckert.com

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