Those unheard voices, planting seeds in your mind. They try not to be audible, they know they’re unkind. It’s just their way of controlling you, making you do things you wouldn’t normally do. If you could actually hear them? Then you might resist, the actions or deeds you need to do they insist. They could destroy you they could,. & you wouldn’t know why, that you did these things, you wouldn’t normally try. How many lives do they have under control? I wish I could tell you but, even I don’t know. I see things changing, all around me, as they herd us to where, they want us to be. We can not conceive the power they hold, & most tend to hurt you while taking your gold. Money & power, some can’t get enough, & they use us as steppingstones as they work their way up. This mission of theirs, they figure why should they care, We’re just like rungs on a ladder or just a step up like a stair. They don’t care about wreckage or who they destroy, They may say that they do, but it’s only a ploy. They step on & over you as they play their game, & don’t give a hoot if they drive you insane. But don’t be blinded, some have values & love, & Those are the ones that will lift you above. Not many see, all the aspects contained, It’s how much love you have for others, that gets you real gain…glen.
(Damaged But Persevering)…He was feeling contempt & much discontent, as they raped His mind for amusement. They violated his space, his mind, his soul. He was trying to sleep but, they would not let go. He laid there confused, tossing & turning, He felt his whole world crashing, crumbling & burning. They took advantage of his sedated state picking they called it but The correct word is rape. They damaged him severely & took their ill gotten gain, The information they wanted, direct from his brain. He pleaded for mercy but, they still did not stop, and as This story reveals itself? So thickens the plot. His mind became injured as they continued their game, leaving him only confusion, misery, & shame. They planted foul seeds as they left their mark, I heard him cry while suffering that torture, there in the dark. Years later, they pinned him, another injured Jesus, Not knowing or caring how he’d been shredded to pieces. But with soul intact he still tried to carried on, Learning & seeing how what they did was so wrong. He fled from that place & chose not to return, Knowing he’d face a fire He, had not earned. When he tried to move back, his friends were victimized, They couldn’t get him so, they ruined other people’s lives. Where is he now? I’m really not sure, but I know he is damaged from something no-one should endure. I thought I saw him yesterday, in a box in an alley, drinking his life away. Another life ruined that had shined so brightly, and the Memory of the torture that he re-lives almost nightly…glen.
September 11th 2016, I Posted that I was going to write & self-publish some darker poetry shelving the work set for the 4th book BUT wasn’t comfortable with That thought. I have enough work for a 4th & 5th book which are still awaiting a little editing and illustrations which I am working on. Not a fast process matching everything together. I Believe my friend & Main artist Joe Humpal has His work going in a different direction & Has submitted a Piece of artwork But is now out of touch. I am checking & seeking other alternatives and Avenues of Artwork For The Projects of 4th & 5th books which will include works by Dwane Pospisil for The Heart of the books & one poem by Richard Veres for The 4th book’s first Page. GREAT work by Both Poets.
It’s time for Him to touch your Soul and Read what is within. It’s up to you to have it right & beautiful for Him. You must also have the heart that keeps ones near you warm, for devastation is on the way & Will roll in like a storm. The melee and the turbulence, will make it hard to stand, but be strong, stay on your feet & keep knowing that you can. You will make it but not alone, for we all need each-other. Would you go fly off to Heaven but forget about Your Brother? IF you don’t help Him shine the light?, Then you condemn His life too hell, & on the list of ALL misgivings? That won’t look so well. You think Your Pure & Free of sin? Well that’s o.k. just fine. There’s a Big difference between love & Hate, but a thin dividing line. Pay it forward, Lift a Life, Help that person glow. For He just may, be the very light, that shows which way to go. glen rudge.
The Station Remembered……..Can you catch the ever changing wind? The one that blows you down, & then is gone again? Can you say, We can pay the Price? Just how, can we replace, a passing life? And What? Just What?,, if the lives were many? Retribution? NO, There isn’t any. Here for awhile, then to ashes and dust, There is just no, replacing us. If then maimed, left to go on? Are we luckier than, The People Gone? A Tragedy for All to see, what could’ve happened, to you and me. There is just no way, to feel you can go on, without having feelings for, The People Gone. OR for even those, who survived, Badly burnt, But Still alive. It’s just Too heavy a price too pay, For Us and the people, at The Station, That Day. …..Rhode Island Feb 20th 2003… glen rudge…
As stars align at a certain time, Your love will flow along with mine. But this just a poem of love not be, But also a poem of tranquility. For a poem will touch, & Make you feel, That what is happening is really real. It seems to be, a Battle cry, For so many wrongly did ever die. And through the gates of life they passed, with Angels Bringing them, Peace at last. A Heavenly hum, Swaying your mind, And one just right for that certain time. A New song to The Lord each day, Learned from a Child who passed this way. And from whence time had a Man become, and stars align, to that certain hum. A Few have much but still have not, For Love of others, they were not taught. But what in life is really real? Is what you are & What you feel. You may have done wrong, Don’t sweat it, For I’ve done worse, But maybe I, Won’t see the inside of a Hearse. A Belief so strong, Just walking in Faith, Trust in Him is What I Say’ith. I Admit I’m weird, I Have my Reasons. The Stars align & Bring our seasons. It may be set with Tranquility, and for seven years no hostility. There will be two at the wall who speak many tongues, and will Be understood by Every-one. Fire from their mouths, come forth as words, To be Believed by many, The message heard. It’s coming, it’s coming, The Future’s Nigh. And He, arrives, From out of the sky. No sin to great, no deed too small & When you see, the two at the wall? Know the stars align & It be done, Your savior has, Finally Come. The battle is on, and The winner Predicted, As evil’s breath, becomes constricted. The stars align Come what may, The Holy One, Has come to stay. The stars align and for what it’s Worth? Well Would you enjoy, Heaven on Earth? I think That I, could enjoy That kind of Thing, That after The Battle HE, Doth Bring. Am I Perfect? I Think not, But Know a Perfect Faith, Is what I’ve Got. So watch the stars, Watch the sky, For The Coming Comes, For ever Nigh… glen rudge.
WELL, I Have typed in to one of our computers Approx., 70 of My More Completed, polished, poems For Release in Book # 4,(The House That Love Built) I Now will be weeding The weaker ones out, Sort of Thinning The Herd. The First Poem going into The 4th Book Will be by A Long-time Friend of Mine, Believe it or not, A Lawyer, Richard Veres Titled,(The Early Shadow), Magnificent work & an EYE OPENER Which I Whole-Heartedly Relate to. The Heart of The Book I have Reserved for The Writings of Duane Pospisil (Motorcycle & Car-Racing, LEGEND)who without His Wonderful insight I might not have Survived The last 7 of my 18 years here in Nebraska, Americas Heartland. Duane’s Poetry has not been circulated anywhere except on my Exclusive Face Book Page AND IS Definitely going to Create some Talk, Thoughts, & Ideas amongst many Readers. & will cause many to Say HMMMMMMM…WOW! I Myself? WELL,,, I’ll let You Decide Whether or not to say,,, BOYS???? YOU’VE GOT A HIT!!!!!!!!! Thank You ALL for Your Patience, Respect & Continuing Support, The Art of Writing & Reading IS STILL ABOVE Water & SAILING Along Nicely IN The FAIR TRADEWINDS on The Sea of CURIOUSITY…Carry-on. Glen Rudge.
Hello My friends & Friends to be. I Met with my Main artist Joe Humpal & He offered His Artistry which IS ALWAYS very Creative for The fourth book saying he would love the exposure handing over some Beautifull Drawings & Fine finished artwork. Two days later I was struck by an idea while in a half-sleep, sort of a waking dream you may say. And there it was, I shelved the writings Placing them in very deserving hands to be Unearthed at a future date or maybe after my demise. The other part of the idea that came upon me and to which I hope I can speedily make happen is to make the Fourth book semi dark bordering on the fringes of No light to be found within anywhere. I know that the several, (so called dark poems in my Earlier Books STILL Emitted A Glow of Hope and Brightness) as to which Possitivity Prevaild. Also, I will be writing this fourth book under a Pen Name and Many of the readers will not make the connection for some time if at all… After That? Who Knows, MAYBE a novel, But for now? I’m just Going with The INSPIRATION And trusting that I Am Serving a GREATER Cause& being led truly…
Well, We are winding down and getting nearer to putting book number four together. I think I am going to title it, (The House That Love Built.) My Very good friend Joe Humpal is tidying up the artwork & will be getting ahold of me in the next couple of days & I will be giving my full attention to typing up the goods & getting them, (The Poems), ready for The Publishing House. As Usual some of the poems will be set as Rhymes as has been my style of late, But as I grow towards Writing in other styles and satisfying my own curiosity of layout & delivery, I Am reaching for a different flow. I’m sure You will agree that after reading This book, (The House that love Built,) That it is our best work yet, Author and artist. I do hope you will share them with Your Guests & Neighbors as Word of mouth IS, The best Advertising anyone can offer. Thank You for Supporting Your local Artists & Poets who work so hard to make our world a better place While Finding Themselves… Glen Rudge author.
This is my second Book, Written for the Child in all of us. It is Beautifully illustrated by Joe Humpal, and is Available through AuthorHouse.com or on Amazon.com It is a Story about a Young man who has a Temporary Struggle with His Imagination or lack of. One thing for sure, it will have you smiling by the final page… ENJOY.