They trashed the basement, burnt the walls. The house still stood, so very tall. The upstairs rooms, filled with smoke. Stupid people, To them a joke. I got blamed for their ignorance, and I paid with, Heavy penitence. I made it right, they didn’t care. They couldn’t conceive, Their life came from there. They now eat dead flesh, Not a savory meal, and They took everything that, they could steal. The forever house, was Shown no love. But a force dropped in, from up above. He thinned the herd, the swine they drowned, It helped a little that, they had been around. But a higher law showed the way. That’s why I, am alive today. Grace & Hope carried me on, Set this to music, It Is your song. The chorus goes, on forever, but is still a short break between, lyrics clever. One thousand days, are as of one, & One a thousand, will become. Music to greet His ears, proof that we have, coming years. The present doom, returned to dust, For God he did Graciously, So love Us. It’s time for the chorus, let us sing, and see what, His true Love can bring. I’m not thinking, the words are just flowing. Through my fingers, The song is growing. It just might be, brought to light, The words like Birds, taking flight. Soaring high, above this crowd, They don’t catch the lyrics, WE are playing loud. your mind absorbing them, subliminally, and in our dreams, intensity. They form thoughts & you are moved that way, unknowingly bringing The Light, to a Brand new day. The House it stands, so very tall, & now all you, become the wall. Un-burnt, Un-scarred, no blemish found, & All things become, and now abound. Now a foundation, Your Built upon, Dream this song, and carry it on. Heavy Metal, Heavy Words. You will take flight Like, A Flock of birds. Like it or not, It’s meant to be, And heaven on earth, an eternity… glen Rudge 8/2/17.
In the long run, the birds take wing. A song of love is, what they sing. A worm or, A Few scraps of bread. Take flight, take Flight, the birds they said. I looked at my side, at my broken wings & wondered WHY, The caged bird sings. I could do nothing with myself, but taught you to fly, I Watched you soar, so very high. I could not fly, but I taught you a song. You flew away, and, Passed it on. It was all I could dream of, And much more Than i could afford, And you passed it on Lovingly To The Lord. He showed His happiness, by Blessing us All. And tucked me Under his wings so That, I would not fall. so many blessings would be so, And it all just started with a friendly Hello….Hello, Have Hope…glen rudge. 8/1/17
What has happened to us? Why do we spread hate? Why, do we, No longer, create? Why, do we,,,, tear ourselves down? And have forgotten to lift, the others around? Your ignorance, has left you blind. You can explode like a bomb, at any time. You were not, born this way. Why do we spread fear, each and every, day? If we tear our world down? Only Hope can Re-build. There is no other cure, to cure this ill. I don’t watch T.V., for the programming’s set. It’s death to my brain, But I’m not dead, yet. I Still have love, I still have Hope, & I don’t worry about, my neck in a rope. Your bad energy stifles, all the thoughts that I had. But what it really does? Is make me sad. Sad for you. Sad for me. We are paving our way, to our own, obscurity. Will The human race survive? Or have we dug our own grave, & just there, sit by? It won’t be long now, for we are setting our doom, And you can’t hide under the bed to escape, the gloom. We have to stand up, and beat this war & get back to the happiness, we had, before. It’s up to us, We are all, we’ve got. Let’s make sure the world’s place don’t become, an empty spot. In the space that we live? We have got to do better. Or the World will send Space,, A Dear John Letter. One that says Sorry Dear John, but i couldn’t wait. I have had to move on &,,, discentagrate. In a DEATH OF,, MY OWN DEMISE,,,, WE KNEW IT WAS COMING SO,,,,, IT’S NO SURPRISE… GLEN RUDGE
They promised themselves to each other, shared their dreams and of things that hurt. they promised to not use the hurts as weapons & not to sling any mud or dirt. No stones cast at each-other for a glass house their marriage was, and in heaven they were Married and for-ever would the other love. Although before they were married, they both had had many lives, but now they were together, and with God’s love they would thrive. The hurts now shared and spoken, were forever in the past and gone. They did not need to be spoken of, for to be brought up would be wrong. Both keepers to each-other, they could see what no-one saw. They each considered them-self the lucky one and of the other were in awe. Their gifts were many and unique, their talents came from so very deep, they encouraged each-others gifts from God, And in his grace would reap. Like umbrellas to each-other, each kept the other dry, during the rain and torrents of moisture, coming from the sky. The clouds would pass expectedly, being driven the wind, and a shaft of sunshine always shine, on the both of them. This marriage, this joining, this merging of lives, was like a boat afloat, on a sea of tranquility, she explained in a short note. I read the impassioned paragraphs that she had written me, and I hung on to every word She’d written, so intensely. I replied professing my love for her, that grew stronger every day, and I let her know without question we were in Heaven, And She had shown the way…glen rudge.
I breathed her in. The savor filled my nostrils. She reminded me of, earlier times, times of warmth, security, long times past. Her perfume aroma had me in a trance. I so wanted to strike up a conversation, desperately. but my own insecurities overwhelmed me. I thought to myself, was I, Would I, ever be deserving? My psyche never been nourished enough, for the development of self worth. I believed i was unworthy, even enough to breathe her in. and there she stood, A Goddess of so much beauty. as I lowered my gaze, her hand beckoned me to draw forth near to her. I tensly launched myself off of the Lilly pad where I had sat bewildered, landing at her side to receive that transforming kiss laid upon me. I became whole as we became one… Glen Rudge.
Continuing to work on Our project and had quite a bit of my writing available SO,,, The next book will be Books. Two books in one The house that Love built & A veil of Rain. Most of the artwork has rolled in except The cover. I Expect it to be not too long till The artist comes up with Her vision of what it should be. I’m dotting the I’s & crossing the t’s And it will be my best work yet. i am thankful for my artists who inspire, For that is what it’s all about. Inspiring Others so they feel free to give it their best & comfortable with themselves & their work. here are two poems that are going into the Double book… IF,,, If you could see what I know? you’d see a clear path leading towards a place to go. My affliction is Mental illness to you, a disability? Well if you only knew. do halos return from times now past? to help in times of trouble & can we last, Through the times of trouble that are drawing nigh? It hurts to stand here and watch you die. See what I see, because if you really knew? It would give you a sight, From a whole different view. IF, Only you knew and can see what I see? You would, no doubt, behave differently. Glen Rudge. This next poem is titled, The building Blocks of Love… When you own blocks, The lights speak to each-other. the red, the green. You can not see me, I Am a name without a dog. I assume a low road, You Guide. I have placed myself at your beckon. I am yours to do what you deem purposeful. Move me. A saint, a Sinner. You have shown me mercy. I Bring others too you but still stand alone. All I have is yours for you have provided. The adjoining property does not mimic me For, I do not exist, I do not exist. I Am a thought, a dream, a desire, a prayer. Shall wisdom be folly? I do not dare think I know. For I, The least of your creatures, am at your whim, your disposal. Just a twinkle in a once sowing eye. Brought here to where I have no natural enemies. A sign of love and hope, for all mankind. Glen Rudge.
No more toys on the shelves. Grandma and me live by ourselves. We are Empty Nesters, the kids have grown. They’ve started lives, on their own. At first it hurt. Grandma cried. It seems that we, have been pushed aside. But it’s not like that, the kids have to fly. running along with the world. They have to try. IF, we have done our jobs? IT will work out fine. We were not abandoned, it was just time. I Quote Dwane Pospisil ” they were never really ours” They will travel the world, guided by the stars. But still it hurts, all the time we spent, OH MY GOD, Where has it went? Toys all over the house as they did play. WE are empty nesters, this is just the way. We are older now, but not, forgotten. And we tried, to spoil them, Spoil the rotten. We had our time, it’s their world now. Watch them run, They know how. IF we have done our job? They’ll fly high, & remember us with smiles, after we die. Life is Life, & one thing is for sure, Our kids will fix the world, & be the cure….glen rudge 2/10/17
She was young, Too Young, To really understand life & the Life now within her. She cried, wept at the predicament she had let herself get in to. She felt alone, devastated. How did this happen? How would she tell Her parents? How would she tell the boy & would he give two cents worth of caring? Probably saying it wasn’t His problem. Problem? A Future Adult, Maybe even The adult that would make our futures fact? She walked in & heard the words so many other young girls had heard. Almost script-like in tone and rhythm & was led to a decision, The right decision She thought. she didn’t think, that one Heart would stop & Hers would ache for years to come. at the risk of her heart being broken, She made the decision, The right decision She thought so as not having to hear Her parents lectures & A Million Questions she knew she would have to face. The Choice. She walked towards The heavy doors Thinking she had done the necessary. After opening the heavy, wide doors she breathed a sigh of relief seeing the Protestors had gone & almost smiled thinking she had avoided them. She took her second step out the door & suddenly it seemed like the whole World erupted & all she felt was, Heat, sudden stings and pain. Ashes fell but she did not see them Debris fell but she didn’t feel it, She couldn’t. a shadow ran from a nearby alley it had taken shelter from the blast in. The smoke dissipated & the figure was gone. He darted in to His parents home and quietly poured a bowl of cereal as to not wake his parents Climbing the stairs up to His room he wondered, what shall I do tomorrow as I was not caught & won’t have to spend the rest of my life in a cell. An unjust thing for him he thought, being caged with Murderers & never seeing the light of day. TRULY UNJUST he thought. As he drifted off to sleep, He Smiled & Thought,,,, I just saved Lives,,,,, What shall I do tomorrow?
You look around at the people you always see, & as you mark the boxes either asset or liability? You need to re-think, because what you are not seeing, is that other box marked other, for we are all, human beings. There are no throw away people, we breathe & we live & Maybe we are not, able to give, But where would we be? what would be the world’s state? If we threw them away & Not appreciate, that they are our brothers, & sisters too. Know it’s what you can do for them not, what they can do for you. The Lord is coming, & what would he have done? While you think that over, Listen up son. Has The world, thrown you away? Did you look for a box, to sleep in tonight, today? Why do we make meds? Why are there bandages? Are we just like meat in, Society’s sandwiches? Who eats who when it’s Dog eat Dog? In the pipes of correction, who are the clogs? Just hair stuck in drains, Unpleasantly, waiting to be removed but not ever set free? Our Vets, our Disabled, Our Homeless too, My Son runs around, without a shoe. He is lucky to have pants to wear, Did I Say Lucky? G-Damn I Swear…. People, PEOPLE! WHAT THE HELL,,,,WHAT ARE WE THINKING????? I don’t feel so well. Let’s look at this from a different view, MY NAME IS GLEN, How do You Do? OH, A Box of Chocolates? You Have one?, I’ve Never tasted Chocolates son. I can barely afford the, Hand-me-downs, Given to me, from The People around. I Can do nothing for you But, That doesn’t matter, for though evil is pitching Jesus is up & Next batter. So go Ahead & mark that box liability, But are you? Will you? Ever be free? For now that You’ve judged them, It’s God’s Turn to Judge, & I Hope when He sees You, He Feels Nothing But Love….. Hello, Smile, IT Improves your Face’s Total Value. LOVE THY LABOR!
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.