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Spectacle……Of Man

jasmine hermit moon
crescent shadows blaze in play
come now ripe heavy full
autumn bares no seed of man
flawed fruit withers on the vine

Among the fields of faded dreams
When day is done, or so it seems,
I stand beside the padlocked gate
And watch the evening as I wait,
While breezes call from shadows deep
As willows hang their heads and weep,
The dreams of evening speak to me
About the things they want to be.

New born beginnings, new romance,
Scattered windblown flowers dance,
Promises on meadows lain
Feelings that they can’t explain,
Joy and sorrow, smiles and tears
Fervent hopes and sheltered fears,
Brought to me on scented wings
Those wind blown secret heartfelt things.

I seem to catch a gentle tune
As singing dreams wait for the moon,
And twilight strums the distant wires
To tempt those astral silver fires,
Until at last they paint the land
So that the dreams will understand,
That life is such an endless stream
And it will come to every dream…

When Daddy bought a little horse,
I thought it strange; it was of course,
The thing just didn’t look quite right,
But I was small and not too bright.

Had leathery skin from head to toe,
But way back then I didn’t know,
That horses had a thing called hair,
Like puppies, cats and also bears.

And then there were those big wide teeth,
And scales like armour underneath,
A tail as long as seven feet,
And why’s my pony eating meat?

It looked more like a dinosaur,
As there it crawled upon the floor,
Or floated quiet on the pond,
And when I called, would not respond.

But still I love my little horse,
Though now and then I feel remorse,
I introduced it to my cat,
And now my horse is getting fat.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

When friends are gone
Family is there for you, but you feel the need for a one on one friend.
When you failed at your test, when your dreams seems far fetched, when you are alone, no one around who truly understands you.
Not a friend remained in spite of how they claim to have known you.
Not a friend to talk to in spite of how they claim to have loved you.
Not a shoulder to lean in spite of how they said they would always be there for you.

The time will come when everyone would be gone.
The gold would be separated from the silver, and only then,
you would learn that all that glisters is truly not always Gold.
The finest things always, always comes to us in the most Humble, unselfish and unexpected ways.
Some friends are only for a time, there are those who just needed your time.
Then there are those who are worth more diamonds and pearls…lifetime friends are what they are called.
Few true friendships remains in this world…life gets harder when we fail to choose what’s right-fully ours.

Fighting for someone means something, but fighting for some one special says; Everything.
When a friends tells you its ok that you’ve fallen, pray and get back up again…instead of walking away cause you’ve fallen, it says something.
When you have a shoulder that you can lean no matter the circumstances, no matter time nor place, it says something.
Neglecting a true friend is punishing one’s self… its setting your self up for disasters ahead.
Only true friends tell you honestly when you’ve done wrong. A friend sometimes sees more than a brother or a father.
Changes are good. Most times we can’t see when there’s a need to change. If you ever see that need take heed.
Sometimes its just best to make some changes. And a true friend is a gift from the man who knows best.
The Alpha the Omega…the creator of all things…

angel.

This poem is based on an actual dream that I had.

I had a dream the other day,
Its vision will not go away,
About some people dressed in gowns,
(I know how strange this story sounds.)

Each gown was separate from the rest,
With different colours they were blest,
And everyone had points of view,
And revelations that were new.

They studied scripture, ancient books,
And gave each other dirty looks,
As back and forth they argued so,
As if to let each other know,

That they were blessed with knowledge, dear,
And their great wisdom would appear,
For they could point the way to God,
But all their knowledge was a fraud.

And then another happened by,
Who was alone and very shy,
And on an altar placed a gown,
And then upon it he laid down.

It was a gown so pure and white,
Yet more than white, for it was bright,
And as he laid there peacefully,
I knew at once that he was free.

And still the others held their glare,
So full of hate and unaware,
That one among them was at peace,
And so their conflict didn’t cease.

Another cried in solemn prayer,
And hoped that God was there somewhere,
As to the Virgin Mary called,
And on his knees he knelt and crawled.

Still on that altar in the room,
There laid a man, as in the womb,
So peaceful and so satisfied,
While those around both cursed and cried.

As quick as that I was awake,
And wondered what of it to make,
Yet as I thought upon the scene,
I knew the meaning of the dream.

The ones in gowns, religious folk,
Both pulled and strained within the yolk,
While trying to find the God above,
They weren’t aware of His great love.

But on that altar silence reigned,
He didn’t fight and wasn’t strained,
For he had met with Jesus there,
While they were lost, he was in prayer.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul