Babylon

In your own private Babylon
For what you did wrong
There to be made weak
So you'll be strong

Idols are crushed
In a land not your own
Holiness gained
In the ache for your home

Prophecy laid down
For your captives sake
Called to give
To those who did take

Songs of lament
In the quiet of night
Repentance renewed
In dawn's shadowed light

Identity gained
Fame disclaimed
A stranger no more
To the Name
Above all names

Grace now sufficient
No matter your place
Blind to surrounding
You have beheld
His face

Your life
No longer your own
Converted by He who sits
On the throne

Now burdened
For Babylonian souls
And strangers to He
Who created
The bell that tolls

Responsibilty

That season when
You become Sir
To all the people
You meet

Part walk part talk
Souls intuit
The battles
You have fought

Fire burns
Respect is earned
From responsibility and
The scars of personal sacrifice

Living life
For selfish gain
The countenance earned
Can't be the same
As one who has worked
And not simply gamed

Hustle gets busted
Men can be trusted
To build a family
And/or a great city

Being a Sir
Is not an entitlement

It is earned
From stained collars
White and blue

A Sir
Knows and does
What he is suppose to do

Drunk City

The city is drunk
And wild tonight
I want to be
Quiet and sober

A young man
Or do I call him
Drunken child
An inch from my face

Screamed

Like the crows
In the court's bell tower
Must have been something
In the fog of the midnight hour

A pretty German girl
Encouraged by my calm demeanor
Appeared surprised
I didn't knock
Crow screamer out
Gave her own hello
And inebriated shout

A small band played
On Pour Judgement's stage
The audience from college kid
To greyheaded sailor age

A soul singer
Having left the dock of the bay
Sang off key
Walking the street with a sway
He didn't care who was listening anyway

It was only four blocks
From works pillar
To my homes post
But my drunken company
Made interesting
Midnight host

Maybe I will crack a beer
As a toast

Savior of All

Living close enough to the edge
That I watch souls
Tumble into hell

I know the Lord well enough
To say
He takes no delight
In their yells

You might call it
An abuse of Grace
But I now believe
Jesus died for
The entire human race

Born in circumstance

The length of life
A passing glance
To burn for eternity
Without a second chance
Is the sound
Of a devil dance

Not the work of a savior
Ripped open
By a Roman lance

A substitute for sin
To be nailed
To a cross
So grim

But the sound
Of of weeping
And gnashing of teeth
For timeless hours
Numbered in trillions
Is not justice formed
In the mind of him

All God does is redemptive
To draw souls to himself

He is just
He does not leave sins unpunished
But his mercy is bigger than life

Search the scriptures
Read the Church Fathers
You might conclude
I am right

A full heaven
And empty hell
Will be to angels
A delight

On that day
When all of humankind
Is made right

There will not be a tear
In sight

Men of Peace

The suppressed man of peace
Submits to the bullying and battering beast

Seeking release
He builds muscle and might
For the strength to fight
For what is right

Strengthened he takes his stand

To speak
When silence is the demand

To remain silent
A speech the oppressor
Cannot understand

Dignity and Honor
Will rule the day
The arc of the moral universe
Bends justice's way

Trusting in the higher good of man
Has not often been done
When it has
Goodness has won

Not in quick fixes
But in softened hearts
Entire Kingdoms
Have made new starts

Men of peace
Are men of hope
Eternal words they have spoke

Wearied soul
Grab hold
Be bold
Men of peace are rare
Learn from their words
Imitate
As you can
Their precious mold

Epidemic

In a country with
A substance abuse epidemic

What is the polemic

They have to hit bottom
That is what is wrong

But button is often a six foot grave
As providers fight
Through bureaucratic haze

When we are trained to engage
A disease baffling to mankind

One that is only healed
Through human connection
And time

We need a Higher Power
Who shakes our mind

To sanity

And emotional control
Often too late
After the drugs and alcohol
Have taken their toll

In payment

Of lost relationships
Money
The girl you called honey
The boy you called sonny

I Digress

My words need a rest
Trying to pass the kindness test
In a world that has lost its way
It is even controversial to say

God Bless

Peace, Don

Night's Contentment

In the dark quietness
Of my bustling home
All are safe
As I sit alone

Rebinding my commitment to
Today's and tomorrow's
Labour

Children look inside to themselves and
Their  needs
Men look out to take care of
Others needs *
(Jax' s Teller)

By the sweat the brow
The diligent earn their pay
In wage, profit or creativity
To build for others
Is a man's destiny

All is not vanity
Even if you can't
Take it with you
If giving it away
Is the intent of
Why you do
What you do

A deep breath
A prayer of contentment

Constructing a life
Without using blueprints isn't wise
But it is an adventure
When Faith is the central allie

Time for the second round of sleep
My family's long day
Is now complete

Death March Life Walk

March to death and walk of life
Stroll hand and hand
Meeting and greeting
On the street
And in the corridor
Some personalities
Build up
Others tear down

Overreacting to affirmation and insult
The result neutral
If we live in the present tense

Eat drink and be merry
For tomorrow you will die
And pouring your life out
As a drink offering are
Not mutually exclusive if
You live in the now

Empathy becomes great contenter
If I bear with the weaknesses
I see on others
Conscious that
I am blind to many of my own

The dung we smell
Is ground into our shoes
If you are projecting an image
That might is bad news

If you live your experiences
You know it is called
Paying your dues

So keep stepping
To the marchers beat
Not regretting the moments you meet
Affirmers and insulters
On streets and in corridors

Age will lead to forgetting
In this walk of life
With each step
Simply treat people right

Human Connection

Human connection

The invention 

Of heaven

To keep us

From living in tension

Peace

That follows Love 

A Divine Gift

From the Lord above

A Hug

A Man embrace 

Exchanged 

To Slow the Pace

For Humans

In the Chase

For

Power

And Money 

All that is Sunny

Funny not funny

Along the way

Forgotten 

Maybe misplaced 

The knowledge 

That we are Humans

Not a Rat Race

So Stop

Take a minute

Remember 

We are connected 

We break 

When neglected 

We wilt when rejected

Love must be selected

In all endeavors

The devil is clever 

Looking  to split 

With his quick wit

Every connection to

Loves intensions

Trust 

Is Love's Glue

Be sincere

In all that you do

You will fail

As selfishness prevails

Remember

The One Who Was Nailed

Not for fame

Or power 

Or a great name

But To Teach

We are all the same

In the Love 

We claim

In our lives

And their pain 

For our Heart's

Hidden shame

Confession 

Covers our sins

It is the simplest 

Hardest

Place to begin

So seek to connect

Let Love select

Be sure to protect

The have and hold

Do it in haste

No time to waist

To Death

We go Alone

Live in Love

While Earth is 

Our Human Home

On Her Own

For Deborah Boucher. As she is prepares to move into her first apartment

My Daughters room
Is going to be empty soon

On her own

Driving her Scion ia little white carriage
Just working
Independent of thoughts of marriage

My anachronistic soul
Would like to see it different
But it is a modern world
And she is making her way in it

On her own

A prophetic lithograph
Hangs on her wall
The seerer's eyes
Similar to her own

I pray she takes vision
Into her first little home

On her own

Missing people
Who haven't left yet
Might be a sign middle age
But she was 8 years old
For a 4 year stage

She has experienced my deep Love
And my deep outrage

My little girl
A full grown woman
She has her little home
In a great big world

I am
Feeling a little pride
She still may need
Her Daddy by her side

But my little girl
Is strong enough
She isn't looking
For a place to hide

On her own

Raped of Religion and Reason

Raped of reason and religion
Like the French revolution
Violence is in open season

Growing a Marie Antoinette class
'Let them eat cake' kingdoms
Will never last

Oppressed sheep become
Bolshevik Bulls
When human dignity is taken
The conscience  loses its rule

Sweet faced girls
Then tie up
A Defenseless Liitle Boy
Conscience lost
A human being just a toy

Any division an excuse for a war
If you know history
Even a little
We have seen this before

We are feeling the birth pains
Of a coming oppression
Time to Cry Out
To Our God in Heaven

Every Kindom that
Acknowlges his rule
Learns to subdue
The heart that is cruel

Warriors of Recovery

Dedicated to Gene St. Pierre
Fall River Fights Addiction

DRUG Dealers pushing
Slavery and death

Every addict becomes
A bitch to a pimp
No mercy for the chain
He just tied to your lip

Now you're an expert
At finding a vein
Too bound to know
What your doing is Insane

Where is the outrage
For our kin in a cage

Satellites can take a picture from space
Of a man's balled spot
Where the poppy plants and cocaine are
Some how we can't spot

The body count keeps rising
Expert keep analyzing
How our population got itself
In this addiction mess

People without purpose
Always seek to escape
Minimizing Love and the relationship plate
By the time they know its value
It is often too late

Driven to sickness and disease
By the devil in hell
Will anything ever become
Close to swell

It can
One day at a time
It can
If you admit to the lie
It can
If you admit you are powerless and broken
It can
If to a higher power you have spoken

The brain science is helping understand the root of this satanic attack

But The Warriors for Recovery
Can never relax!

Listen!

So many are troubled 
Stuck in the midst of 
Their party's moral outrage
Unable to see another perspective 
Without raising fist of rage
Whatever happen to ideas being discussed
On an open and fair stage
Without reason men become wild animals
Needing the control of a cage

Is it just possible that I am absolutely right
While being absolutely wrong
Might I grow wiser if
I listen to the opposition's  song
Have our minds become too weak to hear anything but our own rhetoric 
Why is sitting down and talking 
A radical shtick ?

I don't get it!!!
I never have got it!!!
Why do humans insist 
On destroying one another?
Why is it so hard to see 
Others as brothers?

I know there is evil
And cruelty and selfishness in the world!
Never once have I seen it prevail over 
Generosity and kindness and forgiveness

We lost souls counted by the millions 
In the last century
We still haven't figured out 
Men are content 
When they have a full belly

Ideas have consequences 
Yes, of course!
But we all have limited vision and 
Skewed minds 
So listening is an idea we ought to try!

Life is Brewing

Do what you're doing
Cause life is brewing
Don't stew
Don't spew

Don't have to prove
Don't have to be legit
Don't have make a profit

What I got to call
Is for me and mine

If I let competition fall
We doing just fine

I read that rhyme is passe
Then rapping and song writing
Have had their day

Try adding free verse
When I converse
Got to find the rhythm
Words have purpose

Communicate truth
While I can
Champaign 's not for drinking
In the back of a hearse

Playing with words
May not be a paying gig
But it puts me in touch
With the things I dig

Find your Art
While you are on the Earth
No one creates
Once covered in dirt

First Song

I heard your first song today
Sung before you could speak words

A beautiful confident song
Learned before words taught you
Singing without words was absurd

It was a birthday effort
Sung with joy to begin a new year
Before you knew new years began

We shouted applause
At your song with words not clear
I think we would all sing more
If we experienced that kind of cheer

So sing Sweet Hazel Bug
When words meet your voice
And critics make singing a choice

When I heard you first sing
It was the most natural of thing
To hear a melody move
From heart to vocal chords

I hope when you know words
You will be assured
That singing is one of life's
Great rewards

Deborah Boucher.     For Hazel

Eighteen

18 years ago today
Cape Cods first baby
Said Hey
He and his Dad greeted
The world with silly faces

Ever since that day
Smiling faces have
Have followed that boy
Thru his paces

The kid has a great brain
And a heart for people
Especially if they skate rails or
Surf big waves steeples

Where he is going from here
He doesn't really know
What I do know is God's favor
Will follow him where ever he goes

A personality for the ages
And passion for the things he likes to do
Will carry him through all his stages
Thru good times and bad too

Happy Birthday Tim Boucher

I Love You!!!!