Symbol of Trust.

Consider Jesus.

Remember the blood he shed.

Only through him to the father.

Sacrificial lamb, triumphant over death.

Sinless teacher, Perfect Savior, Returning Conqueror!

Symbol of Trust.

Breath of life

The smell of raindrops

like sweet perfume from heaven

deep breath smile exhale.

Breath of life


The parched earth looks on

yearning for life giving rain

Thunder storms gather.


The Fence

Good fences make good neighbors

I’ve heard this often said

The fenceTo put up separation

in place of trust or dread.

To trust one is a hard thing

not knowing true desires.

To dread one is quite simple

once un-trust fuels the fire.

On The Other Hand…

A fence is good at holding in.

To keep ones lovelies safe.

No more exploration.

Ones vulnerableness unscathed.

Exploration can be a scary thing

One just might find the beasts.

Vulnerableness can be simply hid.

Why show the world your leasts?

Imagine if you will with me

a world with out a fence.

Everything lays open,

but does it all make since?

I suppose this is the question

to ponder deep inside.

To build a fence or tear one down

To charge the world or hide.

The Fence

The Campfire

Hello. Take a seat. Warm up.

IMG_4471Feed me if you feel the need.

Some of your friends are here.

Some are on their way.

Some wont be back again.

Tell your stories of today.

Tell them of yesterday.

Make plans for tomorrow.

“The world would be better if there were more campfires”

The Campfire

Bending the rails

TracksI hear the train of life… Its bearing down on me.

All the troubles of my world they just wont let me be.

My feet fall firmly between the rails for this track I chose to take.

But, my longing for the rural life sometimes make my heart ache.

The city..traffic..urban sprawl, that’s where I spend my days.

Its sure a beating on my soul, a never ending haze.

My work, the thing that brings me here is mundane and full of strife.

The reward for this is money… that’s how I view this life.

To be honest this thought is maddening.  I’m scared ill lose my mind.

I’ve got to figure out a way to change this piss poor grind.

My refuge..Gods creation! The rivers, creeks, woods and fields.That’s where I spent my youth.

Its where I want my children raised.Its where I know what’s truth.

That’s it ! I’m done!! I’ve had enough!!!  All this concrete can kiss my ass!!!!

I’m going to figure out a way to get back to my past.

Now I’m not talking jumping tracks. That’s no way to make a stand.

But, I will damn sure bend the rails when I play my next hand.

Bending the rails