MAGNETIC RESONANCE IMAGING

Magnetic Resonance Imaging


Thundering magnets
With head straps
Coffin enclosures
Even for the open minded
Tribal rhythm
Beats deeply within the very microprobes of my brain
Microbial Relationship Inertia
My eyes stare Blankley
As the ancient pulse pounds forbidden knowledge into my aching head
Contrast dye
Somehow separates the message
Blue means highest priority
Pink used for lower frequency technology
My veins have grown callous to the numerous piercing
Hardly a prick is felt these days
Still no step closer to my cure
Splitting head of migraine misery
Perhaps I am the cure
Could it be possible that I am the receptor from the elders?
The chosen one
Nurtured over the years for this very heralded cure
As my head explodes in grey matter
Secret particles shall ooze forth from its pores
Hush
Thus far, this has been a low security matter
It’s only tissue my dear
Store it in a bit of Formaldehyde
Use it for future benefit
So it shall live on through me
Then the pain will have been worthy



mrihttp://www.cis.rit.edu/htbooks/mri/





©Bill Grimes Jr, 2006

TANGERINE SKY SHOW

TANGERINE SKY SHOW


Glowing tangerine sky show
Aflame upon the edged masonry
My humble back porch
Alive
Explodes with beautiful end of day colors
Vibrant
Breathtaking
Stunning
Soft sublets
Flow to rich wooden textures
Shadowy old oak trees
Look like boney dark figures
From a Boris Karloff movie
It shall be dusk soon
Thank you Father
This gorgeous reprieve from the darkness
The air grows sweet
Nesting birds shrill in the distance
Bedtime
All is well
In Madison Alabama



Ezekiel 12:12"The prince among them will put his things on his shoulder at dusk and leave, and a hole will be dug in the wall for him to go through. He will cover his face so that he cannot see the land.Ezekiel 12:11-13 (in Context) Ezekiel 12 (Whole Chapter)







© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

CAUGHT A LIGHT BREEZE

CAUGHT A LIGHT BREEZE


I feel their presence all around me
Gentle breeze a blowing
Angels are they
In charge of looking after me
I’ve never physically met them
Don’t even know their names
So strange
Still
Positive energy radiation
Glowing Godly love
Reassuring companions
I am never unaccompanied
Times when I feel skittish
They always float me a hint
A shadow on the wall
A quick glance
Beautiful fragrant breeze that stirs from nowhere
My spirit grows lighthearted
They stand firm beside me still
They have seen me at my worst
And shall teach me to become my best
Sorry
Can’t give you much of a description
Just confident certification of their existence
They are quite real
Should you need such collateral
I really don’t care if you disbelieve
The subject’s not up for debate
By my side both day and night
Just as Christ has promised
We are in His care for always
We are never alone



Romans 14:6-8 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

6He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. 7For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. 8If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

ROCK SLOWLY

ROCK SLOWLY

Whatever the cause
This strange happening brewing inside my skull
Certainly not my place to question
I rock slowly
Distinct disconnection
Between my brain and my body
Grey matter gets sharper
As motor skills deteriorate rapidly
Permanent bruise on my left shoulder
The corner leading into the kitchen
Anchored there for years
Suddenly
I fail to maneuver around it properly
Depth of perception intensifies
Perhaps from no outside distractions
The drugs alter my social graces
Drooling
Slurred speech
Lethargic
But definitely heighten my levels of consciousness
As back in the acid days
I write this day with urgency
To share with you these speeding thoughts
Blasting through my mind
Take my words as you need them
Discard the rest as fluff
Reasons for all these mysteries
Soon shall be revealed


Daniel 2:27-29 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain

27Daniel answered in the presence of the king, and said, The secret which the king hath demanded cannot the wise men, the astrologers, the magicians, the soothsayers, shew unto the king;
28But there is a God in heaven that revealeth secrets, and maketh known to the king Nebuchadnezzar what shall be in the latter days. Thy dream, and the visions of thy head upon thy bed, are these;
29As for thee, O king, thy thoughts came into thy mind upon thy bed, what should come to pass hereafter: and he that revealeth secrets maketh known to thee what shall come to pass.

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

TWICE A CHILD

TWICE A CHILD


My black lifeless eyes
Bleary
Drained
Gaze at the bleached white ceiling
Antiseptic aroma
Sterile environment
My body
Limp
Eerily detached
The kind nurse tries in vain for left arm pay dirt
I suggest my right
The tourniquet tightens
My fist
A ball of white knuckles
WARNING MY FRIEND:
If medical reality makes you queasy
Simply stop reading at this point
I watch in awe
As the needle plunges into my swollen purple vein
Demerol River on its way to the rescue
Saline cutter for effect
“You will feel a bite baby”
I never felt a thing
Just the fierce rhythmic pounding in my skull
A yearlong haunting spell
I have noticed with interest
The longer this cranial malaise besieges me
The less my lower body compensates
Dramatic loss of motor skills
Prior intelligible mastery
Reduced to guttural gibberish
Once, a skilled ballet
Now uncoordinated hoedown
It is a bit uncomfortable
To vomit uncontrollably at work
Is it possible?
I ponder
The fierce domination of misery in my skull
Has sapped the life from the rest of my limbs?
My perceived mastery of control
Returns quickly to the helplessness of a child
Rubber and unfettered
The more disintegrated I become
The more shelter I seek within my mind
Dysfunction breeds curiosity
I am fascinated dear reader
How quickly we fall to ruination
Only to be cuddled in God’s glowing bosom
A rite of passage perhaps
Human knee jerk
Designed to deal with trauma
The amber current forged through my vascular system
Sleep came easy
After many years of struggling
I was suddenly floating on a painless cloud of rest
I wonder if Demerol is used in heaven.
Calm down my recovery friends.
No worries of a relapse. Been there and done that
God needs me whole and focused to finish this mission
I am merely sharing this trip with you
In unmitigated audacity
This is biting stuff
Real world material man
I share my death as I bestow my life
Not saying I’m right
Just telling you I am here
And banging away at the task He has given me


Peace



Ephesians 5:8-9 (New International Version)

8For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light 9(for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth)



©Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

TOMORROW

TOMORROW


I’m running free
No particular place to be
My Doctors earnest nod
Sympathetic
Elusive
Distant
Erratic personal symptoms
Dance a jig of jovial jive
Swaying too and fro
My body
Flowing to some invisible rhythm
Quite blindly
I stumble along
Topomax
Or was it Butalbital
It really matters not
My head remains in splinters
Endearing concern of loved ones
Truest friends gather close
My deepest gratitude
I love you all
It is
As it shall be
Worry not
Tomorrow
Reveals a new day
1982
Kansas
Live in Omaha
Ahh the music
The brutal head drill takes a break
Neurologist is next
Be it stroke
Or merely insanity
We shall see
Either way
It’s OK



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

ALBUM COVERS COPYRIGHT OF KANSAS

WISP OF SMOKE

WISP OF SMOKE



Candles
So fragrant
Luminous
Exotic
Created to burn out
Smoking wick
Telltale signs of deaths wispy trail
Words
Enjoy eternal impact
Simple
Pure
Truthful
Crafted deep within my humble spirit
Born of holy origin
My gift I share with you
From He who gave them life
Please don’t take them as negative
Accept them at face value
As shared in spiritual union
Never meant to be fully understood
Until that special day
When all mysteries shall be revealed
Preparation for some
Somber warning to others
Thanksgiving to all who breathe
So many special people
Close to my pulsing marrow
Sense a veil of darkness
Foreboding
Controlling my recent prose
No
Not the case my friends
Simply changes occurring
Daily metamorphosis
Budding angel’s wings
Another vital step in the growth process
This breathtaking path before me
I follow where it leads
No regrets
Without fear
Satisfied
How fragile are we
Our human concept of time
Blown away one day
By unplanned loss of consciousness
Drooping motor skills
Memory
Vanished with the wind
Life’s rhythm
Precious intricate metabolism
Interrupted
My opened eyes saw black
As my skull erupted in fury
Intravenous blessing
Flowing liquor of peace
Plunged into my arm
Demerol drift
Peaceful sleep at last
They should bottle and sell that stuff
(Relax, just a joke)
I expect no obligations
From thee, respected assembly
Take my logic as you need to
Dissect it to fit your pilgrimage
Heaven
Delightful destination
Within my eager grasp
I grow anxious with each new step
Genuinely excited
Periods of giddiness
Empowered




Psalm 8:2-4 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society


2 From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise [a] because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.
3 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?

Footnotes:
Psalm 8:2 Or strength


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

BUCK

BUCK

What a grotesque nightmare
Massive macabre mansions
Apparently owned by my dead Grandfather Buck
We toured the estates in silence
Below us
Mired in polluted green muck
Garishly similar to pus
Thousands of screaming souls
Blood curdling shrieks
“Please help me”!!!!!!
Torment filled their desperate eyes
My instinct was to reach for their hand
My dear namesake elder
His aged etched face
Grimaced in sadness
He simply shook his head
“NO”
Nonexistent words
We walked along in deathly hush
As if He were giving me an admonition
The damned
Those my spirit bleeds for daily
A span of misery and dolor
Arriving in conglomeration
This bleeding heart within me
Helpless
Impuissant
The time had come for judgment
The journey
Has only just begun


Job 26:4-6 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain

4To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee?
5Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof.
6Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

ASKEW

ASKEW


My brain
Forty six years of pounding
So many millions of dead plasm
Drowned in cheap vodka
Suddenly altered
Strange change has besieged me
Still solid and most quizzical
Swirling thoughts of pondered profundity
Somehow disconnected
From my brainstem to my fingers
Thoughts flowing in my mind
Appear in gibberish on this WORD document
SPELL-CHECK working overtime
An then there are the dreams
Wondrous
Amazing
Filled with symbolism
Haunted by dead relatives and friends
In stillness I wait
The significance of their meanings
Neurons misfiring
Electrical current interrupted
Mass of cells grown limp
Whichever school you donate to
Something has gone terribly askew in my cerebellum
Trail of agononizing migraines
Lead the bloodhounds forward
Eternal state of unsteadiness
Vertiginous runaway train
Drunken gait of lightheadedness
Ever present
Five years of roommate status
Nausea moved in a year ago
This attempt to describe
Specific loss of control
“Bombard it with pills”
“An occasional injection”
“Learn to live with it”
Thus enters the perplexing deduction
Is this truly “LIVING”?
Not designed as a complaint
Merely a journal entry
Another adventure in the life of this disciple
Learn from this if you can
Dismiss if you must
Feel me
It’s your human connection I desire the most
As we tumble through the void
May His peace be with you always



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

PHENOMENON

PHENOMENON


Mysteries
Folklore
Legends which intrigue us so
Megalithic Stonehenge
Towers amidst the Salisbury plain
Mystical Atlantis
Advanced airborne merchants of domination?
Bermudas black hole triangle
Vortex of warped space and time?
Amazon warrior women
Who allegedly mesmerized Conquistadors
Envisioned as Homers Greek Myth heroines
Statuesque River now bears their name
UFO fascination
Omega Files abductions
Angels?
Demons perhaps?
Or military secrets
Forbidden to most
Nazca plateau lines
Bewitching geolyphs of pampas sand
Ancient landing sites?
God only knows
Such captivating subjects
Riveting conundrums
Best selling interest to speculate
So popular to ponder
Irrelevant in the scheme of things
Miracles certainly exist
No enigma involved
The Bible speaks of many
Prophetic tales of divine healing wonders
Myself
A startling living example
You need look no further
To satisfy your curiosity for the supernatural
I live this day
Through His grace
Phenomenon?
Absolutely
And quite grateful to be

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

ICE PICK WITH PROPELLERS

ICE PICK WITH PROPELLERS



For those of you who lack familiarity
Count your blessings in Thanksgiving
I speak of chronic head pain
Unmerciful daily torture
Rabid inflamed demon
He lurks at the base of my skull
Boring ever inward
Then upward advancement with a vengeance
An ice pick with propellers
Throbbing acicular misery
Three day assault on my brain stem
My eyes
Crossed in refraction
Right ear throbbing
Inflamed Eustachian tube
Sings an off-key chant
Along with the demonic beat
Menieres inexorable curse
Migraine fueled vertigo
Now I sympathize
With Van Gogh’s missing ear
Retching queasy belly
Desperate
To ride the waves of nausea
MRI with contrast
I pray
Relief arrives soon
Fioricet 2355
Feebly chips off the crust
Of this hulking hellion
Another day of cranial agony
Welcome to my world
The show must go on


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

MADISON SNOW

MADISON SNOW


Crackling fire
Icy Saturday night
Snow flurries dancing
In the yellow glow of streetlights
Cozy wonderful time
My son
Serene
Absorbed in play
On the carpet at my feet
Colored pencils blazing
At work on a special greeting
His Mom’s Valentines Day surprise
Innocence prevails
No worries of global strife
Or daily inconvenience
Our time together
Sacred
Enriching
I watch him grow in wonder
His curiosity
Ever blooms into young maturation
Hours pass by us slowly
We focus on the simple joys
Togetherness
Paternal cherished bond
Creative role playing sessions
Sitting in my chair
“Morphing Shadow Rangers”
“Night Wolf” bad guys
Red cloaked heroes
I
Always the villain
He
Forever the hero
His gentle disposition
Moves me
Inspirational reason to remain in the game
Intelligent mischievousness
Always pushing the boundaries
Relentless in his young quest
A quick glance
At Cartoon Network’s latest distraction
Then it’s back to the imaginative battle
Double edged lesson of good versus evil
A learning rite of passage
Our life as one is passive
Effortless
Uncluttered
Blessings flow in abundance
Through my brilliant loving child
Life is good at the Grimes house
Let it snow



Psalm 127:2-4 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain

2It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
3Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
4As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

VISIONS

VISIONS



By choice I shun the limelight
My work is done behind the scenes
Ultra fine line exists
Between graciousness and ego
Others shower praises
Appreciative kudos
I direct them to the source
His brilliant glory accentuates
This simple human vessel
Yes
It feels tremendous
Warm and fulfilling
All derived from grace
The changes
Subtle
Surreal
Mind altering
My friends
Fear not my withdrawal
A higher plain exists
Esoteric
Celestial
Dreamlike
Visions render truth
Urgent call to share their intricate essence
Accept or dismiss
It matters not to me
My mission is to speak out
Advise you of the choices
I pray you embrace wisdom
As the birth pangs gather momentum





Daniel 4:13-14 (King James Version)


13I saw in the visions of my head upon my bed, and, behold, a watcher and an holy one came down from heaven;
14He cried aloud, and said thus, Hew down the tree, and cut off his branches, shake off his leaves, and scatter his fruit: let the beasts get away from under it, and the fowls from his branches:


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

TINY GRAY DOVE

TINY GRAY DOVE


Tiny gray dove
Alone
Shivering
Overtly out of her element
Lost perhaps
Disoriented
From the stiff north wind
Nesting
In the center lane of an asphalt runway
She cowers as I pass
Twitchy
Hoping my eyes
Overlook her precarious plight
I walk gently
As if upon eggshells
Disturbed by such odd placement
Eighteen wheels of death machine
Gears jamming with precision
Rumbling towards destiny
Helpless nausea brews in my gut
Fly small one
Flee this treacherous path
Demise approaches



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

PROOF OF CREDIBLE COVERAGE

PROOF OF CREDIBLE COVERAGE


My, the degree of difficulty
To prove my medical permanence
Endless quest for credible coverage
Documentation
Piles of perused paperwork
Any pre-existing conditions Mr. Grimes?
Why yes, lovely Nurse Ratchet
My height
Is not proportionate to my weight
Black Jack Cherry Ice Cream
Replaces cheap vodka these days
I also suffer from ugliness
Otherwise
They tell me I’m afflicted
By Menieres incurable botheration
Quite relieved the frequent drop attacks
Vertigo recherché’
Was not evidence of a brain tumor
My head aches often
My esophagus collapses
Oh yes
I almost forgot
That nasty fractured ankle
Not bad for an aging miracle
Such time consuming officialism
Health Insurance melanoma
Red tape weariness sets in
Left untreated
I could become a detriment
To passive order agendas
$30.00 pills
$95.00 office visits
$20.00 co-pays
$2,000.00 MRI’s
Times two
With "contrast"
One
Without
Man
I must be one sick dude
Please don’t misunderstand me
I proudly pay my premiums
Grateful for my children’s well being
So thankful for catastrophic addendums
The day my stepson Michael
Horrendous car crash victim
Took that solemn helicopter ride
I suppose I simply needed to rant a bit
Air the mounting frustration
I thank you my dear readers
For accompanying me on this journey
Peace be with you always
May your deductable
Lay low




© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

DOORMAT

DOORMAT


At times
I drift
A bit confused
By the audience I reach
Never in a lifetime
Expecting such a stir
My gratitude to Jesus Christ
For these blessings I’ve received
His message burns deeply
Within my passionate soul
I am reminded of Paul, the apostle
In his footsteps I shall trudge
My hallowed transformation
Abased
Life changing
Ethereal
Forever bound
To share His holy truth
Despite shallow opposition
“Doormat” under people’s feet
So be it
Sacrifice my foolish pride
For ultimate impact and recitation
Primed and o so willing
To minister where you lead
Pour me out my Lord
Thy service is an honor
Disciple always
This road I choose with exuberance



Philippians 4:12 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain



12I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

AGING JAH WARRIOR

AGING JAH WARRIOR


Pillar of strength
Not hardly
At times
A bit unstable
Often a child inside
Salt and pepper gray hair
Aging aching bones
Short term memory slipping
Laid back ways
Quirky style
Mellow disposition
Past mistakes are glaring
Cautious when critical decisions must be made
The years have decreased my knee jerk response
Wisdom I suppose
Quiet nudge from Holy Spirit
Instinctual fluid motion
I remain in total awe
How people follow me
Whether corporate workplace
Or in the homeless trenches
Published praise through prose
My honest sincerity
Greeted with select acceptance
As Christ expands my territory
I welcome the task with zeal
Never growing weary
Of embellishing my testimony
Honored and quite grateful
Compassionate impact is my goal
To disagree is fine
Message of hope is addressed
Nothing special about me
A man with blessed salvation
I am pleased to share with thee


© Bill Grimes Jr.

APOSTOLIC COMPANION

APOSTOLIC COMPANION


Epic tale of two friends
Began one smothering summer afternoon
Five years ago this August
Holy friendship
Created in the heart of heaven
I, a helpless alcoholic
Bleeding profusely from within
Gaping gash of self destruction
Hope appeared that day
In human form of my neighbor
An angel I suppose
She surrounds me still
With her brilliant healing glow
Standing in line at Publix
Time stands still
Our visit becomes surreal
We pass on hectic streets
I feel her with me always
Nurturing
Supportive
Exhorting me onward
Her resonant words “I love you”
Leave no doubts that she really means it
In the rapture of her humble embrace
She fills my holes with Godly energy
Shared by Jesus Christ
Thank you my dear Lennita
May praises honor thee
Consistent inspiration to me and mine
Your tender hand of apostolic Christian companionship
I shall never let go



Proverbs 18:23-25 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)


Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society


23 A poor man pleads for mercy, but a rich man answers harshly.
24 A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

EYES OF LOVE

EYES OF LOVE




Eyes of love see nothing foul
Completely void of faulty complexion
Purity sufficient
Complacent silence
Sedate aplomb
As warmth of glowing sun
Melts timid permafrost
Hallowed ground of passion
Leads us to Gods higher plan
Life on the edge
Entirely sovereign
Deferential calling
So satisfying
Enriching fertile expansion
Advanced stages of utter jubilance
No such bliss wherever found
Compares with holy union
I stare adoringly
Incisive orbs of mercy
To rest in such quondam attainment
All glory be to Christ



Psalm 146:8 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain

8The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind: the LORD raiseth them that are bowed down: the LORD loveth the righteous:

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

PARANOIA

PARANOIA


Throughout my sacred journey
This defiling word has greeted my efforts
So many deem me psychotic
“Delusions of persecution”
“Strenuously defended with apparent logic and reason”
I suppose my “paranoia”
Boils down to a simple creed
His Holy Ghost within me
Surging power of Christ’s anointing
His word is crystal clear
My calling is to share it
With the “uttermost part of the earth”
Controversial to most
Life changing to a gracious few
This the focus of my quest
It matters not to me
How nay saying haunts my path
To follow Him obediently
Daily labor of loving fulfillment
Companionship divine
Truth is unmistaken
Once the veil of social norm is lifted
Humble prayers
I lift up
For those who shun my commission
May His peace explode within you all
Your eyes come forth to see




par·a·noi·a ( P ) Pronunciation Key (p r -noi )n.
A psychotic disorder characterized by delusions of persecution with or without grandeur, often strenuously defended with apparent logic and reason.
Extreme, irrational distrust of others.

[Greek, madness, from paranoos, demented : para-, beyond; see para-1 + nous, noos, mind.]


[Download Now or Buy the Book]
Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth EditionCopyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.




Acts 1:8 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain

8But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

BILLY RAY

BILLY RAY








Cold blustery February day
Frigid wind
Whistles through the flue
My mind adrift to 1980
As I sip a steaming cup of cappuccino
Bent on pondering the word “cool”
It’s variant meaning back in the day
Discretion regarding the presence of cannabis
Getting high and drinking beer
My inner circle of friends
They called me “Billy Ray”
“Hey man, are you holding”?
Life back then was just as complicated
I, too young to really care
Cocky and defiant
Fearing nothing but my warped ego
Hormonal hopped up hat trick
In a congenial sort of way
Encased by flesh and bone
Quite amazed I am alive this day
The trip was rife with recklessness
To focus on my past
Not an option now
Merely ardent memories
My soul
Transformed anew
I share the adventure as instructed
By He who made me whole




© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

SIMMER DOWN A BIT

SIMMER DOWN A BIT


Peeling glassy curls
Beryl sapphire shimmer
So graceful
Infinite stimulation
Tranquilizing wetness
Cascades in brilliant favor
Obsessive magical moment
My troubles melt in the peaceful eddy
Moral majority think tank
Stuck in naive backwoods
Those who deem me bedlamite
Concerned that I “just don’t get it”
Grieve not my puffed up associates
I have no desire to perceive
Delusive adaptations
Brackish social squares
Me
A simple round projectile
Adrift on balmy seas
My condolences
Sincere sympathy
Goes out to the “in crowd” herd
Who graze in fields of faked out pretense
Simmer down a bit
Unclench those poor offended toes
Soak your feet in tidal pools of forgiveness
Exhaling red annoyance
Its life man
Human interaction
Not a staged performance
His peace remains abundant
Copious blessings
Flood our restless souls
Alas
The best intentions
Exhausting burden of “fitting in”
Leaves one rather weary
Gravely spiritless
Barren vessels of regret
Animate
Rejoice
Kindergarten mentality
A child of God serene



Psalm 89:8- 9 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain


8O LORD God of hosts, who is a strong LORD like unto thee? Or to thy faithfulness round about thee?
9Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006