Saturday, April 17, 2010


We go where we must
We trust who we trust
In the end my friend
It’s so hard to adjust
To changing faces
Scary places
Nomadic journey inward
As Gods love replaces
I sleep in precious increments
Wired for 18 hour days
Once I ran the corporate race
Now I smell the roses
Not a lot you can take from me
Paltry fiat paper
Years of zipped lunacy
Painful human stress
Visions of sweet heaven
I’ve lived and loved quite fiercely
Full tilt
No regrets
Not worried bout the future
Serene point of view
Life on the fringe
Sentimental years
Bittersweet romances
Excruciating tears
Silky smooth caress
Emotional morose
Social comatose
Mask of false obeisance
For those who churn the most

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


Two sheets
Or was it three my friend?
Flopping in the wind
Cold Duck adventures
So many moons ago
Mardi Gras revelry
The Joe Cain stumble
An occasional rumble
Frisbee flying high
Impromptu football games
Municipal Park magic
Beautiful times
Brilliant glow of youth
Eight track tapes
Pressed vinyl current
Still flowing through my aging veins
A single tear of thanks
I shall remember always
Such transcendental days

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

Thursday, April 08, 2010


Pure as virgin snow
Delicious music flowing
Through her very being
Delicate soul
Loving angel muse
Sheer blessings bathe
All who cross her path
My gratitude eternal
He has graced my life with her smile
Words of soothing peace
Sensitive release

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

Saturday, April 03, 2010


Says I to the EU
Just who the hell are you?
What are you trying to do?
Strong arming the mighty Jews
Does not dismiss
Such fatal poor judgment
Holy City since time began
Simply not for sale
Never was you see
God’s precious jewel
Satan’s jackal fools
So Zion builds a condo
On your conquered land
Your bleeding heart
Dripping from your hand
Never to forget
Back in 67
It only took six days
You started it anyway
As David capped Goliath
You toy with ruination
Nuclear obliteration
Beware all who dare
To toy with prophecy
Mid east destiny
Best say your prayers tonight
So futile is your fight
Bombing raids
Warped Jihad parade
Your hero waits
Mysterious Magog
Symbolic Mahdi
Their greed set on plunder
Monumental blunder
As angels bring the thunder
Syria’s lost blow hard
Shall look away in fear
As Damascus crumbles
They train in Taliban
Such a waste of blood
Mother’s sons
Precious ones
In any creed or tongue
Love is the way
It’s not too late
To avoid your stark dismay
Approaching judgment day
For Holy is His peace
Free for the asking
No bloodshed required
I pray your eyes shall open
Before they close for good

1 "The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap."
Isaiah 17:1 King James Version

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

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