August 27th, 2013

August 27^th, 2013

 

As War Machines

Target Syria

Syria

Proudly defies

Swirling information

Gathering Allies

Chemical weapons

Political lies

All HELL

Soon shall be in session

Patriotically

Hammering aggression

Vengeance

Global acts

Deeply hidden facts

Israel watches patiently

With precise

Iron tact

Poised to deal a death blow

Prophecy is quite clear

Damascus

Ends in rubble

No need my friends

For angst

Argument

Or trouble

I’m not here to condescend

Question

Or pretend

Such mystifying times

Yet not

It’s all been shared before

Rumors of great war

Mass media

Replaces clever rhyme

When the smoke clears

GOD wins

Tis time for all

To truly comprehend

My role is not to scare

I’m simply here to share

I flow it

As I live it

HIS LOVE

Immaculate

TRUTH

As it is met

May we all find deep peace

And most importantly

To SHARE IT…..

With ALL

Who cross our path

Never has the time to love

Been more critical

Urgent

And SINCERE………

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EVENTUALLY

My wandering soul

So deeply stirs

On this late July evening

Calling me to share

Here

There

Elsewhere

Saturday night

Huntsville Alabama

Feeling temperamental

Non judgmental

Hardly coincidental

Sympathy

Gratitude

Engulfs my deepest thoughts

As I make my way

To His next destination

Somewhere

In this confusing nation

Greed amalgamation

Mystical creation

Is music

Art

Sincerity

I desperately seek

The journey makes me weak

As my busy brain

Crafts these words I speak

To share with you now

Despite our differences

Spatial inference

Great lack of common ground

We share a love

PROFOUND

Surely as a baby cries

Old pain

Slowly dies

Inner peace exists

In our deepest vein

Where HOPE

Patiently remains

Waiting

For us to simply see

Our Salvation

Destiny

That’s good enough for me

GOD is good you see

If not today

I pray you will

Eventually

And I smile........

　

(C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2013

　

UNTITLED.........

Don’t care about finding Hoffa

Don’t care about Pakistan

Don’t care about crass philosophy

I’m tired of it....Man

Don’t care about social graces

Don’t care about DNA

Don’t care about secret places

That no one understands

Don’t care about intuition

Don’t care about politics

Don’t care about mass confusion

That strangles this dark land

Don’t care about poet critics

Don’t care about plastic fame

Don’t care about fiat currency

World dominance, so lame

Don’t care about mass media

But I damn sure dig the BLUES

I stray from "World News"

Focus on my hearts art

Don’t care about imitation

Don’t care about muted pride

Vain mediocrity

Today.... I died inside

Don’t care about what you think of me

Don’t care about what you think you see

Don’t care about none of this

Well rhymed consistency

Don’t care about tomorrow

Don’t focus on yesterday

Don’t care about immortality

As you clearly hear me say

I care about the words

I care about deep peace

I care about the music

Emotional release

I care about my children

My loved ones, closest friends

Almighty GOD above

Why my words still flow today

I care about AGAPE

I care about HIS sheep

I care about eye contact

Perpetual sleep

Say what you will

Think what you must

Stay, or walk away

It’s OK..........

(C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2013

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

SILENT DREAM in “C”

Tonight

I honor Chris

My cell mate

In a hall of silent screams

True Visionary

Painter of dreams

Artistic Dionysius

My Brother

In our time of crisis

Complete inspiration

Soothing me

As I wallowed in desperation

Fleeting transformation

Such deep amalgamation

The kind

Only Warriors endure

Then swallow

Safe

Within

Forever

So surreal

Thank you from my deepest vein

Period

For your art

Your pain

Your unique window pane

Me

A child of GOD

Age 54

Still seeking

Grooving

Evermore

Still peeking

Thru dark

Forbidden doors

Once I truly bled

Screaming clarity

Unfortunately

Insincerity

Pain from fake humanity

Has knocked me to the floor

This day

I don’t care no more

About social bullshit

The silly reasons for it

Prim and proper ways

I’m so often

Disappointed

Extremely dismayed

The bitter sting

Of being played

Used

For others joy

Amusement

Sacrificial toy

This life

Was once so beautiful

Exciting

Unbridled hope

Now

A hangman’s rope

Transcendental dope

Any form of rhetoric

That insults my inner light

Looks down on arts creation

Promotes a violent nation

Stimulates

This hopeless sensation

So deep within my being

Simply poison my friends

Has no place in my world

That rapidly moves on

Far beyond

The moon

The stars

The sun

Soon

I shall wander once again

The unknown

Has always intrigued me so

Beckons me to follow

I will miss you

My sacred friends

Beloved ones

My trip

Has just begun

My earnest goal

To have some genuine fun

Along this narrow path

Forever etched

Securely in my soul

Most of you

Will never understand

This fierce fire within me

And that’s OK

The reasons for my prose

The subtle flame

That star that lights my way

For in the end

It’s not about you are me

We

The reward is inner peace

Emotional release

And LOVE

May I always flow it clearly

Sincerely

May you always do the same

Because you simply must

And I smile..........

(C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2013