The Foundations of this Government

                Freedom is not a right; it is a gift, one that most Americans take for granted as much as they do life. Free speech is not a right; it is merely a result of a healthy government who has set its foundations in God. But what happens if the foundation, the very cornerstone of that government becomes rejected? What happens when our leaders begin to chisel away those little things they don’t like, thinking the foundation is strong enough to endure a few “adjustments,” but they only find more things to get rid of. Americans should not be surprised, when they look back, to find that many of the gifts that they call rights are ever so slowly fading away, so slowly you hardly notice the changes until it is too late. All because some people decided it was too offensive to pray in school, that the greeting “merry Christmas” should be replaced with “happy holidays.” As America slowly becomes an atheistic or “all Inclusive” country, do not be surprised that our government is starting to crumble, for the foundation of it is being taken away, and how can something stand without it’s foundations?

Passing Away

Faint echoing cries, lonely goodbyes.

Shining tears that are shed, the heart that mourns has bled.

Hope is gone with what which is dead, lying lifeless on the hard cold bed.

But blossoms still bloom, hope will awaken soon.

In the heart of one’s soul, love will have taken its toll.

The Moment of Truth

“Do you believe in God?” A girl asks her in a steely cold voice. The cold metal of a gun presses against Christine’s forehead. She had seen what had happened to the last person they had asked, he was laying in a pool of blood with lifeless eyes. She knew that would be her next if she said yes, but what else could she say, she couldn’t lie. She closes her eyes, letting the darkness envelop her thoughts, calming the screaming voice in her head. ‘I will not deny you, my Lord.’ She prays silently. She feels an indescribable peace wash over her; she knows what she must do. “Well!?” the girl with the gun nearly screams. Christine slowly opens her eyes and looks straight into the face of her murderer, unblinking. “Yes! He is my Lord and he sent his Son to die for me and-” She never finishes her sentence; the gun shot rings through the school hallways. The girl, her blue eyes lifeless, falls to the ground with the sweetest smile on her lips. She had been set free, she was home.

Waking Up To Reality

The inspiration for this segment of a story is from a picture out of an IKEA furniture magazine. I would pick a room and imagine what type of person lived there and then write a short story about them.

Tick, tick, tick, Kerry loved the sound of the keys of her computer as she typed. ‘Darkness closed ‘round him, he tried to thrash his way out, but it clung to him like a heavy blanket. He couldn’t breathe! Help! His mind screamed inside. He opened his eyes, water was all around him! How did he get there? He couldn’t move, he just kept sinking, he needed air! Something grabbed him from behind, and then…’ “And then what?” Kerry thought aloud. She hated writers’ block, just when she got to a good part in the story, she got stuck and it could take days to get some inspiration. Maybe I just need a break. She thinks to herself as she gets up and turns on the T.V. “Do you see stuff that’s not there?” a TV ad for some medication was on. Kerri watched the lady, with a cheesy fake smile on her face; list the signs of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. “Do you have trouble sleeping at night because of vivid nightmares?” “I’ve got it!” Kerri exclaims out loud. She turns off the TV and rushes over to her laptop. ‘And then… he woke up. He saw he had kicked the blankets off the bed. Only a dream… only a dream. He told himself in the dead silence he could hear his heart thumping like a drum. Thud, thud, thud. When it finally slowed down he got up and paced in the moonlight streaming in through his window. Another dream, it was so real… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again. He thought to himself.’ “There!” Kerri said aloud, hitting the save button and closing the laptop. Her stomach rumbled, how long had it been since she had eaten? She couldn’t remember. Was it hours… days? I better eat. She told herself heading to her tiny kitchen. How long was I sitting there in the dark? She thought as she suddenly realized that it was pitch black outside. She flipped on the light in the kitchen and opened the fridge. She sighed, it was empty. Guess it’ll be pizza… again. She sighed even deeper and headed to the phone. Reality was so tough. Why couldn’t she just stay in her imagination, there, at least she had some control over things.

9/11

This is a quick poem I wrote, inspired by 9/11. 

"Always Forgive, Never Forget"

Black smoke fills the skies, people’s screams, heartbroken cries. Dancing flames leap out open windows, in an instant, young wives become lonely widows. 

Journeying

The sun is my lamp

And the moon my nightlight at camp

The trees are my chapel

Without a penny to my name yet joys I have ample

The mountain peaks are where I sing God’s praise

And in the valleys I lay and watch the sheep graze

I’m always journeying

 

Through snow and through rain

Though the worldly sins are ever burdening

I keep journeying to light and a place with no more pain 

The Passage of Time

The mists of time endlessly swirl before my eyes.

And I watch helplessly as the pool of age slowly dries.

Nothing that was, can ever be again,

Whether it had been of happiness or pain.

So let’s sing a sweet song for that, which is gone,

But let us also keep looking forward to the new adventure, as time marches on.

Battle

This is my first poem I wrote on my own, I don't know how many poems I was made to make in school but this is the first one I actually wanted to write. It is inspired by J.R.R Tolkien's masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. this is a scene from the last book in the trilogy, The Return of the King.

The Nazgûl is slain by éowyn the fair

But I do not care, for all hope has turned to despair

For lo! In the water there comes a mighty fleet

And on its black sails, death comes to meet

But oh joy! What is this? Do my eyes lie?

For there out of the darkness shines seven stars in my eye

Aragorn son of Arathorn has come to our aid

Quickly let’s end this nasty raid

Victory is ours! Look at them flee

And soon the sun shall shine and all will be free!

Idle Hands are the Devil's Workshop

 “Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop” I’m sure we have all heard this quote sometime in our lives. This quote comes in many different versions "The Devil finds work/mischief for idle hands to do”, “Idle hands are the Devil's tools”, “If the Devil finds a Man idle, he'll set him at Work”, “Idle Brains are the Devil's Workhouses”, and "Idle hands do the Devil's work”. Even though each of them is worded slightly different, they all mean the same thing. When you are bored it’s a lot easier to do bad things and make the wrong choices. This proves its self true almost every day. Here are only a few examples.

A boy is bored. He sees his little sister playing happily with her toys. The first thing that pops into his head is to go over and cause trouble with her. The devil is putting that into his head, and since he is bored with nothing to do, it seems to him like fun.

 Here’s another, a teenager has been home from school for a few hours now, her friends aren’t calling, she’s checked her Email at least a million times already, and there’s nothing to do. A kid from school, who she knows is a trouble causer and he gets into trouble all the time, calls her and asks if she wants to hang out with him and his friends. Because she is bored and her real friends are busy with other stuff she accepts. A week later she’s still hanging out with that group, she’s lost her other friends and she is smoking and getting in trouble with the law. This is another scenario where boredom leads to the wrong choices but unlike the first example, this one ends up with much more severe and maybe life ruining effects.

 Last example, an adult has been watching her weight, she’s been exercising and on a diet. She’s got nothing to do, she starts pacing around the house and she finds herself in the kitchen. Before she knows it she’s gotten out the vanilla covered almonds and some Dove™ chocolates. Now this is a little harder to identify the bad thing that boredom creates, because what’s the matter with eating? Nothing, except when eating becomes a habit for when you are bored. This is the hardest temptation to overcome, at least for me it is, many times I have found myself snacking on food, not because I’m hungry, but just because I can’t think of anything better to do.

 In each of our private lives we have some kind of temptation that is created from lack of things to do, how do we overcome this? How can we have victory over the devil? One easy solution is to get a hobby, so when we find that we have nothing to do, instead of being bored, we can go and work on that hobby. It could be anything, building miniatures, sewing, writing, or anything else that you enjoy doing. Just remember “Idle hands are the Devils workshop”