Gene

time's knife cut in again
taking the life
of one of my friends
tonight
death's angel came to him
passing through this veil of sin
with her tender kiss
his spirit left him
she carried his breath
his intensity and light
towards the perfect life
that Jesus made for us
beautiful and sinless
wonderful and graceful
for God's faithful.....
My friend I shall miss

gumption

Time passes slowly
I sit and do nothing
and nothing wants done
I gain inertia.....
just resting
there's nothing I want to do
I've read Ecclesiastics
with nothing new under the sun
there's nothing that l want to do
then I pray dear Father
don't let me waste away
don't let me fade to gray
Parkinson's affects everything
and my gumption simply slips away
I have nothing else to say

Mirror of Souls

I look into the mirror of souls
see thousands of my reflections
each in their own dimension
all are me or used to be
they are my evolution
images of my time progression
with several metamorphosis
there is a lot of growth
as I grew from child to man
slowly I began to see
and even slower to understand
the truth in who I am
as God created me
to grow and come to know
the love God has for human kind
a peace flows to my mind

I Weep

It's late
can't sleep
I lay in pain
I close my eyes
and pray.....
God sustains
He strengthens me
then gives me vision
that I may see
God loves me
gave His Son
to die for me
I weep
joyful tears
thankful tears
I know God loves me
My life and pain will end
but I will rise and be with Him
once again

Sleep

My songs are over
I linger on
with Parkinson’s
waiting for death to come
my arms mechanical things
have lost agility
and at times I weep...
I pray dear God
forgive my sins
You have my love
please help me fall asleep

Some Days I Win

Parkinson’s retains me
painfully
takes all I have and more
all I am living for
some days I win
other days it does
but I am saved by love
from my wife
and from God above
God sustains me
gives all I have
He gave me life
and my wife

I Try To Listen

I pray
which means I ask God for things
and try to listen
but this world gets in the way
I sleep
then dream of dreams
the subjects which
I could not say
I breathe
each breath I take
shortens life in other ways
I shake
can’t grasp the things
as I did just yesterday
Parkinson’s disease
it will lead me to an early grave
and the tears fall down my face
I cry
wondering why I have to die
this slow lingering painful death
my arms shake can’t take a breathe
I wonder by
and again I pray
asking God for things
and I try to listen

God Answered

I feel at peace
at ease
released
God answered me
I feel loved
tonight my Parkinson's
it doesn't matter
is this a touch of grace
and I pray
thank You Lord
thank You

Dream

In rarified sleep I dream
spirits teach the universe to me
I learn physics and cosmology
of quarks and relativity
then more about God's majesty
that this existence our reality
is sort of like a hatchery
where our spirits get to grow
where our souls come to know
the love God has to show
for that which He has made
the stars skies seas and land
then in His image man....
a love so strong He sent His Son
to pay our debt for sin
that when our lives are done
through faith we are born again
the whole of the universe knows
that our God simply is
and through Jesus we are loved
and the Spirit comes to teach
that God through faith we reach
here they end my dreams

Because

we seek to understand
that Jesus is as He is
Son of God and Son of Man
and we are simply His....
so we ask of them-
let Your Spirit live in us
we are Yours God's
You created us
any more then that
I do not want to comprehend
so I ask of You God and Jesus
may our hands bring You glory
may our tongues tell Your story
that our hearts become holy
as our bodies turn to dust
help us grow in love
because of faith in You Jesus

PAIN

pain
intense pain
muscular strain
stiffness in your legs
caused by Parkinson's
you know life
this strife
feeling so bad
you can't sleep tonight
restless you move each leg
looking for the place
without pain
and you pray
then sometimes tears flow
you lay there feeling sorrow
it will get worse tomorrow
and it will never go away
so you close your eyes
to pray....
Asking God
is there an easier way
but then you ask of Him
to live your life
by His will, His way
then the pain begins to fade
though it will never go away

I See

I seek piety
a kind of propriety
want to find honesty
where truth is stationary
and not sliding relatively
I seek my deity
my God who created me
who sent Jesus to die
to pay the price of sin
to set me free
Occasionally God touches me
uncovers my eyes
that I may see
truth in His reality

God's Answer

I feel at peace
at ease
released
God answered me
I feel loved
tonight my Parkinson's
it doesn't matter
is this a touch of grace
and I pray
thank You Lord
thank You

Theosis

Theosis
to be Christ like
a continual improvement
in our everyday life
bound by faith
as our spirits awaken
through our souls from within
and we are guided by grace
to grow as a Christian
by God's will and His way
in our wander through life
and as we pray
Theosis
our walk from sin
not by our actions
but because we gave in
because Christ died
then He lives again
because He has risen
we are freed from sin
because God loves us
and because we love Him

Poesis

From a living prayer
a painting or a dream
a simple beautiful scene
as you accept the love of God
your soul will metamorphosis
as a butterfly emerges
from its old and used cocoon
beyond birth your flesh
in time it will decay
growing older slowly
your ego fades away....
as is this painting
so is the poetry
or in a simple word- poesis
a term not often heard
the root of poetry
a way of thinking
and as your spirit awakens
like a waterfall's growing beauty
when the snow begins to melt
and the waters of the highlands
fall to a lower place on earth
look for truth and.... Pray
faith in Jesus changes you
your heart your soul and spirit
it leads you towards God's heaven
and brings you to rebirth

Unask

I know I am dying
we all are
life ends……. most tragically
or that is what we all perceive
now my hands shake
and my arms ache
many days it’s hard to breathe
I sleep each night
with a breathing machine
and I am haunted by
nightmares and dreams
I know I am living
where most are not
life is…… simply a blessing
I speak with God
He answers me
unask your questions
as I perceive His words to me
accept the grace on simple faith
accept God’s love- His gentle love
when I see neither rhyme nor reason
God has a plan for every season

© 2008 Brian’s Prose

What Comes Next

WHAT COMES NEXT
We stood at the banks
of the river of souls
watching tears flow
wondering what comes next
after my death
l have no love of Earth
living simply hurts
but I love the life God gave
it's me He made
from birth to my grave
Soul after soul floats by
everyone cries
all who have died
and those who never tried
I thank God I am alive
with even Parkinson's I thrive
God is at my side
I want to cry
I'm alive
© 2008 Brian’s Prose

The Past

To tread with ease
in this world diseased
by birth blind we see
what we expect to see
this world as we want it to be
we are bound by paradigm
in our thoughts sublime
in Milton’s garden
or our dreams of Eden
with and without freedom
each walk of life
with joy or strife
truths or contradiction
each bit of fiction
each fiend or victim
each walks to please
Our lights denied….
we are blind in mind
our hearts- unsighted
most walk an easy path
most tread on solid ground
few tread the razor’s edge
few really read the past
pretentious pompous fools
most kiss Shakespeare’s ass
so few will read the past

© 2008 Brian’s Prose

The Morning Creeps

Sunday morning creeps at me
I don’t know just what words to say
it isn’t just another day
it is God’s day that I must keep
now this night I cannot sleep
I’m forty-eight my time flies by
I have Parkinson’s I wonder why
I am going deaf and loosing sight
there is a cataract in my left eye
and I’m not aware of other things
I know what I know- that’s all I mean
still it hurts inside when I dream
with most of life behind today
I have no hope of destiny…..
my future looks both dark and grim
is this penance for my sin
I pray a while I know God hears
His laughter rings deep in my ears
I know God loves me it’s in His Word
I fight back tears- I have not heard
my stomach churns I throw up phlegm
Sunday comes- the day begins
I pray for sanctuary I pray for peace
and ask God for His loving Grace
then ask for help to live His way
I’d like to live a life of ease
to love this world and not believe
that is not God’s choice for me
He let me see a bit of truth
now it affects all that I do
all I am- my attitudes
every thought- all issues

© 2008 Brian’s Prose