Riding On A Nightmare

 Picture by Katharine Shelby. 2016.
Picture by Katharine Shelby. 2016.

I read in the dark shadows of my home

Raindrops crashing on my window

These novels paint pictures of gilded worlds

Yet the cracks in this urban milieu

They yell me a different story

The nighttime surrounds me like black ceremonial robes

As the city plays chess with my heart

The darkness is in communion with me

As my instincts scream at me in the process

Shall I step in the next access

My poor heart now possess

As I ride on this nightmare

Like a cab ride to hell


Shackles and Shades (Walk for Freedom)


In the shadows of cities

Haunted shades lurk

In the corners

In the crowd

Eyes empty

Souls hungry

Hearts heavy

In a pit writhing with shame

They think they are to blame

For the sins of their imprisoners

The deeds of their oppressors

Oh my child you are an innocent!

Affected by the cruelty of the world

You were tortured by poverty and exploiters

You were hidden carefully in sight

The world has failed you

We have failed you

Oh dear tortured child!

For we are blind

We must open our eyes

To root out the evil

And save you

Oh how can we learn to see

That you exist

The tormented, the captive, the slave?

For every one of you

There is one who should shout

For every lost child

There should be ten that fight

For at least all of you

There should be those who call out

For each and every one of you

There should be countless walking out

We walk for your freedom

With our silence, we shout!

With our silent protest

We ask the free to call out!

I walk for each innocent tormented child

I WALK FOR FREEDOM


Scarlet Sun Rise Above

 Stockholm in the Morning by Katharine Shelby. 2018.
Stockholm in the Morning by Katharine Shelby. 2018.

Scarlet sun rise above

Shine the autumn with your love

Cast the water in apricot hues

Cover the sky with shades of bittersweet

You have one crimson eye

And one of silver

Great beast lurking to pounce

Dusty sea lip laps

As the world is still and quiet

Before humans buzz on the city streets

Before the world is filled with countless heart beats


Mountain of Stones

 Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons
Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

The sorrow of my heart cries out to the deep

In the darkness, in the shadows, I weep

Hopeless and torn

Broken and worn

I feel my world crumbling around me

 

Tired is my mind, tired is my soul

Spiraling down into a black hole

Weariness seeps into my bones

Carried around like a mountain of stones

 

They weigh on my being

All joy fleeing

Emptiness encroaching

Hopelessness approaching

 

But in all the despair and despondence

There’s a light that breaks the night

Through the clouds of daily worry

There’s a wind blowing new air

Blasting away the thunderhead

Breaking away the smothering smog

 

The radiance of the sun lights up the valley

It chases away the shadows of anguish

It brings new life to the weariness of my soul

It soothes away the woes of my mind

 

The sun, my light

The wind, my kite

Blessing my heart

Making me soar

 

The Son, you are my light

The Lord, you are my wind

Speaking through love of those around

Toppling down the mountain of stones

And lifting up my weary bones

 

To be filled and merry

Hopeful and airy


War Is Our Future (War Is Our Past)


Blood ridden battles of strife and pain

Don’t call out for truth in vain

You, you war-hardened men!

But truth

It won’t survive scrutiny

And the lying, cowering cowards

They will cower under the power of safety

The illusion of constancy and peace.

Fools!

War is our future

For war is our past

There is no peace in the present

Look around you!

There is blood on your footsteps

And blood on your skin

Don’t try to wash it off!

It will be there regardless

Your flesh burns of self hate

Why?

You are human

A mere mortal for immortal’s games

Given the pearl of power

The only power controllable by men

Fear and violence


I Was No More

 Fading Away by Pain of the Fallen
Fading Away by Pain of the Fallen

A path I saw

Among the raindrops

As they fell down from the crying stars.

The moon smiled

At his children’s joy

Playing in their heavenly pool.

The sun came and looked down at me

Its eyes were shady

The mouth sorrowfully wavy.

Its tears dropped on my forehead

They were painful.

Ice shards broke wounds

On my body

In my body

In my mind

In my soul.

The sky saw right through me

I was invisible.

The wind blew right through me

I was no more.


Quote of the Day: What Is Truth?

Furthermore, truth is anything that corresponds to reality. Truth doesn’t yield to the size and the strength of the latest lobby group. Truth isn’t a matter of preference or opinion. Rather, truth is true even if everyone denies it, just as a lie is a lie if everyone affirms it.

Finally, truth is essential to a realistic worldview. When sophistry, sensationalism, and superstition attack truth, our view of reality becomes seriously skewed. The death of truth spells the death of civilization. However, as Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn once said, ‘One word of truth outweighs the entire world.’

— Hank Hanegraaff, The Bible Answer Book for Students (2007), p. 74-75

sophistry

def. subtly deceptive reasoning or argumentation

sensationalism

def. 1empiricism that limits experience as a source of knowledge to sensation or sense perceptions, 2the use or effect of sensational subject matter or treatment

superstition

def. 1a a belief or practice resulting from ignorance, fear of the unknown, trust in magic or chance, or a false conception of causation, b an irrational abject attitude of mind toward the supernatural, nature, or God resulting from superstition, 2a notion maintained despite evidence to the contrary