October – Isolation

An Angel robed in purest white
bent down and kissed my cheek last night.

When I arose, her face to see
that pure white angel smiled at me…

“Who are you, Angel dressed in white?
and why have you come her tonight?

This really is no place for you!
Are you a dream?
Will I wake?
Or have you come, my life to take?

You kissed me, Angel.
pray tell why?
Are you preparing me to die?

Then she spoke…this pure white one
and told me just why she had come.

“God loves you son”, she said to me
“and one day soon you shall be free”.
You’ve done a lot of wrong, tis true…
but there is still a place for you.
As you have suffered untold pains…
so you shall not again.

My God in Heaven told me this.
Said He to me…
“Give him a kiss”.

“Trust in him”, she whispered low,
“for it is time for me to go”.
“Remember well that I was here,
and know always that I am near”.

“Do goodly deeds from this night on”,
and in an instant she was gone….

I tossed and turned in restlessness;
my eyes I doubted I must confess.

But when the dawn brought light to me,
there on the floor I did see….
a tiny footprint in the dust,
and now that Angel has my trust.

For I did see that one so fair
as sure as I am standing here.

So now I know when I am free…
that God will make a place for me.

For he did send an Angel white
to tell me so, just last night.

-N.R. Amos

Recess

I was taught how to be a man
By one who’s deeds no man should do.
Love for me? Yes, plenty,
But lessons I thought few.

Are I’ll gotten learnings not as
important as those learned in school?
Whether we learn from teachers
Or from those that acted as fools?

Learn by example? Or examples made?
Which is more profound?
He tought me what a man should not be.
Is not equally a good man found?

-A. Amos

But why?

He chose to join me in my stroll
This little man of five
With big sharp eyes and open ears
This boy so much alive

He saw and heard no end of things
And chatted, never shy
He asked a million questions
When answered, asked “but why?”

“But why do dogs bark like that?
Is that the way they talk?
And why do birdies use their wings?
Is that the way they walk?”

He wondered why the squirrel’s tail
Was longer than it’s head
And why the grass was always green
And never blue instead.

He made me do some thinking
This little five year old
So much I took for granted
The things he must be told

His eyes were full of wonder
My eyes had failed to spy
May God bless that little fellow
Who always asked “but why?”

-N.R. & A. Amos

Thanksgiving Day

…and I come again to the river which contained a great whirlpool therein…

…and again I tried to swim the current..and again I was sucked to the depths of the river, to lie days, months, even years.

Each time I have taken the path that leads to the river, and tried to swim its waters, it has sucked me down to its darkest depths…time and time again.

I am now convinced that I can not best the raging current…..I shall try no more, lest it drag me to the bottom…

Once and forever.

-N.R. Amos

Uno Mas

Just a sip, a taste, a touch.

Only a little, not too much.

Well if you are, then sure I will

but just a drop, don’t overfill.

I couldn’t possibly, please don’t ask.

Oh what the hell, but just a splash.

You sure you don’t mind? I hate to bother.

Ok Ok, I’ll take another.

I’ll take another.

I’ll take another..

I’ll take another…

-A. Amos

Mother

A light wind dances
across blades of grass.
My Sun smiles wide;
In it’s warmth I bask.

Taking for granted
the serenity found.
Stopping never,
to pray a sound.

Never thanking
for such beautiful sights.
Never realizing
Her wondrous might.

Nature’s nurturing face now begins
To trade Sun’s rays for commanding winds.
A mighty GUUUSSSSST, then a coldness sweeps…….The skies grow gray; My sun retreats.
From up above a darkness falls. Heeding Mother Nature’s call.
Spiraling vortex, black as coal, grasps the Earth near Hoo Shoo Too road.
THUNDEROUSSSS RUMMMMMBLE
Throughout my soul I feel. The wrath of GOD witnessed through a windshield.
TWISTING, WHIPPING, SPITTING hail filled showers. Such powerful fury…
consumes, devours.
UNPREDICTABLE ANGER, UNFATHOMABLE FORCE; Violently focused on it’s sole purpose.
Hollow and empty, it feeds to fill. Imposing it’s tumultuous will.
Impaling winds do shake my faith. Causing Steel and Bone to QUAKE.
Through my window….
a WHISTLE begins.
Spiral so tight,
the air it thins.
All suddenly
seems so
frail,
enveloped in this menacing veil.
Life it plucks, like fruit from a tree; SHATTERING hopes and DARKENING dreams.
No apparent escape in view. Now my prayers too late, too few.
Striking with such a random precision; Unexpected is Her final decision.
Down die the winds; down die the rain;
Ascends it to Heaven
as quick
as it
came.

Mercy She shows,
In a wake of despair,
As if only a lesson
was Her plan to Share.

-A. Amos

Second Place

If Time heals all wounds,
then what heals the passage of time?
No longer does a second take
when a wound is fresh in the mind.

The minutes and the hours,
even the days seem to rest still.
Time paces itself to my memories
with an unrelenting will.

Devoured by my agony,
consumed in disbelief.
Yet, Time’s hands still hold steady,
offering no solace, no relief.

Confined to the prison walls
that Time has locked me in;
While it contently strolls along
and decides when my parole will begin.

-A. Amos

Endings

…snow falls
…winter creeps
…death beckons

…darkness calls
…wind speaks
…life’s lessons

…mighty fall
…souls weep
…father’s blessings

…bearers pall
…bury teak
…dark sessions

…earth falls
…last pleads
…silent confessions

…wooden walls
…forever keep
…no exceptions

-A. Amos

Untitled

A million eyes through darkness shine
across clouded fields and moonlit blinds
they gaze curiously upon this troubled mind
that contemplates of space and time.

Celestial bodies, utterly divine
transcend beauty into the sublime
mystery and awe they do combine
as I contemplate of space and time.

Brighter is their glare than mine
my spirit yearns to be of their kind
my consciousness starts now to unwind
as I contemplate of space and time.

Drink of them I do as my wine
past my fill, slowly I decline
wasted are my thoughts I find
as I drift through space and time.

-A. Amos

Temperamental Technology

Temperamental technology
Stretching out from sea to sea
Wires, cables, electricity
Strip us of our individuality.

No longer unique are you and me
Simply avatars of what used to be
Dredged in this melancholy
So absent of personality.

Addressed only by an IP
Our position in the queue is infinity
Sunlight we no longer see
Entombed by our epiphany.

Still there is less time you see
All must be done more quickly
Communication has grown (less friendly)
All thanks to this new reveille.

The tools are sharp that dull society
Yet we sever ourselves willingly
From all that is humanity
And embrace temperamental technology.

-A. Amos