dashed on the rocks...

Not like Moses came, in a basket down a gentle stream...
Not for you my son, you were born into a maelstrom on a listing ship.
All the while He was there, do you see?
All the while I've clung to you, and you've clung to me.
Make no mistake my son, much like I, you've been dashed from the start...
you know not now, that a mark's on your heart.
Bottle up life not, pour it out to Him...
Keep it not inside, keep it not within.
Son, I know, for there i've already been.
All around you, men will crumble, down on the first blow...
but not you and i, oh no. Cracked from stone, on we will go.
Made for a season, through the fire our steel. He's pounded us flat,
made for the kill. Sharpened in hurt, bent for His will.
I know it seems heavy, this world evokes wrath....
but you will be strong, you must be, for this path.
Man up son, play the part. I am not worried, I know you've the heart.
The times lay ahead, when they'll need men like us...
men of nerve, men who've suffered, men with angst, when we've only sought love.
We'll get our chance, we'll have our day.
The Lord's had to harden us up, so we'd make it all the way.
For in this truth, be thankful, be glad....for one day you will be,
when the rest have been had.
Look them in the eye, and plant your feet....
knowing you can square off with anything life throws you, anyone you meet.
Fear is our enemy, in that lies defeat.
We have no cause to worry though, He has them already beat.
He goes on before us, just keep on your feet.
Keep your chin up, don't look left, don't look right.
Don't you dare stop, don't look down, and keep Him in sight.
Don't feel like you fail me, I know you'll do right.
I push you hard, I press you, I won't let up, and there's a good reason why.
I want to be sure Son, that you're stronger than I.

The Tourist

Just passing through....
I'm packing light with a heavy heart.
They're waiting for me, and I'll someday be waiting for you.
Been given what i need, and not much else.
No lofty degree, no material wealth...
just my soul, my identity, and my bill of health.
I don't speak several languages, and i don't
tango dance.
I wear worn out levis, i don't starch my pants.
I don't belong here, I belong where i'm going...
just a tourist passing through, loving, admiring.
Sure, i have a job, but it's not what I'm for...
just a means to an end, till i'm called for much more.
Not the modern man, not like those in spades...
and i'd love you like they can't if given the chance.
just where i am, and that's where i'll be.
for some reason, in some ryhme....Lord knows I don't.
roads i would travel, but i can't and i won't.
If i stay on this road, and i follow his will,
my destination will be revealed. I know it will.
I travel alone, but I'd love you to come...
just pack light, for we surely will roam.
I can offer only this heart, for that's all i have to give..
but i promise you this, we will truly live.
On a leave of sorts, till the trumpets blow...
and it's in that hour, that you'll truly know...
why i cannot go where some men do, for the time is short,
and i've a job to do.

and nothing else matters....

Letting my folks down
Letting myself down
Marching in the hot sun towards an unknown future
You weren't with us yet but you already made it all worthwile
1,700 miles from all i've known
sixteen lanes into four
I can't find a quiet place, and all night long the jets roar overhead
she screams at me, i know she wants to leave, but i don't know why
you're on your way, like a bomb dropped into a total war zone
i was blown away by you, and nothing else mattered...
my life changed forever, my life had a purpose forever
it all happened within the course of a year, and your waves will go on forever causing ripples in my pond till long after i'm gone
my parents had to shove me off the dock like a ship to sea
i fought like hell and helplessly watched you both being ripped from me
going through the motions because to keep going on is all i know,
i put one foot in front of the other
i know you didn't see, that to not see you, was killing me. I know you couldn't see, that to talk on the phone only made my heart bleed
it all fell apart again, my best laid plans....
making mockery of my wants and my will when it wasn't his...
i see now, what i didn't see then, and i praise him now for what he brought me through that i cursed him for allowing then
we three are survivors, more than that, victors....our hour is at hand, you and i
we will dream big dreams together, be free to be together, you and i...
i can walk through fire. i can take it all. I am not afraid, for i am in her good graces. She is beautiful, she is part of me, she loves me as i love her. i'll never be lonely if i have her in my life....
and nothing else matters

Merlin's Dust......

I have a good friend up north in Washington taking hunks of steel, copper, brass, and aluminum, mixed in with some metal flake, and turning it all into the desires of a man's heart. I speak of two wheeled freedom. Freedom from the norm. Freedom from the stripped down sissified modern man mold that society has created. Freedom from whatever it is you need freed from.....women, jail, booze, past....put your knees in the breeze on one of these..... I present to you in it's early form.."Merlin's Dust"

dig it....
below are some footnotes on the build by the man himself....
"3 years in the making of the roller, 2 months for the whole rest of
it. handmade frame, handmade front end and trees, all mounts
,controls, tabs and bungs scratch built in house. trees,top and lower
motor mounts are made to mimic the shape of the triumph rocker boxes
.3 weeks ago i drove down to napa from tacoma to pick up paint from
brandon penserini, drove back,built it up in 3 days and drove back
down to orange county for born free 3."

go and let your eyes be opened....

www.heyitsnatescrap.blogspot.com

Coasting along.....

in a strange place.
puzzled by my current state.
having to let go and move forward.
things left unsaid.
another time.
another life.
feet are asleep.
hunk of lead hanging in the lower part of my heart.
wind blowing through my hole like a hurricane.
i have much, but it doesn't matter sometimes.
time for a drive.
time to coast in that familiar place.
Coasting along in solitude....

Noble Red Man, Lakota speaks.....

"You are going to learn the most important lesson- that God is the most powerful thing there is. We indians aren't afraid to die. We've got a place to go, a better place, so we don't care. We're ready. We just want you to know. Maybe you can change, maybe you can stop what's coming. There's not much time. It's going to happen. Take it from me. Tell them Noble Red Man said so!"

The Wolf approaches

You've pursued me all along, you've thrown me off course, and dashed my faith with fear. I am only a man, but a man with a mark. Like a target sprayed with mist for a sniper to see, you have always known what is inside me. You attack like a wolf at night, waiting for me to linger. You sense fear and feed on it. You've stolen my sleep, and made me believe in the darkness. I had to believe in darkness to believe in the light. You made me believe in the light, I doubt you had that in mind when you shook me. I saw you once, and and thought it was just you, but I had to see you to know someone else was standing sentry there. Your persistence has been like a goat's head stuck in my foot.....but that goat's head has been in my foot so long, it bothers me no more. In your effort to weaken my resolve, you've only had the same effect as a half-dose of antibiotics to an infection....you've only strengthened me and made me more resistant to you. Remember one thing, for i always will, you may strike me down, but the one inside me, you never will.

Luke 10:16-20

16 "He who listens to you listens to me; he who rejects you rejects me; but he who rejects me rejects him who sent me." 17 The seventy-two returned with joy and said, "Lord, even the demons submit to us in your name." 18 He replied, "I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. 19 I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. 20 However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven."

found this online also:

^{"Of wolves and men"}


Away in the forest all dark-some and deep,

The wolves went a-hunting when men were asleep;

And the cunning old wolves were so patient and wise,

As they taught the young cubs how to see with their eyes,

How to smell with their noses and hear with their ears,

And what a wolf hunts for and what a wolf fears.

-Nancy M. Hayes