Perspective Jon Hillenbrand, May 27, 2010December 30, 2015 This is a poem I wrote about how inspired to write I feel whenever I’m out running at night. Usually I think of a lot of things to write, but then I start to forget everything as fatigue sets in. Quick, run inside The words will hide Cuz’ words don’t fear Tip of the spear The dream’s not real Dreamers don’t feel So run tonight And see the flight Of angels high Above the sky Calm wings do glide And match my stride Look down with hope Look down and gloat See days like sand It’s in my hand Tread through the worst Clouds black and burst Run Spartan skin Wind chills my sin Look down and pray Run for today Thoughts with me dwell Sand fills my well Run with their weight Concentrate Poetry angelsforgettingnightphotographyPoetryrunning
Poetry List of Deeds October 21, 2009December 30, 2015 The Truth will not reveal itself to the idle mind. We must sometimes engage in things which we might find uncomfortable, the least of which may be the admission that we were previously incorrect about something. Concurrently, this sometimes uncomfortable journey may bring us to a bridge we have to… Read More
Poetry Discovering your tiger face February 28, 2009April 27, 2018 There once was a tiger that lived in the jungle. She gave birth to a baby tiger cub, but then she died, leaving her cub alone in the world. The little cub went out searching for a mother. Read More
Poetry Heavenly Peace December 18, 2013March 30, 2016 Heavenly Peace is the phrase of the day And all nations seek this in their special way. Some barter, some threaten, some wait for a sign… That all will be good, promised by the Divine. Some answer the calls of our leaders’ desires To rise up and kill as soldiers… Read More