Yesterday, as I stood among the reeds and the whistle of the wind and the softly falling rain,
I pondered the subject that I wouldn’t otherwise be so privy to this locale under differing circumstances.
Yesterday, as I listened to the song of the Mocking Bird and watched the Swans gracefully paddle across the pond,
I was filled with delight and awe at the splendor of God’s creation. “Just one more minute; I promise.
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Yesterday was the day I first exerted so much effort, first gave my whole body as a living sacrifice,
And yet, gained much more than I bargained for in return.
Yesterday I died.
~Jonathan
April 26th, 2007 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (5) · Tagged: Abstract Poetry, Blog
The sun is going down.
The birds are chirping,
The crickets cricketing,
And I am left to write about it.
The golden sky is turning
A dark Lavender,
And the beautiful rays of sunshine
Are shrinking back into their abode.
But the beauty of this time
Is watching life go to sleep.
She closes her eyes and covers up for the night,
Like a little boy I know growing tired.
It’s been nice to be here,
Experiencing the miracle of day’s end.
But I’m only human,
And it’s time for bed.
Good night, dear nature; I’ll see you in the morning,
When the sun’s golden rays
Will peek out from under their covers,
And the day will be brand new.
~Jonathan
September 4th, 2006 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (0) · Tagged: Abstract Poetry, Poems & Songs
My soul is connected to this eternal rhythm,
Pounding away within me so forceful, so overwhelming
That I almost scream to let it out. I’m talking about a feeling,
A music so pure and right that it goes down deep,
To my very soul. It connects with me; it moves with me.
In fact, it’s one with me.
There is no genre or class that can take
My love for this. I get high on the rush of endorphins
As I slap my bass and create a melody so pure an holy
That I weep with my instrument. I live through its wood and steel
As my hands mould to its flowing curves.
What music can do such things? What magic is there
That can take a man and a machine
And from the two create one?
I’m not talking about some stuffy style
That’s awash with form and order.
I’m not talking about some sticky, 4/4 time,
Forcing you to keep to its rigidity.
What I am talking about is love in its purest form.
What I am talking about is a sound
That speaks volumes without saying anything.
What I am talking about
Is Jazz.
~Jonathan
February 23rd, 2006 · Permalink · Back to Top · Comments (0) · Tagged: Abstract Poetry
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