It puzzles me how computers think
In numbers and not in words
In logic and not in meaning
How can this be thinking?
If I were in a spaceship
And looked out the window
I would be awed by the stars
Humbled by the silence
A machine gazes into the abyss
And nothing gazes back
A star is another number
No fear is in that
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Monday, May 29, 2017
Distracted
Sometimes the colors mean nothing to me
Intricate designs I cannot see
Elegant groups of yellow, blue, and red
Are invisible before the almighty loose thread
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Intricate designs I cannot see
Elegant groups of yellow, blue, and red
Are invisible before the almighty loose thread
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Ascended
To be everywhere, with everyone
That gathers in your name
To bless the east, and the west
The north, the south, the same
To be in our hearts and in our minds
To be our daily bread
You left, ascended, so you could be
With us as you said
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
That gathers in your name
To bless the east, and the west
The north, the south, the same
To be in our hearts and in our minds
To be our daily bread
You left, ascended, so you could be
With us as you said
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Friday, May 26, 2017
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Stubborn
Against the chaos in the streets and the evil in my eyes
Discipline competes and gives the world surprise
Persistance is the virtue of the civilized I say
Stubbornness the virtue of those made of clay
But powers have no home, no grasp of fortitude
Temperance to them is puritanical or rude
Life is to be used and people to be played
And the only discipline is when the conquered are arrayed
Without a stubborn base, without persistence at its core
Without that bloody place that opened heaven's door
Just a little shake, a rattle, or a slip
Can have all that power be loosened from one's grip
Discipline is being, working with your hands
Stubbornness in seeing God in simple plans
One foot again in motion towards the goal
Persistence keeps the head on straight and whole
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Discipline competes and gives the world surprise
Persistance is the virtue of the civilized I say
Stubbornness the virtue of those made of clay
But powers have no home, no grasp of fortitude
Temperance to them is puritanical or rude
Life is to be used and people to be played
And the only discipline is when the conquered are arrayed
Without a stubborn base, without persistence at its core
Without that bloody place that opened heaven's door
Just a little shake, a rattle, or a slip
Can have all that power be loosened from one's grip
Discipline is being, working with your hands
Stubbornness in seeing God in simple plans
One foot again in motion towards the goal
Persistence keeps the head on straight and whole
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Loud Hurrahs
Loud hurrahs and ecstatic crowds
I'd much prefer rain and clouds
A sun to shine, and a moon to glow
In a cabin on a lake I know
And deep into an abyss I'd gaze
Losing myself in a silent haze
Until I can without a pause
Walk into crowds with loud hurrahs
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
I'd much prefer rain and clouds
A sun to shine, and a moon to glow
In a cabin on a lake I know
And deep into an abyss I'd gaze
Losing myself in a silent haze
Until I can without a pause
Walk into crowds with loud hurrahs
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
Crafty Lies
Crafty lies and foolish minds
That is the origin of our crime
Repeating small lies in daily grinds
Exacerbates it in time
On what line does fault lie?
Where do we cross from innocence?
We gnash our teeth and cry
In prisons of our own twisted sense
And yet a hand reaches down
Humiliating as it is to greet
The man wearing the thirty crown
On our knees, at His feet
Years and years of mud and blood
Make that smile hurt that much more
But in my heart there dwells a bud
A flower of hope, for me He bore
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
That is the origin of our crime
Repeating small lies in daily grinds
Exacerbates it in time
On what line does fault lie?
Where do we cross from innocence?
We gnash our teeth and cry
In prisons of our own twisted sense
And yet a hand reaches down
Humiliating as it is to greet
The man wearing the thirty crown
On our knees, at His feet
Years and years of mud and blood
Make that smile hurt that much more
But in my heart there dwells a bud
A flower of hope, for me He bore
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Promise
The fanciest of knightly oaths
The richest words of kings
Words written in bloody sea and boasts
The jokes the jester sings
Are not present here in any way
Just a simple silent man
Who will look you forthright in the eye
And simply say, "I can."
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
The richest words of kings
Words written in bloody sea and boasts
The jokes the jester sings
Are not present here in any way
Just a simple silent man
Who will look you forthright in the eye
And simply say, "I can."
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Friday, May 19, 2017
Thursday, May 18, 2017
True Gems
True gems have no shine
Facets worn through time
Settings in humble stone
The world cannot condone
The world cannot be glad
Driven as if 'twere mad
To this and that with glitter
And gone afore it may wither
Never content, joyful, at peace
Its madness does not cease
And now I know with time
True gems have no shine
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Facets worn through time
Settings in humble stone
The world cannot condone
The world cannot be glad
Driven as if 'twere mad
To this and that with glitter
And gone afore it may wither
Never content, joyful, at peace
Its madness does not cease
And now I know with time
True gems have no shine
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Apathy, it Kills
Such a terrible thing boredom
Such a killjoy of tiny smiles
But a mass killjoy it remains
Removing glee in massive piles
Removing the ability to be sincere
In even the simplest of smiles
Single straws that break a camel's back
Weighing down for miles and miles
Hiding from us the joy of a flower
Because it wasn't one of the new styles
Taking with it that bit of color
That would a child his smiles
Such a terrible thing boredom
In its ironic singleton of styles
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Such a killjoy of tiny smiles
But a mass killjoy it remains
Removing glee in massive piles
Removing the ability to be sincere
In even the simplest of smiles
Single straws that break a camel's back
Weighing down for miles and miles
Hiding from us the joy of a flower
Because it wasn't one of the new styles
Taking with it that bit of color
That would a child his smiles
Such a terrible thing boredom
In its ironic singleton of styles
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
Nada
What have I to offer?
Nothing. I have nothing.
What have I to give?
Only nonsense and contradiction
Not even simple fiction
I have nothing, not a thing
Nothing good to give
I am a phantom creature
An image, very blurred
But the only things I have to give
The only things that matter
Were given on a platter
To me. It's that absurd
This odd thing that I live
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Nothing. I have nothing.
What have I to give?
Only nonsense and contradiction
Not even simple fiction
I have nothing, not a thing
Nothing good to give
I am a phantom creature
An image, very blurred
But the only things I have to give
The only things that matter
Were given on a platter
To me. It's that absurd
This odd thing that I live
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Do We Worry
Do we worry about our breath
Or should we worry about our death
When the breath of God enflames
And calls us by our names?
It is in faith that life is made
Sacrosanct, a tranquil glade,
A temple of the living One
A library under a joyful sun
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Or should we worry about our death
When the breath of God enflames
And calls us by our names?
It is in faith that life is made
Sacrosanct, a tranquil glade,
A temple of the living One
A library under a joyful sun
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Friday, May 12, 2017
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Get a Clue
In the kitchen with a wrench
Mr. Green fixed a leak
In the conservatory on a bench
Professor Plum was shooting skeet
In the library, the candlestick
Helped Mrs. White read a novel
In the ballroom, Colonel Mustard pricked
His finger on a blade's pommel
The lead pipe with Miss Scarlet
Tied by rope from Mrs. Peacock
Was thrown from the study wet
Into the hall and hit the clock
With all this bloody din
I was certainly quite tense
But the only Boddy done in
Was my common sense
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Mr. Green fixed a leak
In the conservatory on a bench
Professor Plum was shooting skeet
In the library, the candlestick
Helped Mrs. White read a novel
In the ballroom, Colonel Mustard pricked
His finger on a blade's pommel
The lead pipe with Miss Scarlet
Tied by rope from Mrs. Peacock
Was thrown from the study wet
Into the hall and hit the clock
With all this bloody din
I was certainly quite tense
But the only Boddy done in
Was my common sense
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
A Lovely Trip
Dusted round the upper shelves
Are ornamental knick knacks
Brought back from many continents
When an gentleman still made tracks
Now all that's left of adventure
Is covered in grime and wax
And the spirit of adventure
Is covered by many cracks
Not so! It is your eyes that've failed!
These books and mugs have seen many a tale
That chair, this rug, cannot avail
In telling all the journeys they've seen!
It seems your soul has turned deathly pale
At just a quarter of the places they've been!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Are ornamental knick knacks
Brought back from many continents
When an gentleman still made tracks
Now all that's left of adventure
Is covered in grime and wax
And the spirit of adventure
Is covered by many cracks
Not so! It is your eyes that've failed!
These books and mugs have seen many a tale
That chair, this rug, cannot avail
In telling all the journeys they've seen!
It seems your soul has turned deathly pale
At just a quarter of the places they've been!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Monday, May 8, 2017
Wrath
Ire and irritation
Provides its own irrigation
Its own locomotion
An unpopular notion
But not its own rails
And guided through dales
It loses its gleam
And runs out of steam
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Provides its own irrigation
Its own locomotion
An unpopular notion
But not its own rails
And guided through dales
It loses its gleam
And runs out of steam
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
No Good Can Be Done
No good can be done by wrongful ways
By shameful acts no light shines true
Thieves covered in darkness do no praise
Give no glory to goodness, to You
There are no saints except through You
No gains be got unless by your cross
If not by Your hand, no beauty is true
No virtue pure, and all men dross
But by the flow from your pierced side
That music that the angels sing
Drowning the world in a joyful tide
You call your children: priest, prophet, king
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
By shameful acts no light shines true
Thieves covered in darkness do no praise
Give no glory to goodness, to You
There are no saints except through You
No gains be got unless by your cross
If not by Your hand, no beauty is true
No virtue pure, and all men dross
But by the flow from your pierced side
That music that the angels sing
Drowning the world in a joyful tide
You call your children: priest, prophet, king
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Friday, May 5, 2017
Thursday, May 4, 2017
On Prayer
It's perhaps the most terrifying
Facing the unchangeable
Knowing you will not come out
The same as you went in
Accepting such a change, a death
As necessary, inevitable
The most terrifying thing about life
Is not losing it but rather
Facing the one who gave it to you
Without holding back
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Facing the unchangeable
Knowing you will not come out
The same as you went in
Accepting such a change, a death
As necessary, inevitable
The most terrifying thing about life
Is not losing it but rather
Facing the one who gave it to you
Without holding back
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Utter Nonsense
Blizzzt and zilingle runs the roof of my mouth
Claaghhn kirishin tamnt tells me the passing of the day
Meeting with friends fills flizin psanper klaugh
Serious joy within flippant clay
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Claaghhn kirishin tamnt tells me the passing of the day
Meeting with friends fills flizin psanper klaugh
Serious joy within flippant clay
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Monday, May 1, 2017
Walking From Distraction Demands a Graceful Light of Hope
Speakers speak in flowery words
Of things unreal, deceptive, and mad
Flying from truth as quickly as birds
Clinging to meaningless myst in herds
While in an Emperor's clothing they're clad
Noise in text, those tweets and bubbles
Hypnotic glare from rectangular glows
Pushed in all stops to mute our troubles
Pushed in our ears for the glamour of doubles
To avert our sight from the ravens and crows
For if we were to stop the noise and listen
We would hear the silence of Scrooge's grave
Where all is sold that had gleam or glisten
And then, delighted, starts the devil's hissin'
To strike our souls, to let courage cave
But those children of light who practice hope
Will have enough oil in their lamps that night
And out from that cave climbing their rope
Cleansed in blood far stronger than soap
Will greet the Bridegroom in His might
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Of things unreal, deceptive, and mad
Flying from truth as quickly as birds
Clinging to meaningless myst in herds
While in an Emperor's clothing they're clad
Noise in text, those tweets and bubbles
Hypnotic glare from rectangular glows
Pushed in all stops to mute our troubles
Pushed in our ears for the glamour of doubles
To avert our sight from the ravens and crows
For if we were to stop the noise and listen
We would hear the silence of Scrooge's grave
Where all is sold that had gleam or glisten
And then, delighted, starts the devil's hissin'
To strike our souls, to let courage cave
But those children of light who practice hope
Will have enough oil in their lamps that night
And out from that cave climbing their rope
Cleansed in blood far stronger than soap
Will greet the Bridegroom in His might
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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