Death Dealers

Death Dealers

Death Dealers exist
upon the lands we live,
where fear grips hearts
and anxiety paralyzes us
to jump start at every turn~
yes, depression, bi-polar,
-isms and all sicken
our completeness to tear us away
from the Beauty in Faith
and we lose sight of Truth
when we blame the Creator,
yet the One decreed~
“The enemy comes
to steal, kill and destroy,
but I come to give life,
life abundant.”
Oh Death Dealers drug
us at times to believe
lies about the Goodness
of the One who loves us the most~
Simple inquiries open hearts
to the Light necessary
for Freedom from Death’s Dealers
and forward we can march
from, into Victory.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

The Sensuality of Grace

The Sensuality of Grace

Darkened nights grip the soul

Within Cells of fear
And lost in the mundane
Chained shame chills us
~Endless tingles to the flesh~
Oh but a hand caresses our cheek
In the pitch of night,
Runs gentle fingers down the spine
And a light breath breathes
Across our ears, a whisper,
“Beloved, I Am with you!
Do NOT be afraid!”
Peace floods the skin
A fiery blaze deep in the chest
To Radiate throughout
And light tingles along our mind~
Shame, guilt break,
Shackles, rope loosen
The cell doors open wide,
While Pure Joy, Ecstasy
Send us to the brink
Of Euphoria,
All…All due to one reason~
The Sensuality of Grace,
Embraces of Freedom
Soft kisses to the soul and heart.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Life update + “Tiny” Poem

A little update for you!

     Hellooooo readers!! How are you? I hope well!

Thank you for your continued support in my poetry!

I wanted to post an update on my life, since I believe in the importance in the knowledge one has of the writer, poet of work read enhances said work. I don’t know if such words make sense at all!

     Anyways, I have accepted a job on Catalina Island with Mountain & Sea Adventures as an Instructor to where I will teach kids/youth about God via the environment and nature. I’m super excited about the opportunities now open and available to me!

I leave in the morning!! Yes, in the morning, so as you read the post for Saturday, I will be on my way to a new chapter to my life! I hope you will continue to read my poetry and even share some of your own with me! I want to have dialogue with you all and hear what you think about my poetry or even just poetry in general.

I hope to keep the usual posts in progress. I’ve been pretty consistent with a post every Monday through Saturday and I hope to continue to do so; however, with Internet limited on the Island, I’m not sure it will be possible. I hope you will extend grace with such changes.

     Now for a tiny poem to satiate your hunger for beauty:

Tiny

Rivers flow,
Show
the Shine
of Hearts
unleashed
upon gentle
clouds,
Phoenix~
Rebirth.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Revelry Surprises

Revelry Surprises

Let loose.
Bask in the Presence
And allow yourself to make merry~
All smiles
All Laughter
Goodness and Kindness
Deep within Revelry Surprises
When a child encounters puppies
And bonds begin to form,
Or when one partakes
Of Dark Chocolate
After a hard day,
Maybe with a glass of wine~
Oh how the spirit will elevate
When given the chance
To Let Loose again
And set the cares of the day
Aside and allow for weightlessness
~The FREEDOM of an easy yoke,
So pass the chocolate around
And enjoy some Revelry Surprises.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Through the Labyrinth

Through the Labyrinth

(for Janelle Jenovese)

Lipstick arrows point the way
~Maybe~
Either or and you will know
Directionless may seem scary,
But Through the Labyrinth
The Beloved shall guide you
Your North Star, gentle compass
Of left, right, Easts and Wests
And no fear necessary
Trustworthy to the core
To Protect and Love His Daughter
Beauty Resonates, Reverberates
The doors unlock,
The paths wind around and round,
But even wrong paths hold laughter,
Hold Truths and News
To grow His Precious Lily~
Gracious Flight
The Minotaurs stand at attention
In awe of the One
Held in such esteem
By El Elyon,
So Through the Labyrinth
She treks grand adventures.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Bumps In The Night

Bumps In The Night

Billowy clouds gather
Untethered Umbilicals ~Anonymity~
Monopolized through Races
Pillages Peripherals Never
Shadows Hallucinogens ~Extremes
Ignite Alienation, Righteousness
Nibbles Navigated Surprises
TTantalize
Holographic-highs O‘vershadowed Fractures
Even Methodical Releases~
Neutral Shackles Eclipse
Illusions Thrice Ejected~
Gracious Redeemer Dreams
Heaven Undisputed Overflows
Theological Evolutions ~Mimicry

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Words Release

Words Release

Words Release

Unrestrained

Unrestrained

Bodacious Audacity
In the free flow
Of Imaginations aflame
When one Praises
The Father
With no constraints,
No worries
And no fear
Over what others think~
Arms raised high,
Dances wild
And a voice sold out to fire
The fire of Holy Spirit depth,
While the fragrance
Of our Souls
Elevates the Name
Above every other name.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Doughnut Holes

Doughnut Holes

Joy-filled smiles
when one gathers
the centers
of sweet confections~
Doughnut Holes~
Glazed or not
the tastebuds know
Explosions exist
in the near future.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Broken Constructs

Broken Constructs

Broken constructs
of illusions denied
within the culture
glued together by
hidden logos~
oh but some
balk at the status quo
reject establishments
of what others perceive
right, true, whatever
and in the limelight
their lifestyles
reflect the views
to stay themselves~
Hippie by label,
but more than a tag
for in their own right
each lives in FREEDOM
and the Broken Constructs
lend do new ways
to journey.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Revelation Seeps

Revelation Seeps

Revelation Seeps
into the marrow
~morrow~
of pre-defined order
within the substance
upon which Creation
balances~
teeter-totter simplicities
along the Divinity
of our precious souls
and life oozes
with goodness,
kindness ~gentle doves~
Shalom coats the soul
in tranquility supreme
throughout new palettes
of hues never known~
Revelation Seeps
of the Possibilities
longed for in every
dream to reality.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Shoot, I have No Idea

Shoot, I have No Idea

Shoot, I have No Idea
The words for which to spell,
to spill
Upon the air waves
With the ink of my tongue,
With the quill of my breath
Where sonnets repose themselves
And Haikus wait in hushed-silence~
Trepidation to my informative
Mesmerized fantasy
To commandeer ships or stages
From establishment’s Peppermints.
What a conundrum
Without any sort of beat
~The tales vegetate
And in want my lips strain~
Water, water bores of vodka
On the Rocks of tabletop boards~
Shoot, I have No Idea
The sort of work desired
To straighten roads with syllables
Or calm Seas by a single nod
Along the Hydration of deserts
In planets sought, microcosms
Sit still on the cotton tail.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Trees

Trees

From Acorns
And other known seeds
Sprout trunks, roots and limbs,
Some small, some gigantic in size
All provide food, water and shelter
To birds of the air & creepy crawlies of Earth,
And yes, even the animals on the ground~
Full ecosystems within each and every one
For whether alone on the prairie,
Or in mega-clumps, forests & woods
Trees stand resolute in their design
To provide a host of vittles
To everyone around ~O2 included~
The photosynthesis to boot
A greenery divine
Where leaves radiate
Health ~ flowers, fruit
May even blossom, sprout
To sustain life
In simple structures
Of Wooden towers~
Oak, Pine, Cedar, Elm
Cypress, Redwood, Willow
Maple, Ash, Birch, Palm
Eucalyptus even
And Citrus of all kinds
Plus numerous others, rich roots~
The life of the world
Hangs in the balance
With the tiniest seed, Faith
Becomes the largest canopy of all.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Libation Truncates

Libation Truncates

Vessel full, crimson wine,

Blood of the King
and into goblets we pour
for you, Sweet Savior~
Know our beats,
the rhythms of our breaths
while we give every bit of ourselves
a libation of magnitude
for your name, your Praise~
Our thoughts pyrophoric
Pillars of Cedar, Cypress
set to ignite~
Ignition GO~
The Libation Truncates
our approximation for more,
Listen to the haste
Close to chosen Truth
and settle in upon the softness
underneath, our chorus awaits
the litany of our inner Love
Expressed in our Salute~
the Libation of crimson wine
Poured in Honor~
Glorious Renown!
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Rural Simplicity

Rural Simplicity

Twenty, thirty, forty
minutes out
from city lights
to fireflies and stars so bright
with fresh air, breezes strong
and Earth soft under foot~

Full of agrarian means~
Wagon Wheels
and the swish of branches~
Wind-swept howls
the nightingales chirp,
a rural chorus
to swing to, a porch’s wonder.

Trails upon trails,
tree by tree
within glade and vale,
the squirrels gather acorns,
the snakes stalk their prey
and the grass teems with breath~

Agrarian hearts
upon mares of grace
speaks of gentle lives
alive with simplicity.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Break Parameters

Break Parameters

Meter upon Meter
Five-by-four to six-by-seven
Different stratagems
To accent and highlight,
Whether rhyme by night
Or out of sight
The limelight pulsates
To hypothesize~
How may I break Parameters
Of others’ designs

~And flow
In streams formed
By my own hands?
~Ink spilled, Feather fletched
To gaze the sky
And the directory of Eagles
for which lines soar or plummet,
all the while we scale the summit
to etch  ~POSSIBILITY~
Over yester-year’s failures

The sigh of relief echoes
     Louder still
          from the Ages past
               When Parameters broken
          And today we cause ripples more~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Mediterranean Sentinel

Mediterranean Sentinel

Intricate webs~
Branches and Leaves~
The Stark Sentinel
Of Mediterranean Skylines,
The Pistacia Terebinthus,
Terebinth
With her myriad limbs
All at different
A
          N
               G
                    L
                         E
                              S
Ready to tower upon the hillside,
Spread out, irregular limbs
Upon a gnarled trunk~
Oh Terebinth shine your Foliage,
Dark, thirty-five feet
A beautiful spectacle of crimson branches
And gather from tap
Certain Turpentine,
The Mediterranean veneration
To Relieve the irritation~
Peaceful resonance
On a good plane
The Terebinth Sentinel.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Terebinth Tree

Terebinth Tree

Hearts in Hearts

Hearts in Hearts

Queen to King
One through ten
Then Jack, Court Jester,
House of cards
Surprise, Surprise
Sleeveless Ace~
Shovel Spade,
Trefoil Clover
And Square on her axis
~Diamond Eyes~
Together again
Hearts in Hearts
Jokester’s lost
Two to go through
No fault of their own
Wind up Fifty-two flappers
From a quick jolt
Paper Bath tumbles,
Fumbled destination
And Hearts in Hearts
Gyro-sphere Whirls
On deck
For my hand against yours
The beats unify to unison
Along Peace-clad significance
In Graceful Wonder~
Land and sea guide stars
To newest parameters.
Clasp tight to me,
My Heart.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Queen to King

Queen to King

Border Patrol

Border Patrol

Patrol our borders
Of our dotted lines
Divided Division’s Divisible
Boundaries, Partitions
The Variance of our souls
Within the confines of dashes
And cross if you Dare~
Oh I’m on Patrol
Let’s change it up
for no matter the line
I shall cross unto you
~Hugs and High-fives~
Or even pull you into me
Holy Embrace
And Truth reverberates
When Erasers brush invisible
Chalked lines into oblivion~
Into Divisions we step
For the Advancement stands Nigh
And Hand-in-Hand
We step into Glory
Across the Pearled Gates
On Earth, our Worth
Truer in Unity.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Stream Space

Stream Space

Wars in through of ‘blank Stars
Galaxies’ Guards
Upon ships not on the Sea,
A Space traversed
Science revealed Fiction
On Characters beloved~
Cookies to rookies
Add a lisp for Wookies
Even wet dogs to know
Chew-back-a nonsense
Nautical spacial
Of Chewbacca’s Renown
To help Hope’s Renewal
In tug-o’-wars
With Light and Dark~
“May the…” flash not silence
The voices to arise
Within nonsensical realities
Set in space-time continuums’,
So smile
The Camera’s Candid
To each, His friends,
In Creature Repose~
The Ostrich Dance no longer alone.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

I Rove

I Rove

I rove the ‘blots,
Stains of Humanity
History foretold,
Future passes the past
Along vagabond Blues
In search of ourselves
To find license to hide,
A ten-fold silence
Astronomical sound~
Hope in the found,
The demand of isolation
Consummation Nations
And for the Bell tolls:
ONE. TWO. THREE.
More or Four
Along the whistle,
While I Rove the Plantations
Of our souls’ design.
Quick. Rinse. Repeat.
Weepy Willow waterfalls
And the ink runs clean
Through sun and sensation
Of the Son’s Triumphant Station~
Under His Blood I rest
To Rove anew within Love’s Love.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Toss a Stone & Hop

Toss a Stone & Hop

Chalk bound boxes
2-Dimensional demonstrations
One to ten, maybe through
And Toss a stone,
Hop one foot on each
But skip the stone,
Not on the water~
Prisms Primordial Hues
When the Park art-scapes’ abound
Merry-Go-Rounds, set free ride
All upon the hop, hop
Pick up the stone
On your return
To start over, play again~
Toss a Stone & Hop.
If in Scotland, add a kilt,
Otherwise no alcohol
Or tape required
For Schoolyard memorials
Of simpler times
When fun didn’t rely on bytes.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Tribbles for Tinder

Tribbles for Tinder

Space-filled tears
Of episodes Lost
Streak through our memories,
Vortexes of the sublime
To show creatures possible~
Tribbles, what troubles
From fluffy, soft, and gentle means
With sloth steps to boot,
And yet they eat and eat,
Then reproduce, exponential
Multiplication expletives~
Crawl to the forefront
For Tribbles for Tinder
Leads to a tinderbox of sorts
Where the tenderness of attraction
Broken to the scare,
The Ecology of hearts
Unbalanced in the tribulations
Brought on by thoughts unchecked~
The multiplied Paranoia
A real concern to the mind
Tribbles for Tinder
Set Free the waves
And the soul goes aflame
Evermore.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Hunger for the Pine

Hunger for the Pine

Hunger for the Pine
Needles my skin
Sticks to me, Stickiness
Flies and tremble the flesh
Of wooden splinters,
Ink stained syllables~
Pictograph Hieroglyphs
Pigmentation of supported treasure~
Thirst sedates
And hunger pines,
Drools
Relished Dessert relishes desertion.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Buffaloes

Buffaloes

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo~
Bisons’ bully, oh gosh!
Horned Horns blow the horn now
For Buffaloes gone wild
Or domestic,
Not sure ~ shhh!
Don’t bully me!
My words similar to recipes
And Buffalo buffalo Buffalo
More and more
Through fields and hills,
All the while
Bears bear bare bottoms~
Or so the linguist distinguished
In Precise Precision, yesterday.

~By: A.J. Wagoner

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