Hi, My name is Micah Park Biffle, I am the author of ' A Man's Traveled Heart,' I am a Veteran who found in understanding of my self through writing. I consider myself an architect of the imagination. Here you will see my creations come to life. My short stories, poems, my thoughts, and a little touch of my life. (I AM SLOWLY MOVING OF BLOGGER< FOR NEW STORIES PLEASE CLICK THE "MEDIUM" LINK TO THE LEFT)
The World Has Fallen Today
The World Has Fallen Today
The world fell apart this morning, the music that once played upon my heart has grown silent. The world is still, but I am moving. I watch with sympathy and tears as this world tears apart. I see flowers strangled by violent hands from merely having petals of different shades.
I see tongues twist from the hardest soils only to poison the innocent. I feel myself floating, lost in this chaos as I struggle to lend a hand. As I praise the goodness I see. As I spread kind words to those around me and stand against the corruption of heart. I praise the goodness with prayer, with love, with an open heart and a blade. A blade set to cut the rotted tongues from our soils.
I praise goodness as I watch the floods that sweep through villages like visible plague. But I see hands reaching deep into the illness, deep into the disease and pull free the weak. Though their hands may become ill and they may pass from this life to the next.
I watch in horror as evil speaks with black clothes and a hidden face. As young minds corrupt the word of mouth. As truth becomes distorted for ones own pleasurable rise. But I do not feel anger, but sorrow, grief, for these souls. For they have been swallowed by the devils lust. Fed with a feast of lies from which is served in the temptation of movement, of change. But what I see is hate, anger, and naive blindness.
But I do not fear the out comes of these distorted souls, nor the out come of this world. For these ill brought tongues, need only a moment of truth. Though it may come with a blunt edge. Truth is no fool to corruption and the devils eye. For like the shifting of the earth. it will be felt by all.
For no soul deserves the being of hate for the devil has already brought a brimming pale. And children have been sold the devils spoiled fruits at the hands of their own blood.
I do not fear, for I know I place is at my suffering in front of me. And I burden each ounce of it with the desire to act well upon others and give more than I have. I am a man of poverty, of anxiety, and a broken heart.
But I wish no ill acts upon any, for no hate breeds wealth, health, or kindness. I am but a soul who was no better off, than the tongues that poison. But I no longer breed gardens upon ill soils, soils of pity, soils of lies, soils of pompous rhetoric.
I only act to plant seeds of new, seeds of plenty, seeds that grow from suffering but bloom with life. The world has fallen today, but I bring faith to the table, and I bring it for all.
A Summer Bird's Winter Perch I watch this lonely bird chirp upon a slopping branch. Its feet wrapped firmly around the thin finger of bark. As I watch, I commiserate its position. Sitting there, alone, singing with no others to listen. Speaking I assume, to itself. Maybe contemplating its unfortunate circumstance. For the rest had already left for the winter. If I am not mistaken it was only a few days ago that I watched a flurry of birds dart by. Their wings flapping against the brisk wind collectively. Not a single one appeared worried of their journey. Their shadows crawled quickly across the empty streets during a fall evening. I watched them pass by like a feather floating down stream. I couldn't help but wonder, how long must they fly? What winds must they fight, what elements must they battle against? All must be against them as is every moment in time is against us all? Yet they fly forth to the heat of earth. Dependent upon their survival but, what
Step Out! Out, Out from the gloom, The obscure breath of doubt Take stone, break thy yoke, Let trouble fall, let shoulders be lifted, Flow, to the heavens Be but strain no more, Open wide, thy mouth, Let prayer fill thy tongue Be parched no more. Stillness in heart Though seas roar like lions, And beast snarl among mist, Step, Out! To mercy of life, Ease, be reborn. Let no shackle of past Be meaning for tear Take hammer, Fracture the cumbersome Be feet of swift Fill your days with strides, Though dunes widen And heat scorches thy soles. Out, Step out from thy fear, There is another to call To breach, To reach your heart Though thee be of man, Let not thy eyes of flesh Be the dealings of truth, Wander, In aspect to be whole Be not the coward hidden in cave, A creature curled Like frightened doe, For he walks beside thee, Like king among his men, A sword of greatness Sways from his belt, Ready, To swing against thy enemies, A presence more bold Than all the stars of a pitch sky.