Oh, Wanderer

Your passion will fade; it’s imminent,
And your attitude is simply arrogant.
Oh, Wanderer, your pain is so evident.

I would hate to know the real me;
You must wallow about in self-pity.
Oh, Wanderer, you must get lonely.

Rolling over to find no one there,
You think your life is better? It doesn’t even compare.
Oh, Wanderer, you live a life of desperate despair.

Jordan McFarlen

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Too Late

When the stars appear
As the sun sets,
There’s no sense
In a good night’s rest.
Soon, it will be too late.
Before you know it
The sun will rise again,
And with it, the day
Of your great escape.

Jordan McFarlen

Midnight Spirit

When my ears hear the call
And my eyes settle on wings above,
The Raven flees the volary of my mind.
Golden Eagle, Holy Dove enter in its place.
All is right, all is well—free, free, free
From the Flames of hell.
But idle distraction takes me away,
And I leave open the door of my cerebral aviary.

My ears hear the beating of wings familiar.
I come to my senses and sprint for the entry,
But she’s already through the gate
She’s stolen the key; I’m too late.
She’s stronger now, also more cunning—
Not to mention, all the more stunning.
There’s a flash of white, then I realize
Day has turned into night—something, something isn’t right.

All I remembered was changing;
Her beauty was already fading.
Pitter patter, tremble tremble—
This isn’t her, it’s the devil.
My heart is racing, my hands are shaking
The wings of the bird before me flap violently;
A crackle and croak, Satan appears amid a sultry smoke.
He had taken a Raven’s form, this entire time it wasn’t her.

Now, we’re face to face and eye to eye—
He’s crooked, ugly, and no longer disguised.
A snarling smirk emerges from dry lips;
Every aspect of his being is burnt to the crisp.
He reaches out his hand to my face;
I want to run, but I am frozen in place.
Then the silence is broken by a sound from above.
A whirring and cooing, the melody of a single Dove.

The devil’s demeanor then did break;
He cringed and crumbled into a snake—
His primitive and putrid Garden state.
He stood his ground as much as a legless fiend could.
But the Holy Dove my shoulder now bore
Continued its coo, a battle cry of spiritual war.
In the distance, a scream pierced the night.
Calvary’s call, the Golden Eagle was in flight.

I saw its approach, over the trees;
His golden wings gleaming and gliding with ease.
The serpent gave up its stance and slithered away,
But the Eagle swiftly landed with talons unsheathed,
He crushed the serpent’s head beneath His feet.
At that moment, day broke through the night and the Sun rose
To His rightful place. While Eagle and Dove took roost
In the trees, my mind and soul calmed—I could finally breathe.

Jordan McFarlen

From: Dust To: Dust

The desert dust rises and it falls; the silence calls.
The sand sings songs of sadness and serenity.
The monsters in the wind wander aimlessly.
Made from dust only to return;
Wind chasing, breathing and dying.
Bickering, clambering and crying.
Discontented souls, the restless dead
Searching for their happy end.
There is no joy apart from the Creator of this walking ground;
The King who defeated death waits with a holy crown.

Jordan McFarlen

In A Moment of Darkness

In a moment of darkness,
My heart hardens and
I take a bow.

The show is over;
The lights go down.

In a moment of darkness,
I step into the lake and
There I drown.

Jordan McFarlen

All We Dreamed Before Us

The open road and the traveler’s home.
We breathed in cigarette smoke
As we stepped in that old hotel room.
The desert dust and age-old monuments
Fresh in our minds, it was all we had
And all we dreamed before us.
It was life, it was love—it was wanderlust.

Jordan McFarlen

Wild Animal Way Out

The mountain lion licked me,
And the black bear bit me.
The wolf pack wanted me,
But the grizzly bear got me.

Jordan McFarlen

Figment

When I’m hiking through old forests’ trees,
I can’t imagine living in the city.
I’ve seen splendid beauty so few will ever see,
The likes of elves, nymphs, and one peculiar fairy.

The wildest creatures of the mountain.
My first sighting, oh joy, I was overcome.
Hours I waited until my legs were numb
Just for a glimpse of wings reflecting the sun.

Now, these creatures, you see,
(You must excuse me, I mean to say those which I see)
They can be skeptics, just like you, because they don’t believe in me.
Oh, but I believe in them, and soon, you too will see.

Jordan McFarlen

Night Sky’s Goodbye

She sees the new day
As it’s about to break
So she kisses the mountaintops
Before they wake.

Her time had come,
But what joy befell her
In that moment,
When she met the Sun.

The end of one story,
Made perfect by a new one’s beginning,
Fulfilling an everlasting promise,
Sealed by surrender and Love’s bidding.

Oh, what kind of constellation is Cancer
Man may never have the answer.

Jordan McFarlen

Bend, Break

I feel it in my bones
This is life, this is life.
I bend and I bend
This is life, this is life.
I break and I break
This is life, this is life.
I can’t stay, take me away
This is life, but is this life?

Jordan McFarlen