Salt and Influence

 “Some salts do not hide from water, nor dissolve within it; one truly sovereign does not hide from influence, nor bend to it.”

Know Yourself

 "Know yourself or no one else will."

Thoughts Traversing by Dewayne Allday 6 May 2026

Thoughts, ideas and emotions

flow like water traversing 

a still and rocky mountainside

as the winter ice recedes

into spring warmth and beauty,

as the temperature increases

each step, each mile downward

until spreading flat and wide

as it feeds the roots of the

flowers, trees and so forth,

creating a living skirt,

around the mountain base -

a breathing perimeter,

a living symbiosis,

giving sustenance,

giving abundance,

giving life itself,

to those in need;

Nourishing the seeds

of the next generations.

Flourishing to precede

a new spring's creation.

Grow and Flow

by Dewayne Allday
28 April 2026

Sometimes we need opposites
to help us grow.
Sometimes we need similars
to help us flow.

We need seasons
to dice it up.
We need reasons
to fill our cup.

We need a cry
to feel ourselves.
We need a “bye”
to bleed ourselves.

Sometimes we need opposites
to help us go,
and we need similars
to help us show,

that we are alive…
and not alone…

that we are alive…
and not alone.

Old Black Wolf

by Dewayne Allday
21 November 2025

Old black wolf,
black as night,
dark as frolf,
snarling teeth,
the boundary wreath.

Ye blocked my path,
the forest's mast;
ye warned me through,
ye warned me pass,
ye knew me too-
ye warned me do.

Sovereign was,
and sovereign be,
sovereign all eternity.

Let it be,
be it may;
boundary stones,
be it lone.

Betrayals teach,
the lessons leach;
the flesh rebuilds,
fulfilment filled.

Promise kept,
promise wept-
at a cost,
nothing lost.

The wolf protects,
the wolf projects.

Be it is,
be it may,
it will be.

Jesus Wept

 Jesus wept (John 11:35). The shortest verse in the Bible. The profundity of its meaning seeps into my soul. Prior to crucifixion, Jesus was there for everyone who crossed His path or heard of Him. After His crucifixion and return, He is here for us all.  He healed the sick and gave sight to the blind.  He enabled the lame to walk and transitioned the deaf to hear.  He restored dignity and smooth skin to the lepers whereas beforehand everyone considered them repugnant. He showed love to adulterers and prostitutes. He reached out to the wealthy, the prideful, the materialistic and the politicians. He showed us that the poor were just as important as the rich, perhaps more so.  Yet, despite being there for everyone and despite healing and befriending thousands; who was there for him as he hung in pain, dripping of blood and dying on the cross? Who would take him down and save Him?  Only a trilogy of Marys and the disciple John remained with Him to the end.  The strongest chose themselves and in similar spirit, chose Barabbas instead of Christ.   Chose convenience and sin instead of inconvenience and repentance.  Thousands of people could have converged on the site, overpowered the guards, removed Him from the cross and repaired his wounds.  Yet, where was one person willing to inconvenience themselves just a little to give Him aid in His time of need?  Maybe they were cowards or perhaps disheartened, not understanding the profundity of why He had to hang there and die a physical death in the first place.  After all, surely God can save His own Son from death?  Surely the Son can save himself and not need help?  Is that not what a King does – save himself so that he may continue to save his people?  An all-powerful king saves who he saves and kills who he kills.  Yet Christ hung there.  When His body went limp with death, perhaps the memory of his miracles was forgotten even more.  God could have saved Jesus.  Jesus could have saved Jesus.  Assuredly, it wasn’t the people’s job to save Jesus.  He died and arose so that WE might be saved and arise.  He went through all of that knowing that we would leave him hanging so that He could be the empowered sacrificed Son that Isaac was not.  The strongest King does not need to save Himself because He conquers death.  Likewise, the weakest kings always die eventually.  Jesus became the last physically legitimate sacrifice for sin in the world.  He became the scapegoat that we cast our sins upon and He carries those sins away so that we might live. A humble donkey carried the King into Jerusalem for this ultimate and eternal sacrifice.  Christ, the humble yet great and powerful King, now carries the burdens and the weight of our heavy sins if we accept Him for His Word.  "Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! Shout aloud, O daughter of Jerusalem! Behold, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation is he, humble and mounted on a donkey."  (Zechariah 9:9).

Advice

 "When we are young, we wish we could get advice from our older self. When old, we need advice from our younger self."

Dewayne Allday

Ode to Sunsets....

By Dewayne Allday 

A spring flower in December,

a whisper to remember,

the sunlight glistening on a ripple,

like diamonds and pearls.

Simple wiggle, little dimple,

why do you tease me so?

Don’t you know I love you,

My heart and mind you know.

A song singing in the wind,

a sound delightful to no end.

A soft bird singing love songs,

sunlight glistening on his wings.

A wind blowing from the east

bringing a fragrance fit for kings

and memories to remember

jousting my heart as it seems.

Ode to sunsets, I say who,

I dew, I dew, I dew love you.

Ode to sunsets, I say red,

painting the water,

her paint brush said.

Ode to sunsets, I say blue,

the sun has gone,

and a calm is due.

Spend Resources on the Disease, not the Symptoms

 As certain countries in the world continue to grow increasingly aligned with Russia and China and the BRICs financial system (shifting away from the US Dollar), or as countries turn to a more neutral or adversarial role concerning the West, it should be obvious that we as Americans, and our allies, who know the dangers of the extreme right and the extreme left, should invest in the United States, and in each other, despite past, current or future problems.  

Even if it is a knee jerk reaction, hopefully many are finding new energy, motivation, and wising up to and attempting to strategize and repair the core basis of these problems for America's long term survival and more so, the survival and successful flourishment of old school Western thought on freedoms, justice, growth and survivability, so that our children and grandchildren and great grandchildren will not be born into a Third World country in this great land, and not be born into a fallen country that is and will be continuously manipulated and controlled as a pawn and satellite by its present day adversaries.  

Instead of focusing all our government's attention and resources on the symptoms of decline (rising domestic issues, etc.), the decline should be a-politically reverse engineered, analyzed and corrected in appropriate steps that ensure future survival and success while carefully and strategically maintaining peace in the world.  And it  needs to be completed ASAP and by the correct people.

If the decline is real, and it is my strong opinion that certainly it is  real floating around with great collection of direct and indirect evidence that point to the decline, then it is also real that a few future symptoms of continued decline are increased American struggles, protests, open rebellion, etc.  

It is better strategically to fight the disease, not the symptoms.  Fighting the symptoms is spinning in circles and a waste of valuable resources and lives.  The disease, in my opinion, is (are) the same things that I have discussed for two decades; the building China's weaponry, world dominance and influence with our own American dollars through exponentially buying their products, building their factories, and giving them the tools and the money to take over the world.  We are by far the largest net importer in the world. Almost every European country was at least smart enough to be a net exporter instead of net importer.  Even though net exports, they still had Chinese imports that enriched China and consequently, Chinas allies.  

When we closed our factories down and encouraged the building of those factories in China, we closed our private sector tax base, shrunk the U.S. Treasury, increased the National Debt, and have yet to admit that all of this is not only a very serious National Security Risk, but perhaps the biggest National Security Risk in the history of our young country.  It brings with it problems that are yet to be discovered and undoubtedly will be the largest since the formation of the United States.  As our factories closed, so did our tax revenue and consequently our National Debt increased as we imprisoned and destroyed the lives and future of those who lost hope during the factory closings and transitions to this intertwined New World Order, as they have been calling it.  Was the true motive of globalism profit or a more peaceful world. It certainly was sold as creating a more peaceful world.  That peace doesn't seem to be working out.  As the US factory base closed and moved to China, we adversely affected a large segment of the population that just were not designed to moved into the tech sector.  And, there were no promises that China would not invade our tech sector after they had built all of the factories and used American dollars to do so.  Not only that, we continually encourage the migration of cheap labor and this process has further escalated that bleeding of American factory jobs and increased our prison populations.

The propensity of future protests, future rebellions, future revolutions or future civil wars can be reversed and stopped strategically a decade in advance instead of continuing a bad path and later instigating things further by killing or arresting future Americans.  To change future history, the investigation, analysis, conclusions and concrete steps (open and covert) for the mitigated reversal of an incredibly bad path must not wait until the time arrives before implementation.  The Chinese and Russians and Iranians and their other allies would love to see the every resource in the United States tied up in fighting its own domestic issues.  Tying up all of our country's valuable resources on these domestic issues will certainly  enable our adversaries free reign on the world.  It will also increase the debt and prison populations and lower the tax base even more.

A free man pays taxes into the US Treasury and no matter what he mouths out about politics, he still supports the government through his money and his community service.  A man in prison is a drain on the system who collectively and continually increases the National Debt.  Not a single government or government contract job is a net contributor to the U.S. Treasury.  The taxes they pay cannot even pay their own salary much less the car they drive, building they are housed in, utility bills, benefits.  Long term, an increasing prison population is unsustainable just like an increasing government job base and shrinking private sector is unsustainable.  Take a man and put him in prison and in doing so, take the entire net taxes (in theory) of ten private sector tax paying men and use 100% of that income to pay for the one inmate.  Unsustainable.  I'm not saying release the murderers on death row, I'm simply saying that globalism increased the prison populations in the United States.  The factories closed and the factories were all that a certain class of people had to get a job, hold it, find productive purpose and stay out of trouble.  Only so many of these men can cut grass for others.  Globalism took them out of jobs and the War on Drugs crime laws took them out of society.  Only so many can replace the college kids at the fast food restaurants and become lifetime fast food cashiers or cooks.  Say what you will, but this idea of a huge prison population is one of the most logical reasons, outside of hatred, that Hitler really gassed the Jews.  The Jews were starving to death in his prison camps via shortages of food or a way to provide for them.  

We either increase the private sector's tax base exponentially by limiting imports from inferior waged countries (especially imports from our adversaries) or we keep increasing the per capita ratio of our nation's prison population and keep enriching our adversaries in multiple ways.  

Easier said than done right?  Not really.  Tariffs on China and Russia but no tariffs on our allies and/or equally waged countries.  The increased price of those Chinese goods  hit by the tariffs will cause the prices on the Chinese goods to increase which will encourage more made in America products to be purchased.  Long term it will cause existing American factories to be built or expanded.  But few American factory is going to trust and spend millions or billions of dollars in expansions or start ups if the tariffs are for one Presidential term only. That would be foolish.  These complications have to be sorted out ahead of time.  And, Americans deserve some of that tariff money back to replace some of the income lost in through the increased prices of the tariffs.

The rise of global monopolies is another National Security threat.  People can say what they want, but outside of exceptions to the rule, money influences though and foreign investments are no different.  If thirty percent of an American based globalist monopoly's money is brought in from our chief adversary (China), then it is not smart to allow those same people to directly or indirectly influence or be in charge of any American economic or political policy or law regarding the tariffs on China.  It will not be to these companies benefit to hurt their bottom line by transitioning away from China and Russia.   And building a new relationship with Indonesia and the Philippines (or whoever) to transition away from China and to get the same cheap labor from those countries will not help the shrinking American tax base or bring American factories back.  The population loss to either a government job or to prison will continue.

Despite being an American based company, they have an undivided interest in protecting their cash flow and their cash flow is directly dependent on China.  If a globalist monopoly is publicly traded, they are loyal to their company and investors.  Global monopolies are a fairly new threat that have not been properly analyzed.   Years ago American monopolies were nearly 100% domestic in the U.S. and therefore had strongest desires to support the long term success and growth of the United States.  For the first time in history, the last forty years (since early 90s), that is no longer the case.  Not only do the large businesses and monopolies have divided loyalties, the entire American population were instructed and encouraged to invest their retirement portfolios in Asian stocks and mutual funds.  We are all in to China's rise and takeover of the world, it seems.  The days of American based loyalties (in general) through strong allegiances to the United States have been severely weakened by this detente and merger with the Chinese economy. Thank-you Henry Kissinger and David Rockefeller for these serious National Security threats.  If a CIA officer received monetary contributions of a million dollars (or billions) from the Chinese or Russians, then certainly that would be noticed and be considered a betrayal and/or security concern.  You wouldn't put that guy in charge of US policy.  You might just arrest him for treason.  It is no different with globalist monopolies who influence U.S. policy which directly determines the survivability of the United States on the world stage.  Loyalty is important and common sense is equally important.  At a minimum, it is ethically wrong and a serious conflict of interests to the National Security of the United States to have this sort of foreign influence over policy.  

Shadow's Free

by Dewayne Allday 

12 November 2022

A dule of spying dove,

hovered out of reach, 

above, else they be eaten,

by the Shadow.

They had watched a friend

get swallowed up as

Shadow's nose, mouth, 

and friend pointed up,

dropped into Shadow's belly

in one triumphant gulp.

Excitement, freedom,

no more fences.

Admiration for wildness,

nature in uncompromised form,

perplexing perceived flaws,

all of which, cut into stone by

by natural dog bona fide laws;

unregulated, untamed,

and equally unapologetic

and forgotten by domestication.

Survival was a pack

that he had lost.

The dove hoped for kindness,

in their own way,

but kindness Shadow knew not.

His blood controlled him,

his nature remained with him,

so, he was dark, elusive, 

untamable, and hence 

even Peter Pan tossed him away.

Shadow never boasted;

wildness his only desire,

to eat, sleep, procreate

was to be free;

the only thing he knew

or would ever know. 

Bonds with humans or

any human association

against his nature.

He simply is and 

there was nothing else.

Wendy Darling was

no darling in his eyes.

Not in his blood was love,

but untamed wildness was.

Bad blood untamable, yet

that blood was his alone,

at no fault of him.

Blameless in his ferociousness,

he understood nature

when no one else did.

Only once he wagged his tail

upon crossing that

 narrow bridge to hell.

At the crossroads was a sign

that pointed nowhere,

confusing all.

It simply said, 

"Shadow Left,"

and below that, 

"Hell to him was heaven."

"The Path to Power" by JD Flowers

The following four-page story was hand-written by JD Flowers of Sweet Water, Alabama on lined looseleaf paper with a 5-punched left margin.  It is unknown whether he wrote it himself or copied it from a book or other media (there is no indication).  Whatever the case, it was important enough to JD to handwrite a 4-paged copy on lined notebook paper which is now aged a nice yellow-brown color.  Date unknown.  The four pages are transcribed below.  If anyone knows of a published source for this, please let me know.

"The Path to Power

One of the greatest drives in the heart of man is the desire for power.  Used for good, this desire can bring happiness; or when used for selfish purposes, it can ruin a life.  I have a story to tell of a young man who traveled on the path to power.  He wasn't especially rich or intelligent.  He had no special talent, or so he thought.

The boy was drifting on the highway when he came to a side road.  At this point a sign had been erected upon a gate, saying, "To Power - Knock and enter."  This was queer.  Wasn't he on the wide, paved road that so many people before him had taken to success?  The city of Pleasure and Good Times was ahead.  Here was a narrow way promising power to its followers.  He could not see beyond the promise unless he ventured through the gate.  He could not follow this new road because of an immobilizing fear of the unknown, neither could he bring himself to drift farther.

It was a hard decision to make, this choice between two roads.  Then quietly a voice from old Sunday School days seemed to whisper, "But seek ye first the Kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you."  But I just want power.  Do I have to do the rest?  I want to be the strongest person in town - or do I?  Do I really know the meaning of power?

Each day he searched out truth on what constituted genuine power.  More and more he came to depend on the Bible as a guide in his studies.  Gradually his desire for power grew into a passion to know the truth.  "If I will ever be rid of this doubt, I must know the truth."  "Are there really two kinds of power?  In Psalms 62:11 I find 'Power belongs unto God.'  Lasting power is from above.  The victories I win in life will depend upon how faithful I am to my God."

"Lord, I have been on the wrong way."  He knocked upon the gate, which opened to the path to power.

Along this path he learned humility.  "I will run,"  he thought, but the road was built of rough stones.  He walked.  When he would have sat on the grass to rest there were thorns.  He could not do as he wished along this trail and get anywhere.  Instead, he meekly accepted the existing circumstances and forged ahead.

Prayer and perseverance became the backbone of his journey. He first learned to pray when he was in trouble.  Soon prayers of thankfulness were coming from his heart.  Prayer provided strength for him to climb the many hills.  Slowly fears began to disappear. He was not without temptations, but through ceaseless prayer many were overcome.

The path was not so isolated from the rest of the world that he lost contact with other people.  Some were on the path; some were on the highway.  Since his heart had been enclosed with a spirit of meekness, the man could see that his brother's eccentricities were no worse than his own.  A love for and better understanding of his neighbor resulted.  A desire to rid his life of those evil influences which would be a hinderance to observers was created.  His new Christian love was really beginning to grow.

One night he had a dream.  He had reached the center of a rocky peak overlooking green meadows and was in a deep study.  He had come this far without learning for what purpose power is granted.

He cast his eyes across the fields and saw a flock of sheep, wandering aimlessly.  No shepherd could be found.  "I cannot leave these sheep alone and exposed to the perils of the night.  I must care for them until the owner comes," and he arose to do his work.

This man has gained a new happiness in life, for he had received power from the Holy Spirit - power to serve."

The Rebirth of Althaus

 

The Rebirth of Althaus

by Dewayne Allday

 There once was a man named Althaus who lived in a swamp.   The swamp hardened him.  Swamp hardness was all he knew and he was a prideful man... as prideful as anyone could be who lived in a swamp and only knew swamp things.

Full sun never fell there and neither on Althaus or his wife Nisha.  There was swamp filtered light seen through thick branches and murky fog.  Since Althaus did not know light, he did not understand light.  But, the shadows, dampness and dangers of the swamp were well known to him.  To Althaus, light was as foreign as love.

There were dangers like snakes and alligators, quagmires and quicksand, but worse were the mosquitoes which tortured you yet allowed you to live another day of suffering.  And, there were very large turtles that occasionally mistook a toe for a snack of worm.  Althaus was particularly lucky because he still had seven toes.  His less fortunate friends told him it was providence but he had no immediate belief in the idea.  And, there was the panther.  Whether black or brown was unimportant but what mattered most were his teeth and claws.   To Althaus and Nisha, these swampy dangers were simply life.

And, then there was the dragon.  It was said the beast had a forked red tongue that extended out like twin serpents and its scales were so dark red they appeared black among the shadows as he walked along the old cypress knees guarding the swamp boundary.  When he steps out into the filtered light a glimpse of his dark reddish-black glossy scales shows forth.  It was said the glossy-slick scales gave better dynamics as he could fly quite efficiently to catch wanted prey. Althaus feared facing the dragon most.... as such a rendezvous with fate he believed himself to not have the courage or the strength.  Everyone in the swamp knew about the dragon deep in the swamp and few wanted to face him.  Those who braved the swamp boundary before were said to have disappeared into the next life... or into his belly. 

Not all things in the swamp were bad, after all, despite the darkness, mosquitoes and misery, there were other swamp people and the occasional deer, Blue Heron, Swamp Sparrow or colorful woodpecker.  He sometimes imagined the old cypress trees as ancient living creatures full of wisdom that he did not have himself. 

Nisha became with child gave birth to a beautiful daughter with pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes - their first child.  When she arrived, he felt joy briefly soon followed by grief.  The birth was difficult and almost as soon as this new life appeared, Nisha's life faded into the dark night.  The entire swamp grieved at the old and rejoiced for the new simultaneously.  Althaus named the girl Etxeberria.

Now, Etxe was stronger than most and thrived through the years despite the harsh surroundings.  Her blonde hair and blue eyes were radiant, and her light permeated all the swamp's darkness and shadows.  She certainly was different.   Althaus noticed she asked honest, yet blunt questions.  Children usually do.

"What is outside of the swamp?" she asked him one day.

"Nothing," he replied.  "The swamp is all we know.  The swamp is all there is."

"But father, I've heard the frogs talk of a new place of light and beauty.  They cannot go because it will dry out their skin but we can," she said.

"The frogs will say anything to tease you Etxe."

"But father, the frogs are not liars like the snakes."

"Have they told you about the dragon who lives near the edge.. near the cypress knees?"

"Yes.  They, also told me we have to be strong and face him," she replied.

"Well, I don't know about that young lady," said Althaus.  "Who is strong enough?  Who has a sword powerful enough?"

"You are!  I am!" she said with youthful exuberance.  "I believe in you!  And you don't need a big sword but instead a big heart!  The frogs said that we would thrive in the light and must not stay in the swamp forever. It's their fate but not our fate.  We have a choice!"

"You cannot pass into the light without first defeating the dragon, perhaps dragons," Althaus said.

"It is said that One defeated the dragon on our behalf years ago and you have to have faith and believe," Etxe retorted.

Althaus considered her proposal briefly.  "What is faith?" he asked himself.  "And, what do kids know?"

"Let's talk about it another day," he told her.  "We must find food for today, not light for tomorrow.  Besides, the frogs have told you they like it here.  I'm sure the alligators and snakes will say the same."

"But the alligators try to eat me, and snakes try to deceive me and the mosquitoes bite me!!  The frogs are friends and tell me of a better place, whereas they cannot go but briefly, but we can!  Please father!   Let us make the trip soon before the dragon grows triumphant in our minds."

Althaus looked down and saw that her smile seemed brighter and her eyes were beaming something... Maybe light?  The old man's demeanor was changing and so was his heart.  If he was to find this faith Etxe spoke of, he must first find some courage.  "Change is scarier than snakes, alligators and dragons," he thought to himself.

"I need you to be strong for me now so later I may be strong for many," she said. 

Althaus thought to himself, "One day she will be a mother.  If she is to be strong later, I need to be stronger now!  Perhaps strong enough to fight a dragon or two! " Etxe's words seemed to lighten his heart.  She was so young, yet so wise - wiser than the ancient beings in the old cypress trees.  He had listened to the snakes too long!

"I do not know what I do not know but I am willing to defeat the dragons for you," Althaus said.

"Go for you.  Go for me.  Go for us.  Go for it!  Have faith!  Father, the strength of those before us will give us the courage we need," Etxe said. "Our ancestors reside inside us.  We simply have to pay attention to their strengths and mitigate their weaknesses.  Ride the strengths, protect and sharpen the weaknesses.  Respect but conquer the vices!"

"How in the swamp would a kid know these things?" Althaus thought.  "It is as if she is as old as time itself."

There was much darkness in the swamp but the light in Etxe's words seemed to lift the fog and lighten the dark.  Instinctively, he noticed a bright star in the east through the dense cypress understory. 

"The frogs say the star is the way but the snakes say we should stay," she said.

"Then, let us listen to the frogs!  Let us follow the star!" Althaus said and clasped her hand as they began their journey.

They waded the water, the traversed the muck, they dodged the alligators and slapped the mosquitoes. 

"It's always easier to follow the old trails than the new.  The old ones are well worn and well known to us, therefore easy.  It's habit.  The new trails are always harder at first because you have to blaze the trail and open them up.  That takes work and time.  But it gets easier, and the old trails grow up with vines and brambles never to be found again," she said.

"Again, how does she know these things?" he thought to himself.

Finally, after days of travel, they began walking on dry ground and soon walked near a serpent who said, "Stop! There's a dragon up ahead.  Why abandon this place?  The swamp is everything you know, and you only know what you know."

"If we stay here, we will certainly die, just as my wife died," Althaus replied to the serpent.

"You will not surely die," the serpent said. "The dragon protects the boundary of his land, and you will certainly be safe within it.  Pay no attention to the mosquitoes, the alligators, the other serpents and especially those pesky frogs!  Stop right there or you will be dead!"

But Althaus just stepped on his head and stuck to his commitment to conquer his dragons and reach the Light.  He would not listen to the snakes any longer.

Once near the edge of the cypress trees and knees, Etxe said, "Father, have faith in the Light."

"I do," he said.  And, this time, he believed her.  It turns out there were several dragons but he valiantly and successfully fought them all.  He did it for her mostly but also for himself.  Together they transcended the darkness into the light.  Rebirthed as they stepped out with all of time in front of them.

And except for the occasional mosquito, the light and new path were good.

Impenetrable

I have built a wall,
and hearts bounce off
as arrows off stone.
A mighty fortress -
Impenetrable.
I'll die here alone.

Grass is Greener

Pretending the grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence isn't always a reality, but happiness comes when you figure out how to make the grass much greener on your side of the fence and carry that with you wherever you go.

I Can Wait

By Dewayne Allday

I could love a hundred, or I will love the one.

The past is a darkness reversed, yet not undone.

Time breaks beating hearts, yet time also repairs.

It heals the hard heart that’s weary of despair.

The dark rain clouds float by as I let them all go.

Sweet scents swirl around me and opportunities follow.

Summer kisses winter months ‘tis the seasons of change.

How I long for that day when this heart is un-caged.

I can wait for her because yesterday I did not.

The past mistakes of life have traversed these old knots.

I can wait because age and patience grows wise -

I’ve read my own book and there will be no more cries.

A hundred to one, no - two lovers become one.

The clouds soon depart exposing the sun.

And the smiles of friendship, a lifetime forever,

Laughing together, through storms and good weather.

I can wait, I will wait, I am waiting.

'Tis Time Two Blooms

By Dewayne Allday

A flower blooms when it's time,
And in the cellar rests fine wines.

A dream awakens before my death,
Awaits the mouth, oh sweetest breath.

The sun will rise, and it will set,

Between we shined, between we wept.

A hand reached out with tender vibes,
A silent whisper silenced cries.

The colors swirled around her heart,
A cellar door kept them apart.

The flower feared the bloom be cut,
It withered still - time withered much.

Pain set in stone, two softened hearts,
Two fine wines, two blooms apart.

The mind plays tricks on the soul,
And the heart does as it is told.

Absent a Celestial Body

By Dewayne Allday

A planet missing from my view,

But there just the same -

Oh, I know.

The gravity of its tugging

Is pulling down bricks;

One lick, two licks, three bricks,

A wall built with time,

Hiding nothing but the other side

To give, receive or reciprocated,

Except a feeling of colorful

Surprises to be explored

As the dampness of the morning dew

Grows weary, reflecting off the dry grass

In a summertime of coldness

And a wintertime of warmth;

A ball of fire that dances in the sky,

Bubbling with vivacity, yet

Hiding in the shadows unforeseen

For various reasons,

To everyone, especially myself;

Because I dare not see it,

Lest I am blinded forever more.

Calm the Storm

By Dewayne Allday 10/20/2016

Calm the storm, my ship is worn,

My sinful sails singed and torn.

Slow the winds, that skew my path,

Turn it true is what I ask.

Remove the rocks, that tear my bow,

Give me wisdom – teach me how.

Bright my light, that weakens still,

Restore the oil, be it your will.

Strengthen my keel, rock to and fro,

Thicken my skin, I need it so.

Roughen my deck, slippery and wet,

Lighten the falls of this old wretch.

Peace be still, I listen now,

I question why, I ever doubt.

Brighten the skies, the clouds depart,

Lord strengthen and protect my heart.

Light by day and lighthouse by dark,

You are my hope, You are my Ark.

Time is my Lover

By Dewayne Allday

Time is my lover, but is time my friend?

It chases me until I pursue it back -

The beauty of its essence intriguing.

Its soft warm breath tingles my neck,
Searching for that tender soft place
that brings balance to casual chaos.
It searches me, embraces me, empowers me,
Yet enslaves me and for what purpose,
My eyes have yet to become conscious of,
Yet my body still reaps the sub-conscious.
I can’t be still - I pace the floor,
Back and forth, to and fro,
I wonder still in restless nights,
Why time keeps me awake.
Pondering still her sifting angles
That steals and sets my evenings late.
And if it’s not love, inter-tangled,
As a vine intertwined with a tree,
Then what other love is this vine,
Divine, forever and always,
Intermingled in my heart and mind,
As if the heart and mind are one -
Time being their mediator.
Time is my lover, but is time my friend?
Sometimes I wonder.

The Path

By Dewayne Allday

Hickories and hollows

And bygones of tomorrows -

Sifting myself

from the past.

Yesterday begets today

And today next week -

Intertwined and immortalized

as prophetic speak.

Hyssops and hiccups

And struggles and missteps –

Separating the wheat

From the chaff.

A sunrise, a sunset

A new day, the same path –

Forewarned and well worn

Of the danger I hath.

Roses and poses

A broken compass unsure –

A tree’s moss on the north;

A man’s faith - a cure.