Mr. Crow Mr. Crow, what do you know that I don't, jabbering, squawking in the morning air? Are you making sure your friends are aware of an owl sleeping somewhere near? Or possibly a dirty trick - you cunning, conniving king of magic - to lure the others away so you can get to your secret, shiny prize sitting on the roadside? Eyes of charcoal, feathers darker than the Devil's soul, Mr. Crow you captivate me like no other winged wonder. Justin Farley
Happiness is Fleeting If happiness is your goal you'll never be whole. Always be rolling on a raging river of emotion completely out of control. For happiness is fleeting, receding like the waters on a creek bank after a storm, never even warned that the moment one desire is fulfilled a new one is born. Seek to make contentment your aim. For it's constant through the winds of change; its heat still warms the soul though the fire's flame waxes and wanes. For contentment accepts life as it is. Realizes there's as much to be grateful for in pain as in bliss. Discontentment always follows happiness. Justin Farley
Can I Tell You A Secret? A Love Poem About Intimacy If I tell you a secret can you keep it locked like jewels in a treasure chest buried beneath the "x" of your breast? If I tell you a secret can you keep it off your lips and not let it poison the passion of your kiss? Secrets are for lovers, but my secret uncovers the man behind the mask. Iron rusts, crumbles into dust, my shell becomes fragile glass. If I tell you a secret can you keep it private in your pocket, protected with loving care? If I strip before you, will you accept me naked and bare? If I tell you a secret will you leave it behind if you decide to walk out the door, put it in the drawer and promise not to speak of it anymore? If I tell you a secret can you keep it? Don't you know dear, secrets are for lovers? I offer all of myself for you to discover. Justin Farley
Hello, everyone! I have recently published my first chapbook of Christian poems titled “A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems about God”. This has been developed and polished over the past six months or so. I am happy with the final product and hope you find encouragement in the poems but also a validation that the spiritual life is not all sunshine and rainbows. We all struggle. We all have periods of questions and/or doubt. But it is the yearning that keeps us coming back for more and allows us to experience joy.
You can purchase either on Amazon or on my own bookstore (it is cheaper and has free shipping on my store) and is available on the Kindle and in paperback.
Amazon: Kindle Paperback
Inkspiration Books (my bookstore): Paperback
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Fences The fences of tomorrow stood behind me free of my cage, done with grazing, aging aimlessly in this pasture of life. No longer pinned within the decision to end or begin. Tomorrow I wrangle dreams. Justin Farley
Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God's Grace Inching along the earth crunching, munching on misfortune until pain wrapped itself like a cocoon - a castle outside the rooms of a hardened heart. Drowning, surely dying in the dark. Only to emerge from the womb reborn from a tomb of self-inflicted wounds transformed by the Divine spark. With wings of vibrant color carrying the evidence of change arrayed like a roadmap dotted with places been and places going. Flapping with the wings of grace embraced by the breeze of blessing a chrysalis replaced, made anew by the Spirit's pressing. Justin Farley
Night Lights A Poem For Nature Lovers Lightning flashes across the prairie in rolling thunders of spontaneity on a crisp, clear summer night. Lights move in flight, flying from grass to grass as distracted hearts pass unaware of the beautiful sight. Justin Farley
Climbing Mountains A Poem About Living Out Your Dreams and Believing in Yourself The road rose in the distance insistent on wrapping around the towering mountain like twine. At its feet stood a shrine dedicated to the drowsy dreamer, the tired thinker, the sleepy schemer who had journeyed all this way only to have disbelief poison the mind. And yet doubt wasn't left behind in even the faithful and courageous traveler who had begun the climb. For the apex stood painfully high; the road wound for miles surrounded by ledges where dreams fall and die. Victory is only tasted by the dreamer who doesn't look back and doesn't get offtrack by looking too far forward. But who is purposeful in their impact right here, right now perfectly content in the present moment. One step after another feeling the ground beneath their feet, faithfully carrying their dream on their shoulders until their vision is realized and complete. The future is only actualized by those who realized eons ago that the future is bound by the way we carry ourselves in the present. It's what we learn during the ascent that makes the climb worth doing; never in the need for recognition and achievement. Wake up, you drowsy dreamer! Rouse yourself from your delusions! Shake yourself from the critics illusions and the conclusion that you'll never find your way! For the journey begins and ends the way we begin and close each day. Justin Farley
They Say... They say follow your heart, but I'm thoroughly convinced mine doesn't know where the hell it's going. They say the heart wants what the heart wants. Mine wants to pull down the shades and get rip-roaring drunk. They say love yourself. I think if I love myself any more I'm going to join Narcissus at the bottom of that damn pool. They say put yourself first, but I'm so far in the lead that there's no one left for me to pass. But He says I'm broken beyond belief, that my heart is deceptive, and can't be trusted. He says that only fools follow the desires of the heart because they lead to bottomless pits, never satisfied. He says quit staring at yourself in that mirror, that my hope isn't found in self love, it's in the depth of His love. He says the first shall be last and to love my neighbor as myself, to help pick up the wounded runners rather than worry about what place I finish in. I love my heart, which is why it's so painful to admit that His Word sounds like truth, and culture sounds like childish chatter. Justin Farley
Planting is a Prayer Planting is a prayer. If you do it right. If you take delight in the present but keep future possibility in sight. For God doesn't need words. With each heart beat you lay at his feet a million complaints, hopes, fears, doubts, joys, and defeats. A creator knows its creation better than the creation itself. Your ink filled his pen. He outlines your story, your end before it evens begins but allows you freewill over the final edits. Planting is a prayer. If you do it right. If you're aware you've been given oversight in a chapter of a story that's been continually expanding since the Word first spoke to the void: "Let there be light". Let you delight in the blessing you've been given - partial control over the story of life. Justin Farley