The kindle version of my chapbook, “A Voice in the Wilderness”, is currently free on Amazon through Sunday. I would truly appreciate you leaving a rating and/or review 😊 You can find it at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JHC5Z8N/⠀
Summertime Clementine nectar drips down the chin. Summertime angels swim through the air again. The crack of a bat under the lights. Kaleidoscope fire explodes in the night. Root beer floats, cotton candy dreams. Capture the flag on neighborhood teams. July heat brings sprinklers and hoses to cool; lounging on rafts, diving in pools. Wading in creek beds catching crawdads. Camping trips beneath the stars, just you and Dad. Carnival laughter, Ferris wheel turns. Days on the lake, nights nursing sunburns. Tan bodies gleaming in the moonlight, entangled in adolescences' sacrificial rite. All good things must come to a close. First, comes summer jobs; then, parental woes. 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
Pocket Pleasure Poem About Being Addicted to Your Phone and Technology Every time I turn you on and wake you from your technological slumber, I feel your curses swimming through my mind - electrical impulses gripping me without consent. And then I hate my neediness. Hate my discontent, unable to sit alone in the silence without your warm glow, without your unending hits of dopamine. I'm addicted to a hooker personally on call for me 24/7. Who's ready and willing to meet my every need. Who's ready to stroke my ego on demand. Who's ready to enrage me with the news. Who conceals my flaws and accentuates my strengths. Who vindicates me in the face of enemies. Who lets me ride the tide of emotions on repeat. Who never asks me for my money. Only my time. Justin Farley
Sandcastles Poem About Hardships in Life The weariness of life is enough to make even the watchman tired. His heavy eyelids close with each complexity of life that breaches the palace gates. There he waits until all he aspired for crumbles beneath the harsh realities of life like the sandcastles he built as a boy, cold, green, frothy ocean dashing all his work in one motion jeering as the tide drags even what was repairable back out to sea. Who puts out the fire when the ivory tower erupts in flames? Who mops up the childhood pain that we slip on time and time again? The oldest wounds never seeming to mend because, like a cut on a joint, each time we bend beneath life's weight that weeping wound cracks back open, raw once more. There's no way to bar every door. There's no way to lock tight every window. Misfortune's finding a way in even though we believe we've created an impenetrable castle. Life will always have its burdens; they're still tough to bear even with solid walls around you. But we choose whether to build our castles on the sand or fortify them on the rocks. Justin Farley
Seasons of Winter Poem About Spring The ice is melting, thawing away from the land, flowing back into the hands of its maker. Nature's enchantment shatters with a single kiss from spring clinging to the warmth of renewal, rebirth, reawakening. And in each pile of snow that dissolves my heart beats with a disposition towards hope sledding down slopes of solace taking comfort in the possibility to cope with my own seasons of winter. 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. The ebook is free on Amazon, today only (2/28/21)
Amazon: Kindle Paperback
Inkspiration Books (my bookstore): Paperback
Thank you for your support!
A Snowy Morning in the City Snowflakes fall in silence fluttering down from the sky like feathers after a pillow fight in the heavens, coating rooftops in layers of white, quickly burying black asphalt and blurring the sight of human hands upon the land. The branches of pines and spruces have been dipped in sugar. The mighty trunks of the oaks frosted with icing. What a delicious dessert for the senses in the city this morning! Nature never looked so enticing. Justin Farley