What is this that has come and sat As a boulder burden upon my neck A Sunday depression stressfully fat Secured by chained and jammed sneck The poeticness of humanity Has lost its color Shades of black and blue… Read More ›
Christian Poetry
Jury Duty by Billy Charles Root
The quiet little city welcomes me With the morning sunshine shining And bird songs chirped As I make my way to the awaiting courthouse As of yet I do not know why I’m here In a line with I… Read More ›
Demons Breath by Billy Charles Root
I can feel the demon’s breath on the back of my neck, musty warmth of dark seduction mixed with the scents of sorrows induced by the sin of rebellion and a hint of death. Goosebumps crawling to the crown of… Read More ›
Shaken – Author Billy Charles Root
Now breathe in, and then breathe out Now in faith, but then in doubt You seem so far, away from me But in my scars, you’re plain to see Amidst the dark, amidst the light Your lonely soldier, in… Read More ›
Weary – Author Billy Charles Root
The wears of this life are so heavy And I’m wounded from dragging Limpidness of arms hang at less than iron sides Leaded lid sight coverings close Lungs expel tired sighs As the day goes on my heels… Read More ›
New Release: “The Hyde I Hide” by Author Billy Charles Root
Preface . . . Tucked away herein, between the creases, flyleaf’s and paper flapped pages of this book are the fractures and fault lines of my human heart. A heart that has endured much self-induced and inflicted trauma caused by… Read More ›
I Am Man – Author Billy Charles Root
Just look at me A man The hue of man Image of God creature Creation Made to run into the face of danger And to him I am a friend like Tonto and Lone Ranger And before him I kneel… Read More ›
Iron Gate – Author Billy Charles Root
The chest of the weeping worrier Pounds the iron gate Scared hands start shaking Quiver bulging overflow Sword unsheathed awaits Racing mind is running Path of victory planed The heart of the weeping worrier Prepares to meet its fate The… Read More ›
The Panhandler – Author Billy Charles Root
The Panhandler The approach in the long line of approachers waiting for a go shade of green from the overhead stoplight Just over high noon Summer day of June I spot her about six cars ahead Center road island walking… Read More ›
Dad
Every year bout this time A moment of honor comes about To which I must write this rhyme To the one man on earth I am most devout I call him dad But he’s so much more It was almost… Read More ›
Raja's Insight 