Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties - A poem by Aaron Blakeley

Every morning I awake to a fresh new day A gift from God in every way It is early and I step my feet to old carpet Avoid the spots I know are bad so I can ignore them The water comes on oh yeah the shower leaks under the tile So I smile and reach out with open arms towards God hoping for a lift Cast all my anxieties on him When they cling to me like they are hemmed into my skin How am I supposed to put down my age of 33 How it seems to arrived without fanfare or remorse. The first year where it is just another year. Or how I desire to be a ...

Photon Release – A Poem

Light has metaphor

|From Excited Atoms|Aaron Blakeley

Photon Release - A Poem by Aaron Blakeley

Heat applied to an atom Excited movement and photon release Light erupts from the source It travels so fast, faster than anything Faster than me, you, truth We are gifted sight The photons they collide with retinas Sparking mind with vision Seeing truth, reality, and a million ricochets Light has metaphor Truth collides with reality Exciting reality and erupting in light Faster than me, you, it is truth In this world we will have trouble In this life darkness will tempt Follow evidence, connect the points of light. Let logic, love and compassion in The metaphysical reality of humans Is revealed in the laughter of a baby It is show in the desire for kindness It is made known in ...

Poem: Sing Into The Dark

Sing into the dark

|The oil from pressed homes|Aaron Blakeley

Poem - Sing Into The Dark - Aaron Blakeley

I am no singer My voice is rough-hewn Cut from untrained ears Practitioner of nill This voice deep of wood Found a song to sing Soothing the young and hard They from dark circumstance Tears like embered ash Fall and sizzle on cheeks Clenched teeth and red-faced The oil from pressed homes With my voice I scold With my voice I sooth With my voice I correct With my voice I love Strong arms lift pressure Mill-stones of blood sin Deep loving safe coos You are loved sweet child In my sin I feel Hero like strength, will My deep song is loud My wooden voice proud What fills my marrow What animates me Am I the hero Am I the ...

All The While

All The While

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley


This is perspective above all your worries and agenda Maybe your kid is bad at math All the while being created by God Maybe your spouse is to preoccupied to make love. All the while being full of God given purpose Maybe your boss is a real jerk All the while being adored by the one who hung the stars Maybe that man is a drug dealer All the while God tugs at his heart Maybe your foster son’s parents are neglectful wretches All the while God weeps bitter tears over them Maybe a youth that cut you off while texting All the while having been considered and thought about before the foundation of reality was laid. Maybe that client ...

This is a prayer for lifes span

This is a prayer for lifes span

|Poetry|Aaron Blakeley

Hear oh man Listen child Woman turn your ear This is a prayer for lifes span Beg, plead, claw at the celestial gates Never stop your call For the filling of wisdom can be yours Brought to you from the spiritual delegate Whale in the night, cry in the dark Never stop your singing in the day Knowledge of his will is what you seek Always ask for understanding that’s stark Though you be alone in your flesh Your soul is counted amoungst the throng A family, a purpose, a mission, a cause By The Spirit of God’s right hand you are meshed Inspired by Colossians 1:9-12

Category: Poetry

The Wonder In People

Sin is not ended by multiplying words, but the prudent hold their tongues.

|A Closed Mouth|Aaron Blakeley

What Precious People

Where has your wonder gone? I feel it to, the tug of controversy and drama unfolding. Who will win? It is the same thing you find in high school popularity. The problem with this kind of entertainment is where it leads us. We are all in the arena all of us gladiators and once the dust has settled some of us will be dead. So the question I ask is one that I have yet to see asked. The people around us, are they important? Do you look into the eyes of someone who does not agree with you and ask why? Not so that you can crush them in the debate, rather that you might understand them. I could ...

Category: Thoughts

The Worshiping Mind Unavoidable Atheism

The mind of man is plagued by an imbalance.

|From The Outflow|Aaron Blakeley

All the while atheism New age metaphysics tells with such subtle and soothing tones, “Your world is what you think it is.” You are what you make yourself. All the while atheism and humanism tells us that free will is an illusion, and we are all cast into the sea of chance and biology, which is of itself the results of chance. Then we have the constant stream of media flowing into our phones, televisions, computers and papers highlighting the constant lies and injustice that we wreak upon each other. But hey! Our world is what we make of it the product of blind chance. The mind of man is plagued by an imbalance. Reality wars with ideals and the ...


Even though it does not actually turn faster, I am exhausted from my efforts. When I reflect, when I meditate, I plug the holes and seal the cracks. My mind organizes, and I see what it is that I have missed.

|closed eyes|Aaron Blakeley


In recent weeks the rowing of life has been slow and trying. A steady grind of always thinking I am not doing what I should be doing. I went on a relaxing camping trip and still had that sinking feeling. The feeling is like a constant nagging in the mind “you have forgotten something important.” I hate it.