Soldier In His Army

 

I joined an army,

we don't fight with guns.

We do carry a sword,

facing danger we don't run.

Our banner is well known,

into every country we go.

Some it spreads fast,

others, the fight is slow.

We will  not stop,

till all have heard and seen.

make sure everyone has the chance,

to join the winning team.

For the enemy is also gathering,

Quite a mighty fleet.

But the war has been won,

they shall stand in defeat.

I have joined an army,

I have made the choice.

I have become a soldier for Christ,

I have reason to rejoice.

Written By George Lynch 

An Open Window

I heard a bird sing a song of love,

the melody floating in the breeze.

For a heart that hurt so bad,

the pain began to gently ease.

I heard it sing of his mate,

a love that once flew away.

I heard him sing of heartbreak,

of that long winter's day.

How he flew tree to tree,

chirping a special lovers tune.

How there wasn't ever a reply,

like his lover's whistle bloom.

Flew high and flew low,

this bird continued to search.

till wings bare of feathers,

could barely make it back to perch.

Back at home he just sang,

sang of his love that flew away.

Not quite ever knowing why,

on a long and cold winters day.

Then the tune began to change,

he heard the chirp he once knew.

The very song bringing the winter,

now floated in the spring dew.

Rising like a beautiful dawn,

was love on the horizon.

The belt around this bird's chest,

began shining bright as Orion.

Bursting from his chest,

came the very song sung today.

A love returned to him,

on the dew of a warm spring day.

Written by George Lynch

Through One Man

Through One man's sin we received condemnation

and One Man's love brought us justification

From one man's disobedience we were made sinners

while One Man's obedience made us winners

One man's sin gave birth to death

by One Man's death we are blessed

By one man's offense death reigned 

But for us, One Man took the pain

From one man's mistake many died

by One Man's resurrection many are alive

Adam brought the  sin curse to the earth

and Jesus came to die for our curse.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

La La Land

What is a contusion anyway, eyes closed lump on my head

tongue tied, piss dripping down my leg, this hurts

gained control of my car and smashed it into an invisable wall

At least I didn't see it officer

Look... Wiley Coyote.... Got to go

meep.....meep....

sucka on the run with no brakes

or shoes for that matter... I left them at taco bell

Ain't no doubt there Porky

Slam it in reverse.... hit the gas.... Bacon!

Leo has went down with the ship

rearviews full of T&A

Tacos & Anchiladas 

And I go a contusion!

Written by George Lynch

She Loves Me... not

She loves me not

In her hallowed eyes

deep in her heart

it is I whom is despised

She loves me not

Arctic has become her heart

buried in her apathy 

standing in the dark

She loves me not

her touch is no more

love becoming hate

midst of the storm

She loves me not

her kiss no longer belongs to me

those soft lips have turned away

leaving me to bleed

She loves me not

with that I must deal

this pain is everlasting 

stopping my heart from healing.

George Lynch

A Life for A Life

Many nights I sat and thought

What is it that my life has cost

What is the price of precious tears

that where shed to remove all my fears

What is the cost of innocent blood

that washes away the person I was

How valuable is a lift that is lost

to save the very ones that are at fault

What kind of riches is held in the pain

that one has endured to erase the blame

My life amounts with all the others

For when Jesus gave His, ours was recovered.

George Lynch

I Promise To Rise

As I lie here in my bed

thinking on a  life that never was

reality begins to escape me

while loathing in my self disgust

Are my tears so unworthy

and my cries unable to be heard

that my time in this prison

has stolen the meaning from my words

Because no one can hear my voice

not hidden deep inside my heart

and if my emotions were what held me together

I'm afraid I would fall apart

But I am held together by something stronger

my mind is a foundation of concrete

for if I had to depend solely on my heart

I would remain in this utter defeat

Although I may be badly beaten now 

once again I promise to rise

and my heart will not ever again

be responsible for a tear from my eye.

written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution 

Do You Believe?

Do you believe in change?

A miracle from inside.

A caterpillar metamorphosis,

into something that can fly?

A totally complete conversion

All chemistry transformed.

Do you believe in change,

when the person is willing to conform?

Have you ever seen an alteration,

when modifying needs to be done?

Do you believe in change,

can it be made by anyone?

Do you really believe?

Then better look close.

Because change has happened,

in someone that loves you the most.

Written by George Lynch

while at Faith Farm Ministries 

Asphyxiation

There is a Man standing at the other side of the table

His hand reached across with a piece of bread in it

A flash of His pain races deeply into my mind as I accept

I see suffocation in a completely different way now

Stretched from east to west

head hung low

no rope around the neck or pillow covering His face

so much blood

so much shame

Air becoming like lead swallowed through a straw

the shallow rising of his sustaining breath

brings the feeling of remorse into the depths of me

Then the wind blows no more and all is silent

the remaining breath is released into the freedom of the air

reality snaps back and the man is gone

the bread in my hand and a cup on the table

both the bread and cup smell of that freedom

the freedom released in the final breath of Him

and as I took the bread and cup I could see

I realized freedom wasn't free just because it was given to me

there was a price that was paid by Him who gave

so that when He reached out His hand

I could receive.

Written by George Lynch

Dedicated to the body that was broken 

and the blood that was spilled

A Beautiful Nightmare

Those eyes.... I looked too long
longed to just tell her how I feel
feel the stare of her cold eyes
eyes that saw the worst of me
me now her number one enemy
enemy waving his white flag
flag of death she has flown
flown love to the border of hate
hate staring at a new man
man enough to know just how wrong
wrong to take love for granted
granted nothing between life and death
death of love in her heart
heart of hearts is what's found
found my words have no more value
value is what she has now given
given to me to live in life
life is what she really wanted
wanted to tell her I have I have changed
changed her mind about me she has
has no more love for I
I just wake up every morning from this
This....

A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

Written by George Lynch
Dedicated to H.S.

A Beautiful Nightmare

Those eyes... I looked too long.

Longed to just tell her how I feel.

Feel the stare of her cold eyes.

Eyes that saw the worst of me.

Me now her number one enemy.

Enemy waving his white flag

Flag of death she has flown

Flown love to the border of hate

Hate staring at a new man

Man enough to know just how wrong

Wrong to take love for granted

Granted nothing between life and death

Death of love in her heart

Heart of hearts is what's found

Found my words have no more value

Value is what she has now given

Given to me to live in life

Life is what she really wanted

Wanted to tell her I have changed

Changed her mind about me she has

Has no more love for I

I just wake up every morning from this

This.... A Beautiful Nightmare.

Mirror on the Wall

Mirror mirror on the wall,

do you see my biggest fear of all?

 

You give me back my tattered reflections,

an image of all life's rejections.

 

So tell me what it is you see,

besides the person staring back at me?

 

Is there a future to behold, 

or does my past have it sold?

 

Is there any second chance,

or is it not even worth a glance?

 

Oh, mirror tell me please,

if this image I should believe.

 

Mirror mirror please show me a change,

for everything I see remains the same.

 

And if that's going to be so,

I'll just have to let you go.

 

If this image continues to hold true,

what's the use of looking into you?

 

Written by George Lynch 

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

"My Addiction" A Spoken Word

By George Lynch

10th Year Anniversary of

Celebrate Recovery Vero Beach FL

Ripples

Where does time go,

when looking into the beyond?

Do you see the ripples,

when you disturb the pond?

Or is the stone thrown,

not to your desired effect?

Because it creates waves,

that will soon wreck.

It is at the epicenter,

where the tragedy begins.

If you wouldn't have thrown that stone,

The beyond wouldn't look so dim.

So maybe time shouldn't be spent,

looking too far ahead.

Before you think of throwing stones,

You should see where you are led.

I ask again where does time go,

If you look at today?

You wouldn't be so quick to throw a stone

If it would only end up in your way.

So how rough do you want your waters,

for it is your time you disturb.

If your hand is still full of stones,

I'm afraid you didn't hear a word.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

2005

2005, starting a new year

I promise myself no more tears.

No more unwanted pain

It's the year my life will change.

I'm so sick of regretting 2004

This year will open brand new doors!

No more worries about what's been done

Only focus on the new live begun.

All the friends and past relationships

can't say I won't truly miss.

But as I turn over a new leaf

The person I was I can no longer be.

Sad as my heart continues to break

yet, it's best for everyone's sake.

 

So, 2005 is the year for me

No longer living in failure, but VICTORY!

 

Written by George Lynch

 

?

Excuse me if I feel a little poetic

It seems no one is sympathetic

tired of being apologetic

because it's starting to feel real pathetic.

So let me speak these words of rhyme

Show you what goes through my mind

as I sit here and pass this time

reflecting on what was left behind.

A person I thought I had by my side

yet, I guess love is able to divide

in her I should not have confide

because her love only quivered and died.

People I thought I could trust

how quickly friendships turn to dust

as loyalties began to bust

leaving me stained with the color of rust.

To my family I caused so much pain

the cause I need not to explain

look to others, yet find myself to blame

myself the only one to be shamed

A life riddled of addiction

bringing chaos and total destruction

That created  brain malfunction

with insanity in it's conjunction 

 

So as you can plainly see

It's time for some disaster relief

on the person I used to be

before my life completely depletes.

 

Written by: George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution 

The Most Important Thing I've Learned about Life Is...

                       The most important thing I've learned about life is that it is too short. I am twenty-five now and have wasted the better have of fifteen years. I know I have many years left, but to waste one day is too much.
                       I spent the last fifteen years living a life of destruction and pain. I cared only for myself and caused others many tears. To some of those people I can no longer say I am sorry.
                      Many times when I should have shown love I only showed hate or disgust. I spent so much time tryng to find things to hate that I forgot what it was to love. Too many times did the love that surrounded me have to open their arms and let me go.
                      Now, only after hitting rock bottom, I am learning to love. this causes me to see all the opportunities I had to love that I carelessly threw away. I could have possibly made a difference in so many lives.
                     In closing, I just want to state how important it is to love with the time we have left. No one knows what tomorrow holds or who will be here for it. Time spent in hatred is wasted and as I said before, "one day wasted is too much". Love with every second you have and you will love every second you have. Life is too short for anything else.

An Essay By George A. Lynch

I Come As I Am

I come as I am

and You accept me

You saw inside to

the person I want to be.

Breaking of the chains

that once tightly binded

unveiling of my eyes

I was sinfully blinded.

Comforting my soul

wounds You gently heal

opening myself to you

new emotions I feel.

All my worldly burdens

once darkening my life

You have taken from me

to show me Your Light.

Now I stand withYou

as You guide me home

Your precious Kingdom

I bow at Your throne.

 

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

My Little Valentine

My little valentine

Her smile always on my mind,

the sweetest little face

an uncle could never deny.

My little valetine

that's right I said MINE!

So everyone else,

can just get in line.

My little valentine

when troubles begin to bind,

the precious sound of her voice,

let's me know all is fine.

My little valentine

the princess of all time,

My love for her

no words can define.

My little valentine

thoughts of her filling my mind,

because she's in my life

I will live sublime.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to Sloane Moss in 2005

Unforgot

In the morning she wakes me from my dreams

and it's in the night she lies me down to sleep

Like a ghost in the darkness that will not fade

or an enemy that lies in hiding and just waits.

She's there every time I close my eyes

even if I blink it's her face that passes me by

and as days go on filled with things to remind

it's the thoughts of her I cannot leave behind.

Why is it so hard for me to let her go

and be released from this pain I show

every time I try I'm thrown into the cold

because it's memories of her I continue to hold.

So I fear she'll be with me to my grave

making sure it's her price that I pay.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

Time Is

What is time?

Something that passes by?

Passing us everyday,

as the clouds in the sky?

It is filled with many sorrows,

that bring tears to the eyes.

It also has loving joys,

that will lift you ever so high.

Time brings along smiles,

with friends in which you tie,

it also brings forgivness,

to someone who is despised.

But as time continues on,

age becomes a slow sigh,

and as we've all bloomed as flowers,

in time we will wither and die.

So with the time you have,

love those you consider nigh,

because when our time is up,

we will have to say good-bye.

Written by George Lynch

I Wished Upon A Star

As I wish upon this star

How I long to be where you are

Up above the sky so high

Like an angel in my mind

The twinkle of a star so bright

shinning in the darkest night

To look into your eyes and see this galaxy

knowing each star burns for me passionately

To look upon your face is what I wish

Staring at this star it is you that I miss

So I wish my little wish hoping it to come true

And maybe one day I can show this very star to you

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

If My Heart Had Wings

If my heart had wings it would fly.

It would leave this place tonight.

Through these fences it would break.

A path straight to you it would make.

Flying over all the many miles,

to be in the presence of your smile.

If my heart had wings it would fly.

In search of you with no question why.

These bars were never built to hold,

my enduring love for you untold.

To soar like an eagle where ever you are.

My heart would fly no matter how far.

If my heart had wings it would fly,

and never again would it say good-bye.

It would leave this place to be with you,

to ease the daily pain it has gone through.

But wings my heart has not,

and so it remains in this sorrowful spot.

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

We Need to Talk

To The Father:

 

Father, please hear me,

because we need to speak.

Memories of my past pulling at my soul,

and I'm starting to grow weak.

Can I really change,

Will I really make it?

Because I feel doomed,

lost forever and forsaken.

 

Why does life hurt so much?

I feel cursed on this earth.

Wondering about my life,

trying to see what it's worth.

 

So many distractions,

drawing me away from You.

Wanting to give up,

needing Someone to hold onto.

 

So please hear me Father,

As I cry out to Thee.

Please Father, open my eyes,

So that your son shall see.

 

 To The Son:

Son, First of all I do hear you,

not just some, but all of the time.

So never be afraid,

to tell Me what's on your mind.

Memories make it hard to deal,

but they won't hurt for long.

Remember when you're weak,

It is I who makes you strong.

Change will come,

and that's for sure.

Trust in Me, Son,

and worry no more.

Life is priceless,

this you should know.

It is your soul,

to follow me where I go.

So don't get distracted,

I will open your eyes to see.

Then you can follow your Father,

to a Life of Eternity.

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Broken

Where did the brokenness inside of me begin,

at the point where the dirt met the pure and things became soiled?

The churning inside for a different life screams in volumes,

The human ear cannot hold the sonic wave of my despair.

Where was my choice to follow when being led astray,

blinded by lies and hurt by the deception?

The deception that things were okay.

Who am I?

I am You!

and we are broken....

Scream with me from the brokenness inside,

inside of all of us... there is brokenness.

Scream to the heights of Eternal ears that hear,

that know of our broken condition of brokenness.

Let us be broken no more... no more despair!

Let us shout to the One who heals our brokenness,

and stand in the Light of the One who repairs.

Written by George Lynch

Sister

My sister dear, is with me here
Always in my heart and mind

She was the red headed babe in the bassinet that was one of my first wonders

How could a baby have all that red hair among the whiteness of her infant life I'll never know

The memory of that sight will never be forgotten as it was my sister

My red headed one

The years have flown by and we have aged

The good , the bad, and the ugly is all part of it now

But the pleasant images in my minds eye are what I see

My sister and me

The red headed one

Written by Michael Catapano

Flawless

Has your breath ever been taken away

at the sight of beauty walking into the room

Kindling the fire burning deep inside

through eyes that have the power to consume

Grace flowing in her every stride

like wind blowing in the trees

the cool feeling of goose flesh

by the passing of her gentle breeze

Watching the sun rise in the shadows

as her smile breaks through the crowd

captured by the image of this beauty

that without a word, speaks so loud

It is in this simple glance

that my heart has come to a pause

she walked into this very room

a beauty with no flaws.

Written by George Lynch

Dedicated to Lisa Marie (Going) Lynch

Seeking Sunrise

I know you had to go,

but it's so hard for me.

Even when I wasn't there,

I never wanted you to leave.

I had the very best of you,

in the palm of my hand,

but in my complete blindness,

you sifted like grains of sand.

All the signals you must have given,

how could I ever have missed?

Your unconditional love,

everyday that I risked.

 

Then when it flat lined,

I guess I was surprised.

But I should have seen it coming,

through the windows of your eyes.

 

You never know what you have,

until it is gone.

What I had in you,

brought each days dawn.

 

So now my days are dark,

because the sun doesn't rise.

And I waste every wish,

on the darkness to subside.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S. 

The Last Mystery of the Universe

Let me ask just one simple question.

There is only one thing left I need to know.

You see, I have given up trying to understand women,

but why is it peanuts always come out whole?

I can go through life not knowing why they cry,

or why it is they must always come and go.

The mystery I cannot figure out at all is,

Why do peanuts always come out whole?

I have bought the pretty flowers and opened the doors.

I can remember the favorite colors and funny things told.

It just completely behooves me to think,

why peanuts always come out whole!

 

So when I start to get confused about women,

and feeling as if my heart will not recovery from the low,

I can always reflect on the last mystery of the universe,

"Why do peanuts always have to come out whole?"

 

Written by George Lynch

 

Fairwell Disguise

In my life I have hid behind my disguise,

not wanting any to know who was I,

and if I could replay the not so wise,

you would know now deep the problem lies.

Underneath a surface so cold,

there is always a story to be told,

of one who's afraid to step in the fold,

trusting in something he cannot hold.

Although faith is made by the step,

and trusting is how promises are kept,

finding I would never be the only one left,

I removed my disguise to show the rest.

Here I stand face to face,

I've moved but never changed place,

know I'm ready to open my case,

too soon is better than too late.

Now here I stand in front of you,

It's your decision on what you do,

turn and walk away if you choose,

or love the person I've changed into.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

My Still Memories

All the simple memories,

Captured, frozen in time.

These I have collected,

memories I wish could be mine.

There are scenes of many smiles,

that have moved my many tears,

and as I take each memory in,

I feel the distance of so many years.

These memories I should have witnessed,

but now I only get second rate,

and as I hold them in my hand,

the pain of joy becomes my emotional state.

I see the loving laughter,

but so far from me is the sound,

this is what tears me apart,

why memories cut so deep down.

Even though I may I hold these memories by hand,

in my heart, these I will never know.

So I place them in the protection,

of a book I never close.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution.

The Runner

She runs so very fast

but where has she gone?

Only turned a few corners

nearly breaking the dawn.

Can she really run forever?

An athlete at her best.

Her desire to run away,

She questions my intrest.

Good at what she does,

She told me she'd run.

I blink my eye,

and she was done.

Was I not up to speed?

Could I not compete?

But she came around again,

I was out of my seat.

She really likes to run!

If I could slow her down,

I'd take her by the hand,

and whisper a few sounds.

My little precious runner,

Where does she have to go?

Back into these arms please,

I promise to to slow.

Written by George Lynch

Dedicated to S.B. 

 

My Dying Tree

My love becomes a fickled tree,

dying from a lonely disease.

Changing from a colorful grow,

to the darkness of the roots below.

A bird will not nest in this branch,

the loneliness consumes at first chance.

There aren't leaves to fall to the ground,

only bare branches to be found.

Life of this tree disease will take,

when the core has had it's final break.

Written By George Lynch

Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

Breaking Bricks In The Wall

Who built this wall?

They built it way too tall!

Every brick is labeled,

and it looks so unstable.

Bricks of animosity,

here are some of hypocracy.

The foundation is built on lies,

Fear is stacked to the sky!

There are bricks of shame,

and bricks of blame.

What is this wall trying to hide?

I must see the other side!

Bricks of anger I will remove,

smash bricks of bad attitudes!

Chip away at deceitful lusts,

Bring down violence is a must.

Bricks of hate coming down left and right.

This wall will crumble if it takes all night!

Down with all idolitries.

Breaking away all harmful impurities.

One Brick makes this wall stand tall,

destroy selfishness and it will fall!

So I hit it with all I got,

and each brick begins to drop.

Then I look to the other side

to see Someone's been helping me the whole time.

So I ask Him "Who built this wall between You and I?"

"You did, my son" was His reply.

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution