Poetry by Ronald Duane, Meurer
   
Poetry:
 
Heres a few for you to sample hope you enjoy them, i will change them out occassionally for your viewing .Thank you feel free to email me.



1.Hermit 2.Best of Frenz 3.CROSSROADS 4.The Dawning of Time 5.Dove 6.Lost Souls 7.Shadows 8.Element of Surprise 9.Time 10.The Gathering 11.Transcending Flight 12.Life?s a Bitch 13.The Rose




HERMIT

Into this world
I was brought
With opposing signs
To create my own chaos
One side gives,
One side takes
I feel the pain and sorrows
Of those around me
I understand their needs
As I take it from them.
I play many roles
In my passive silence
As I learn to control
My own raging violence
For my wisdom grows stronger
Through their sorrows
They know not how much
I understand their problems
I judge their characters'
through my heart
So I will know
Where to start
I see my losses
Before I start.
But I always seem
To follow my heart.
Others around me misunderstand
They think I am
Blind in my faith
But I see more than
What is at hand?
For some
I have compassion
But others
With their own selfish ambitions
For they only share
When it is in their own best interest
For they take and take
Give just a little
And not caring about
Anyone else?s feelings
For they seem
To put me
Into a insane
State of mind
But I always
Still seem to try.
For the mist
Which seems to
Cover their eyes.
It creates a distortion
In other peoples lives
Through their lies and deceptions
They are always right
For their pride
Is to high
To give anyone
Such recognition
For all I ask is
To return the favor
A little honesty
is the answer.
So people think I
am a little strange
In some weird ways
I was born
under the signs
Which fall into the
realm of the mystics
For it truly disturbs them
That I know what
they think sometimes
I read in their faces
And
Through their hearts
For I can find the answers
To all of our problems
Like the Hermit
Who stands alone
I watch their actions
To understand the human souls'
It gives me the knowledge
For which I seek
So we can all become
More content with ourselves
So I play these games
To help us all find
Some peace of mind
In our own lives

6/30/90 Ronald Duane Meurer











Best of Frenz

To the joy
For which they bring
For the twinkle
Of their eyes
Puts a smile
On our faces
For they are our
Best of Frenz
And that is no lie.
They?re silly gestures
Brings such a
Sigh of happiness
To our lives.
Like chasing the ball
Into the wall
Or falling off a log.
In their disgrace
For it hurts them so
Saying please
just love me
And not laugh anymore.
So treat me
Like a human
With a little compassion
And some loving too.
For they will
Always have
Unconditional love
For us all.
They bring you up
When your down
They cuddle up to you
When your around
They feel your hurt
And your pain
They give you sympathy
Even when your to blame
They let you enjoy
The Simple Things in Life.
For which seems to be
So Priceless
in our lives
For all they want is
To be your
BEST OF FRENZ.
July 5 1990

CROSSROADS

You come across
Your dreams
In the moments
Of haste.
Your mind becomes scrambled
To fall all out of place.
For if you choose one
But not the other.
So you affect your life
And all the others.
For which do you choose?
One to a hundred.
For which path shall you
Choose?
So you can
Begin another.
Some paths are short
And some are long
They affect our lives
For whatever is
Right or wrong.
I seem to follow
The path from hell,
So how can I escape
From my self?
So that I can
Reach our Lord's
Paradise to dwell?
But I have dug
My grave so deep
My soul lays
Down to sleep.
For my dreams
Become so adverse
For I run from
My true feelings
And die a little more.
For I dream of happiness
Forever more.
I find the hate dwelling
More and more.
All I desire is
Peace of mind
So please dear Lord,
Give me mine!!!

The Dawning of Time

Since the dawn of time
The beginning of our world
We advance in our technology
And really learn nothing more.
So we destroy all that is around us
Without following
The GOLDEN RULE.
So our hate for one another
Soon begins to kill
Our love for each other.
For the lack of trust and honesty
Between us all.
For it causes us all to
Go to war
With one another.
Since there has never been
Any changes in our world.
It seems so easy
Not to follow his word.
For which is worse?
Those who do not believe
In Him at all
Or
The hypocrite
Who takes his word for granted
A little more each time
As he leaves the preachers' sermon
For he thinks it is OK
In the way he
Runs his own life.
For our will powers
Have been weak
Since the beginning of time.
So why is it so hard
To obey His word.
For the oppositions seem so strong
In this world.
For all man kind needs to learn
To control his own life
And do what is right.
So we won't lead ourselves
Into situations
That will cause disaster
To enter our lives.
For we all must learn
How to say no
To all these things
Which will approach our lives.
Because the book of Revelation
Is soon to take effect in our lives
August 10,1990
Dove

May the sails'
blow smoothly
In the things
for which you love.
I hope you
do not misunderstand
These written words.
But it seems
like you fear
The things from
my world.
So shall I
part in peace,
Leaving your world.
You shall find
the light
If you look
within yourself.
So I hope you learn
to understand yourself.

May the winds
blow smoothly
The waters
stay calm
And the rose
bloom beautifully
Like your heart.
Through the stormy nights
of misconceptions
Just always remember
to believe in yourself
And anything you
may want
Will always seem
to happen.
Like the dove who
flies into the light
he always knows
he can return
home again
another night.

November 28,1990
Ronald Duane, Meurer

Lost Souls

The darkness of night
Steals away our lives.
It feeds us fear
In the things
For which we strive.
For the insanity
Which overrules
We mistrust our friends
And believe in fools.
For what is heaven
And what is hell?
For we enjoy the pleasures
For which no man should dwell.
In the dungeons
With such hate.
We enjoy our passions
With no disgrace.
In the time
Which is to come.
We will become part of the evil one.
Under his powers
We soon shall learn
That love is great
And hate is for no one.
He has us hooked
On our vices
So no man knows
Of what is righteous.
The Reaper serves him well
In his evil tasks.
As he kills our souls
And our love.
For true love
Is the only way
To keep your mind
And souls
From such disgrace.

Shadows

Come with me
For I am Death
Part thy evil ways
From thy soul
Or
You shall be no more.
In the past
Your games were like gold
Then only you shall know.
So now we crank it on
To kill your soul.
The wondering mind
Scares you so
As all your possessions
All go up in smoke.
For now you enter the World
Of the Mentally Insane
Where I am the King of this
Crazy little game.
I play stupid
To all that you do
So I can commence
To destroy you
I shall take you apart
Piece by piece.
So your tears of everything you fear
Can come true.
So now you can enjoy
The ultimate thrill of life
Which is to watch
Your little world die.


Element of Surprise

As the blizzard rolled
across the lands.
On a wintry
Monday morning
back in 1963.
My watch hit
six o?clock
in the morning.
As I headed
out the door
to begin another
week of work
But the blizzard
of fog was so thick
That the steam
from my coffee
vanished in the mist.
Then I set
the cup
upon the car.
And as I
unlocked the door.
So I could
begin my journey
just one more time.
When I opened
the door
something fell
upon my feet.
For it was heavy
but who was it.
Since I could
not see.
I felt the face
of a fair skinned
young lady.
But my heart
began to race.
As I felt
the warm blood
run across my feet.
But my mouth
became so dry.
That I could not
even scream or cry.
And through the mist
came a man.
He made not
even a sound
to give me a chance.
As he ran
his knife
through my side.
So I lay down
to rest
As he took
my life
Then he drove
off in my car.
As he left the
land of the
lone star state.
Soon he stopped
to take some rest.
As I entered
in his dreams
that very night.
He died in his sleep
without a chance
to even fight.
Since he killed
me and my wife.


Time

Life is so short
To last so long
It keeps on going
Until it is gone

The good times go by fast
The bad times go by slow
You look back on them all
And where did they go?






THE GATHERING

For the darkness
which intervened
drew the powers
of evil beings
and the Earth
became so still
as the skies
began to change
like before the storm
of the darkest war
to ever be seen
when Heaven and Hell
comes to call
to claim the rule
of our Mother Earth
then she began to shake
and the ocean
was filled with rage.
As for good and evil,
yin and yang
the harmony was broken
between all living things
so the sorcery arose
and the magicians began
to reclaim all the powers
that was given to them.
For on this
full moon night
where purple hazes
filled the skies
witches and warlocks
for black or white
to battle it out
on this day
which looked like night
with no stars nor moon
to give off any light,
but the lighting bolts
which filled the skies
opening the doors
to the other side
where all the dimensions
will become one
so all the spirits
and the souls
will be free
to roam the Earth
to torment the living
who have caused
such great pain.
For it will be
the gathering
that no mortal man
could ever imagine.
Since this day
is not yet
to be known,
but it will be
the longest day in history
of our mother Earth
where time shall stop
until it is done
and
the hearts of mortal man
will become as
black as coal
or
white like the dove
so they can fly away
just once more
for there?s no in between
on this day
you are either
good or evil
and your soul
will be marked
to put you
in your place.
Since the deeds
that you have done
can not be erased
it will be
the day of reckoning
which will be like no other
we have ever seen.
since time shall
stand still
for all eternity.
A thousand years of terror
shall rule this Earth
where you will wish
that you were dead
but you have become immortal
and it will be
the longest nightmare
that you have ever seen
for death shall not exist
for a thousand years
as Satan roams the earth
until heaven comes
to take its place
and peace
will not exist
until this day
May 1996
Ronald Duane Meurer



TRANSCENDING FLIGHT

Close your eyes
envision your flight
Dream of the things
you need for this night.
Embark on your journey
one more time
and
You shall find
the door
to the other side.
You have the power,
you are the tower.
There are no limits
to your mind power.
You can travel
far and wide
There are no boundaries
on the other side.
Nothing to stop you
but your own mind.
With no doubts
and
no fears.
It will be all yours
if you adhere.
So open your heart
and
give it all
that you have got.
For it will be done
If it comes
from the bottom
of your heart.

May 12, 1991
Ronald Duane Meurer




Life?s A Bitch

I play your games
While you play
with my mind
You fill me
with shit
And you throw
me behind.

I take no bullshit
I tell you no lies
You feed me your shit
So I tell you good-bye.


The Rose

Love is like a rose
With its beauty
it grows
Through the times
and days
It starts to age
The beauty of the rose
begins to fade
And the rose withers away
And in time it hopes
to bloom another day.
 
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Ronald Duane Meurer
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Born March 5, 1967 in Jonesboro, Arkansas, Ronald Duane, Meurer began a life that forced him to deal with the pains of others as well as his own. He met this challenge through psychical labor, the escape, and understanding afforded him by his writings.
In the cotton fields by eight years of age; His own lawn business by eighth grade; Six years of speech therapy as a child and over 25 different addresses in the last eleven years, Mister Meurer has crisscrossed the nation collecting the experiences of life.
It is his sincere hope that this collection will help the reader to understand and meet some of the trials that life has to offer.

To this end, read, re-read, attempt to understand, and above all, enjoy.








 
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