The Wonderfully Fantastic and Sometimes Curious Life of John Patrick Rausch

A single ray penetrating the mine shaft  Landed on two blue sapphires unsurpassed  the stones glowed and glimmered lifting his soul casting far flung beauty in the deep dark hole Reminding the sooty miner of a higher prize On the homestead in his wife's sparkling blue eyes The first explorer sailing into the Caribbean Was amazed at the clear blue waters in new meridian A sailor for many years, he had seen seven seas Yet never chanced upon water that put him at ease Struck gazing at ripples the sailor recalled his home A port where his love's deep blue eyes similarly shone Quietly waiting in the gentle summer breeze  The Old Man used binoculars to watch the trees He was keen to observe something particular  Plumage of the Indigo Bunting, Blue Bird, or Warbler Seeing Two taking flight brought him memory of his missus  When he used to sit and watch her fluttering blue iris'  Two beautiful blue eyes are oft to capture  Reminding men of gems, oceans, and nature Greater treasures

This is currently a work in progress...trying to evaluate the themes and then working on the meter and vocabulary for punch.  His face was set like stone A grimace and a growl I'll pray this prayer to atone For the priests liturgical foul  A careful examiner of the Mass He only goes to the perfect church Vising others with a magnifying glass Instead of praying, he sits on a perch He thought love was in the rubric When it was really written on the heart Wormwood played him a good trick How pitiable the man in the dark Take note you unhappy churchman  because the imperfectly consecrated hand Can still fan the flame  That is meant to light the land

I feel like my brain is shredding apart A million different things stretch my heart  Tore up the script; where do I even start? John, free to hangout? I’m about to dart  Can't help but say yes to all the invites Running around with all these socialites Not enough sports but I'm tired of the bikes  Looking around wishing I was taking flights They telling me I should just be patient  Odd, I   thought I was your patient  My heart's been shown to the medic tent It's a hopeless case, all my time was spent Attacks start to rain on my castle wall "Don't get up again, you're going to fall!" "You can't focus, oops you dropped the ball!" "You're lost in the clouds about to stall!"  I've had enough I'm breaking free Dark One won't be the warden of me I'll follow the King, you just watch and see  About to leave my cell, finally found the key

       I was in a hurry. It was incredibly hot and sunny outside as I rode my bike into downtown Webster Groves coming back from a friends house and one my way to another friends house for a BBQ. Something, or rather, someone caught my eye as I blasted down the road in hot pursuit of a cold beer and good company. An older man in long sleeves and jeans was standing leaning a little against a brick wall. Normally this would be quite unassuming but immediately my brain flagged this as a level 10 emergency.       No one would go outside in the heat dressed like this and the old man was paused not in the shade but in the sun. I've always had a pretty good sense of when I need to help people and that sense is quick to confirm in me when I listen to it. This time that sense was lit up telling me to help the guy. So I grabbed a fistful of breaks and whipped around to go see what was going on. I roll up and say something like," Excuse me sir, are you alright? Can I help you?"....a