given

love abounds
great and free
falling down
covers me

see the wounds
bread and wine
remembering
love divine

cower here
before the throne
asking if the fallen
die alone

then hear the song
He sings out free
"the punishment
was all on me"

together

and we're hitting all the red lights
and we're running out of time
while we're racing toward the finish line
forsaking olden rhymes
and a raven caws and stirs his wing
and all the stars align
we learn to live and sing along
in one accordant song

tuesday

i see all awful parallels
and where the true way lies
and stuck there in the middle
i pray for healing clean
bleeding talking finding love
and yet my lips can not complain
because you've been here
all along

waiting

all the things i thought i was
i now know i can't be
a heart that warmed to give you love
and find our way to God
and while i wait and watch for thee...

...I'll search and sear my soul

looking forward

i do not know yet what it is
i only know we can not be afraid.

rest

it's funny when you're tired everything becomes a chore
from the breathing to the talking to the walking out the door
and the breeze feels like a love song though the tune is not the same
and the tuna tastes like daisies in a golden yellow chain
when praying's an excuse to find a time to close your eyes
and your friends are speaking softly but you hear them sing out more
then a shoulder aches and heart grows faint as to the closing shut
your eyelids droop and threaten sleep before you've finished up.

s-thinking

silence eats the
words i try to make come
while i wait and wrestle
with the thoughts about
to short my brain waves out

waiting in a happy hell
so tired of doing good things
dreaming about great things i think
should be coming from these
thoughts i must supress

i need strength to make
it through these days in
mediocre intellectual cut time
missing people who don't care
but thankful there are some who do

find an outlet in the
struggle for a better waste of time
brutal truth-ing in my heart is
all that keeps the beating
there for future hope

apathy

my skin's too tight and
i can't breathe
the fleeting light
the bloody knees
if i were stronger
i would stand
and rectify the
fallen plan
but here i sit
and type alone
as wonder passes
on its own
and in the distance
i can see
a light that sweetly
calls to me
i know i want to
seek that truth
but prison'd here
i keep my self
in chains that i
have formed.
lord forgive my apathy

crazy

i spoke to the bug
and the bug talked back
and the blob and the baby
with a big red tack
fly away said the bug
or you'll land on your back
and the guzzle takes your baby
and the people take your pills
and the world's a downward spiral
and you'll live inside a ward
and your nurse will feed you twice a day
through a slot in the door
and insane will be the label
that the people love to shout
it reverberates inside your head
in the prison you have built

speakit

i'm afraid of things that tell the truth
of poems and prose; photography.
scared that windows to my soul
will open if you read the poems
and then you'll know and see
the total sum of me