What If I Stumble

We cling so tight to destiny
As we sway back and forth
Often nothing left to go back to
As the ideas fade away

With tear filled eyes we forget the promise
We hold so very dear
Reckless abandon drove us
Wondering why we are here

God I beg you
Give me grace to fight
I'm tired and I'm forgetful
Sleeping through the night

I need help
Like a blind man's rubiks cube
Disarray the watermark
The colors faded and crude

Too forlorn for tears
Too distracted to sleep
Too wounded to heal
Too busy counting sheep

Lord my cup is empty
Keep me from filling it up
Let me hold on to your tender love
Remove the bittter cup

Bread and wine like placebo
Ritual demands
Too lost for words even now
Take me in your hands

Dad I need you now
As I nail my Brother's hands
Take away this hammer of mine
A quick as you can

Hold me now thats all I beg
As you beckon me to come
Hold me tight never letting go
Restore me and take me home

The city fills the boy's lungs as he gasps for air. Not a soul around for miles as tears pour down his soot covered cheeks. Jeans ripped and his one bright red fire truck shirt are now faded and a smoky brown. Ash as far as the eye can see as a flickering streetlight is the only sign of life. Sitting down under the translucent buzz he lifts his brown eyes and whimpers, "I just want to let you know I love You, I just wanted you to know." Streams race down his face as his shattered heart begins to burn with an indescribable comfort. Immediately he is in the air delicately being cradled by arms laced with brawn. He looks up to see a tear filled smile looking at him. "You have no idea how much I know you love me!" his savior whispers in his ear. For what seems an eternity they stand in unbreakable tear riddled affection. He blinks and sees the sky between his Messiah's strands of hair and is warmed by the orange, purple, and white glow. He is let down and put on his feet as the man wipes his tears away saying, "I'm home for good!"

The sunrise does prophecy my beloved's return

Dance With Me

He inhales. It is the first time he's felt alive in a good long while. Boiling anticipation seizes him as the lights begin to dim. The appetizers were nowhere near the satisfaction of the full course on its way up. Lost in the euphoria of sweat, smoke, and the hint of alcohol in the air. Eyes wild as energy rushes through his veins. With clenched fists he makes himself ready for this moment. A man steps through the darkness as time begins to stand still. Two more steps and he can see the man's eyes riddled with anger and tipsy with power. Validation and profanity pierce through the speakers through his heart. The riot begins, each one fighting for his life, as a messgae they have wept to cascades through the dank room. The movement is hypnotic as for a second he stops and locks eyes with the man on the stage. Pulsing andrenaline ingites his already pounding heart at blood from his lip touches his tounge. This is all he has, spinning in the etheral chaos. Anger boils in his veins as justice somehow seems to be met with one blow after another let the words that give him life wash over him.
The dance ends and a smile come to his face for just a few short hours. Life is bright in the smoking section of IHOP. Scars and stories are shared amonst friends as lyrics are crazenly quoted at the table. After this home awaits, along with a now empty bed. The darkness lulls his aching body to sleep as once again the rage begins to seethe underneath the surface. Blankets gripped tight as he drifts off, back into the land of nightmares.

He Sees, He Feels, He Weeps

The LORD looked and it displeased Him there was no justice. He saw that there was no one, He was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm worked salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him. (Is 59)

Letter to Santa

The ambiance could not have been better. The candles, Italian cuisine, the tuxedo, the lingerie. The room was dim as the movement was unfolding. The eyes, the laughter, the smile, the baiting. Unfolding into a symphony of motion, sweat, joy, and trembling. Locked eyes as hope intermingled with fear sink in. Exhilerated exhaustion fills the room as the climax fades. Hours pass as fan blades churn the atmosphere as empty eyes follow. A single tear hits the pillow before sleep sets in. Now moved on, responsibility thrown away with a battered heart as apathy now eats away with the now hardening cynicism.

He Sees, He Feels, He Weeps

There is no fear in Love

For perfect love casts out all fear

Spring Is Breaking

Don't wait for the dust to settle
As light breaks through the boards
The tiny particles now have an audience
For their timely dance
Stains announce the residence boldly
As revelation awakens
Awareness pours through an open window
Letting the wind further pull the paint
The Victorian era held no candle
To this house's heyday
Survey the now visible wounds
And for the first time
Take a deep breath of air

Asked and Answered

Never had it been so eloquently put until Kurt Cobain had a generation sing along with him the phrase 'Rape Me." The request is surely and steadily being answered as even the prepubescent girls mold themselves into nothing more than vices for arousal. Boys are being raised to feast on the weak as with the push of a button the imagination dies as a man's innards are glazed over a screen with a yell of pain compliments the accomplishment so adequately. All thats left is induced paranoia numbed by our gods and godesses which flows so freely from the IV line that comes out of our walls. It goes far beyond, waste and condemnation. Atleast thats the hope beating inside now jaded hearts. Death surrounds all either by cowardly self righteousness or desperate cries for something we just don't ever seem to know what it is. Its the look shared between a couple about to enter into another one night stand that cries out for some sort of affirmation and love. We were made for love. This is our existance, love. We are beings milling around for purpose, and that is love. This is only found in God. God is love, above and beyond all other images of Him He is a community of three beings who dance around in absolute delight and pleasure of each other. Our meaning is to enter into this dance as one, His birde, and enter into this joy. His Son alone bridge the gap for us to enter this dance. The soul burns to enter, but it only comes through the Son who gave everything so that you, the one who He formed/chose/gave humor/gave peronality/gave the desire for love, may enter in. In it there is meaning, no longer does one have to cry in there bedroom looking for some empty voidfill, wondering why he or she did this or that or if even you have any worth. Who you are can be only found in Christ, anything else is death, even the things that sound good, death. He is love, Shakespeare and Hollywood are not.