Replaceable

Nameless
Faceless
girl with long hair
Touch her
Kiss her
Revel inside there
Drink her up
Drink her in
Finally come up for air
Charming smile
Cold Heart
Pretend that you care
Choking on truth
Swallow it down
lies she will bare
Tangled within
Stubborn without
Find another for your lair...

He and Me

I will not have
a life unlived
on the edge of fear
the sweet small voice
within my jaded heart
I still hear
He writes a perfect melody
waiting on me for the harmony
I turn
I move
I start
I struggle to let go
lest I fall apart
but God’s alive and inside me grows
He pushes me to soar for He knows
the music buried alive mustn’t die
I am no longer able to live my lie
with gentle hands, He reaches out
upon my tongue, He rolls about
together infused, we birth a song
He hums the tune, I sing along
and beauty small and heaven sent
through the terror and mire he rents
and from bud to glorious flower
we create hour after hour
Dusk sneaks up behind me now
day has past, upon my vow
I committed, laid open wide
my heart to Him of the eternal tide
And with Him I will create and guide
and fear not, for He walks beside
Never will I be alone
in complete safety, I will roam
and live
and breathe
each moment still
in rapture
in sunlight
upon each hill
every day unlike the past
each experience I will grasp
and learn
and move
in separate time
and pen the dance
and dance the rhyme….

I still believe...

I still believe in love
though it has been a while
since I have seen it
I still believe in the Lord
though he whispers softly
and sometimes I turn away
I still believe in angels
though they are at times
hard to see
I still believe in possibilities
unlimited and enduring
I still believe in people
though they turn from me
and judge
sometimes erroneously
I still believe in seeing
the spirit of the person
standing in front of me
though it can have painful
ramifications
I still believe
and thank the Lord
my spirit has been preserved
I desire to remain
pure in my ability to see you
though it is tempting
to rely only on the temporal
and walk away in disgust

Subjective Reality

Where are you really?
Be alone
Be with others
Be wherever you need to be
Be without me
But please
Be real
Be honest
Be true
at least to yourself...

Business at Hand

• Century
• Timing
• Target

Could you elaborate or am I left to decipher their meanings?
You speak in bullet points like a power point presentation
written in a colorless, foreign script.

Here’s my attempt at defining:

• Century-we are in the wrong one
• Timing-is off
• Target-change it and deal with the life you have

Am I close?