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?

Inside my Soul

There you are...
I have searched for you
for years
and there you sit
just inside my soul
neither time
nor space
is present here
in this sacred place
here, you are safe
blinders off us both
clarity crystallizes truth
that creates color and definition
that defies description
I see you
awash in glory
as you are meant to be
as you are
how you radiate
light, love and beauty
there you are
I have for so long been looking for you
and here you are
sitting gently
inside my soul
welcome home…

Our gods

You scoff at my faith
watch me as I fail
to hold onto to my Savior
as I suffer on this trail
You think me the fool
for letting things go
and trusting my heart
to what I don't know
You think I can succeed
if I steer my own ship
If I hold tight to the wheel
I can prevent any slip
You think victory comes
through your own mortal hands
that failure is avoidable
and you don’t understand
Faith seems stupid
something for the weak
that I am somehow failing
when I turn the other cheek
I wonder how you know
all the truth you do profess
when you have a god too
from whom you seek redress
Your god lies in the bottle
he numbs your heart, your woes
you pour out all your troubles
you tell him of your foes
you pray to him with vengeance
you pray to him for peace
you drink him in with passion
that in itself won’t cease
He choses many times
what you do and say
you are often at his beck and call
his hands you cannot stay
He lords over you
and torments your precious soul
you think time and time again
you just need a goal
and you can control
what he does to you
and you aren’t bound
but is that really true?
We all have gods
of different kinds, my friend
I’ll take the one who died for me
you take the one who can't mend
I’ll take the one who loves me
who wants me to be free
you take the one who robs you blind
and steals your intregity
I prayed to your god before
and drowned within his love
I’d rather kneel in abject pain
and seek my God above
I don’t wish you any harm
or claim to know it all
but don’t tell me you don’t pray
to the god called alcohol…