righteous God -
to Salvation &
I believe in pain, because You meet me there
and grasp my little hand in Your great big one,
You wrap me in the shield of Your love,
in Your embrace You soothe away my tears
and wash away my fears.
I still look for you, as I lie in bed,
caught in between waking and sleeping,
in the threads of the subconscious and the conscious world,
I strain my heart to sense the echoes of you.
As a child I re…
Cold dark room,with a bed nothing more. Only webs and and dust from the past
Again and again I rode the rising high feelings faster and faster until I flew feeling untouchable and fearless,
your soul is so beautiful your words line my mind with a golden coating,
your eyes shine bright blue glistening like crystals sitting in the wonderful white clouds draped only by sunshine,
The day the driven dreams crashed,
The wicked thoughts splattering cells,
It doesn’t want me to be happy,
But when I’m with you it’s vanquished,
You fulfill me more than any pill
Nature of Existence
Oh what power wrought…
What Divine intervention gives birth to such Flight.
Such Cowardice moves me – No. Love moves me.
Heart! Cease thy Lustful Quake!
For thy R…
Take flight amidst angels and men.
Where wings alone keep you aloft.
The city far below you burns with morning light.
As if the sun had set fire to the heavens.
But your sin will only keep you so long.
Together you and I will never be cold,
And our romantic story will be written in children books and forever be told,
You can be the author, I only wish to be the period, a dot written by your pen.
You are the God who hears my heart
And watches me while I sleep,
You calm my fears,
You still my storms
And answer me when I call.
You are faithful
You are my Rock
You are my Refuge
And my fortress
You are po…
Yet linger on
the end of the tongue
tasted off the lip
It is somehow like Pablo’s fish
In the wind
That I have a knowing of
Though I live in the water
And the wind is my death
Hold me. Love me. I am your forever.
But only if you sound the depth
of your dreams with the voice
of your past.
why would i leave you an extract, when you’re meant to read all of it? ;oP
I keep thinking that this has all been a dream… a misguided, alternative reality that has played out for the last forty years, and I will wake up. But, sad to say, it isn’t. Memories have shot before…
In a little town about a half hour to the west from my home, lay my ‘test’; it was a farming community, with a co-op, a grade school, two churches- and about twelve bars: Typical priorities for a not…