NOW WHAT

Childish ambitions of youth,
From ill knowledge and ignorance.
The fading ambers of realizations made in the bright fire.

CLOSED

All I can hear is the music.
The music is loud.
But, not too loud.

SOFTER STILL

my thoughts abound to my mind of the past
to fears of those friendships that might not last

each friend might be temporary, but i try my best
here today gone tomorrow; you know the rest

many people have i just met
and they each one; they let me in
things they’ve done and places they’ve been

from people in our lives to postmodern art
i just couldn’t believe this love in my heart
your hurts you hide, but you’re even still thankful
my problems shrink in compare, i had thought them a handful

GENUINE

Is my mind’s t.v. on the right channel?
A fuzzy signal to my brain through a funnel.

PLEASE

I walk around in circles.
I’m trapped inside a box,
of which I can’t get out.

IT'S MISSING

An explosion within that I must contain.
Emotions I have, my pride finds my shame.

I grit my teeth and I shake my head.

HIS BREATH

I’ve seen inside the factory of few and far between,
Buttons and knobs of plenty; noses and eyes of the people machine.

The human maker fashions and forms and counts the hairs on our head,
He knits together his batch of love and breaths in his life, just like he said.

Closed eyes, now open and can see their creator,
The perfect creation now exits the factory, God says “see you later.”

MAILBOX TO JESUS

I make my pleas, you hear my cry,
I wait for you response, I listen; you know I try.

I praise you for me, for them, everything and all,

NOTHING

My fingers grip my hair
They slide right through.
A small tangle in the end.

I VOW

But, I can not say till death do us part
For at my death will I run to you arms.
Jesus, my Lord, Lover, the Great I Am