Thursday, September 25, 2008

Bird upon the Snow

I can't handle you
Its really too much
Your loving words
and strong painful touch
The warmth of your breath
The ice in your hands
the chill down my spine
from your whispered demands
Your teasing tentacles
strangle my heart
The vine of your poison
binds me apart
Each time you glance up
You draw me down
Caught in a riptide
can't breathe so I drown
I plead you to go
I can't bear your knife
You keep me by hope
Yet destroy my life
Like a bird on the snow
Fed food in autumn
could've fled south
now starving, hits bottom
You promise and tease
my heart caught in pain
you hurt me with words
and destroy me again.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

overwhelmed

I need help
Its all around
Can't see it now
but hear the sound
The thunder threatens
rains begin
and soon the torrent
rushes in
The floods rise up
They're all around
and soon my feet
have left the ground
Can't see the sky
Can't feel the earth
But feel the pain
for all its worth
Closing in
and choking me
Soon won't hear
nor will I see
I need Your hand
to help me breathe
to calm the storm
my fear relieve
Please help me God
its closing in
I need You now
Oh please come in.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

You lied to me

You lied to me.
Your words promised love and commitment
to a hungry woman
weak from abuse
Your actions said maybe
and dangled a carrot in front of my nose
A taste.. just enough to want more
and over time..
more..
and
more
until I am so desperate for your promise
of love
and tortured as I am led around - the promise just out of reach
the love you fully thought I could reach
you dangled before a helpless woman
giving enough to tease
You lied to me
thinking you were giving help and hope
you never looked back
to see if i could eat
when each step, you were out of reach
and you crushed me
tore open wounds
baring raw pain
again and again
each step of pain
the trail marked with tears
You lied to me in honesty
thinking it should have been enough
as I starved
and die again
proven right
again

Strangely out of reach

Strangely out of reach,
There's an emptiness to this room that once held your face.
Its quiet now and peace has come,
Yet shadows play against the wall, the price of peace was the loss of you.
Pleasant walls, pictures and memories,
new friends - the train has left for a new destination.
The movie ended - a passionate whirlwind romance
a relationship built on heat and turmoil, alive..
..like two ships passing in the night -
you bid me farewell at the station.
I cannot tell, if ever our paths will cross again.
I invited you to come
but, you said, your life is elsewhere, sorry kid, its time to go.
You'll be fine.
So in this new place.. heat dissolved, pleasant place
devoid of you,
of the passion.
There's an emptiness to this room that once held your face.

Strangely out of reach

Strangely out of reach,
There's an emptiness to this room that once held your face.
Its quiet now and peace has come,
Yet shadows play against the wall, the price of peace was the loss of you.
Pleasant walls, pictures and memories,
new friends - the train has left for a new destination.
The movie ended - a passionate whirlwind romance
a relationship built on heat and turmoil, alive..
..like two ships passing in the night -
you bid me farewell at the station.
I cannot tell, if ever our paths will cross again.
I invited you to come
but, you said, your life is elsewhere, sorry kid, its time to go.
You'll be fine.
So in this new place.. heat dissolved, pleasant place
devoid of you,
of the passion.
There's an emptiness to this room that once held your face.

Friday, September 5, 2008

my concrete bridge

This wet day flashes cross my mind the beauty of the bridge.
It calls me to discover what is hidden 'yon the ridge.
Concrete cold beneath my feet is hard and brittle, broken.
Yet somehow if I think beyond, I see the hope unspoken.
Atop the crest, I view a racing highway 'neath my feet,
and trace its path horizonward, my heart begins to beat.
It calls me to step off and soar the journey like a dove.
Get off this concrete bridge and see the world from up above.
The wind and traffic wildly toss my hair across my face.
I've studied this horizon till my heart begins to race.
I know the place and time, the perfect angle to the sky,
when all the keys unlock my feet to take to flight and fly.
You see a broken bridge, on the outside cracked and broken,
but beyond the concrete surface is a beauty yet unspoken.



part 2 - sept 7
i see the traffic fast below
and know that this is not the bridge
there can be no one else around
no other life beneath the ridge
the details now, they bother me
too many things that don't belong
my heart sinks lower with my reason
seeing clearly, this is wrong
knowing how and when and where
do not make me search the sky
but knowing these - equip my feet
upon an impulse think they fly
there are no bridges i can find
that truly hold the answer
i wish another heart could know
the pain that is this cancer
and seek to find the battle scars
and paint them lovely tender
my fragile spirit longs for sleep
and hope is growing slender
all is well yet not at all
safe - yet screaming danger
my tiny soul upon a bridge
confused and lonely stranger

i've lost heart

I break off my heart
one piece at a time
I give it with pain
as a gift, what was mine.
We married our hearts
to create a sweet bond,
but now I reach out
and you've ceased to respond.
Perhaps you are moved
in your heart of emotion,
but that gives me nothing
not even a notion,
that anyone cares
to know me at all.
I'd save me some heartache
to talk to the wall.
Forgive me if this seems
too harsh or too cruel.
A broken-heart dishrag
I'm everyone's fool.
A piece of me's lost
each time that I share.
I give it to you
for safekeeping and care.
But how do I know
if my heart you've received?
Or tossed out my life
with the junk to be heaved.
Nothing to lose or to gain,I'm
- dejected.
I was broken before and now I'm
- rejected.
I'll just say it once,
at the end of my rope:
Talking has failed,
I've a new way to cope.
I cannot deny
that I've lost will and heart :(
Goodbye my sweet friend as
for now we must part.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

stupid game

i've got an idea
lets play this game
i'll fake a smile
and take all the blame
you fake a hug
and call out a number
and as i step closer
my smiling will slumber
and when we connect
you call out a name
then run to home free
and i'll take the blame
we'll call it pretend
cuz we'll never meet
the smiles will keep coming
the hugs all have feet
i've got an idea
i don't like this game
you get all the glory
i get the shame

escape

i long for peace
escape
a mountain hideaway
like Elijah
when his spirit was grey
when life was a broken treasure
in shaking hands
ready to fall and
buried in the sands
of time
eroding, blowing away...
plodding on to the peak
finding a cave
so quiet
to hear
the voice of God speak

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

AUTUMN

A loft the fingers of the tree

U nder auburn skies I see

T urning hues of ember brown

U ntil tempo woos them down

M using, I upon the limbs

N ote the Artist's playful whims

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

To My Ruth

I am Naomi and you are my Ruth.
You've loved me through Jesus in spirit and truth.

It rips me apart, I just don't understand
why you hadn't yet simply let go of my hand.

The problem is mine but its killing me so.
I urged you to leave but don't want you to go.

I've nothing to offer, in fact, I'm a weight.
I slow down your journey with my broken gait.

It hurts me so much to hope you're still here
but God keeps on saying I've nothing to fear.

Now that you've loved me the way that you do,
I can't go on living without more of you.

Does love equal pain? Yes - when you're lonely,
when no one has ever stayed close but you only.

What's left for us? You could kill with a smile.
I love you already - too late for denial.

God is teaching me true sacrifice.
I'm nothing but awful but He paid the price.

I've nothing to offer my Ruth but my love
and pray that she's blessed by my God up above.

My Ruth are you leaving or staying today?
Is my fearful heart fleeing or praying to stay?

I fear I am broken each way it may go.
I'm undone. I'm undone... because I love you so.

forgotten

f ire was started
o nly to drown
r ushing wind and rain
g oing down down
o nto the embers
t otally drenched
t ossed to the ocean
e ntrenched
n ever to be sought again

Wick of Hay

The wind is always shifting,
changing, never stays the same.
We are born but for a moment
just to leave as ne'er we came.

Our footprints mark the sand
but impressions are so shallow.
Barely are they seen before
the changing tide does follow.

A name - a fleeting boast
crumpled dust upon the breeze.
The heart, a rhythmic hopebeat
like a drop upon the seas.

Like a spark of ready powder
is the pride of man at day,
a flash of willful arrogance
snuffed out as wick of hay.

Before the words are spoken
life is gone, it did not matter.
The hopes and dreams and passions
are like bones upon a platter.

Life is always shifting,
changing, never stays the same.
Hope is born but for a moment
just to leave as ne'er it came.

Monday, September 1, 2008

White clouds on crystal blue
Drifting softly o'er the hue

Fragrant breeze
through rustling leaves

The peaceful whispered sound of You

Water lapping ever more
the warm and soft sandy shore

Majestic mountains
Flowing fountains

Refreshing, strong, the sight of You

Petals unfolding to the sun
Their sawying dance just begun

Intoxicating
Invigorating

Sweet and pure, the scent of You

Wood splintering, crossing beams
Nails pounding, silent screams

Senses filled
Pleasure spilled

Pure sacrifice, the heart of You

The boulder rolling far and wide
Angels looming near the tide

Shouting vict'ry
O'er Calvery

Redemption here, the touch of You.