Angels or strangers whose arms are found better
whose outstretched love does hide
the sinner deep in loathsome sleep
when thoughts and hearts collide
Those who once have never known
the sliding sweat of skin
or ones we will not see once more
who knew us not back then.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Upright
Upright beasts is what we are
confined to fleshy zoo,
made to dance with circumstance
understanding far and few.
Forced into explosion
driven from our salty slumber,
made to grace a time and place
disgrace a loathsome lover.
Shunned but not forgotten
lost in preservation,
too great for hearts unknowing
flowing towards our condemnation.
confined to fleshy zoo,
made to dance with circumstance
understanding far and few.
Forced into explosion
driven from our salty slumber,
made to grace a time and place
disgrace a loathsome lover.
Shunned but not forgotten
lost in preservation,
too great for hearts unknowing
flowing towards our condemnation.
Ocean Drift
A night out on the ocean
emotion ebbs and flows,
on a wave no world to save
at least none that he knows.
Salty air has found it's way
to wash the cleansing tide,
wanting nothing more in life
than gentle waves to ride.
Peaceful heart endearing
steering through tranquility,
just a man out on a boat
that peaceful man is me.
emotion ebbs and flows,
on a wave no world to save
at least none that he knows.
Salty air has found it's way
to wash the cleansing tide,
wanting nothing more in life
than gentle waves to ride.
Peaceful heart endearing
steering through tranquility,
just a man out on a boat
that peaceful man is me.
Globe
Enclosed inside a crystal sphere
in here it always snows,
always have some coming down
no matter where it goes.
Perfect little portrait scenes
forever held in time,
painted picture perfect
exactly what we had in mind.
Could it be that easy
would the fog of life soon clear,
if we could simply lock our doors
and stay inside the sphere.
in here it always snows,
always have some coming down
no matter where it goes.
Perfect little portrait scenes
forever held in time,
painted picture perfect
exactly what we had in mind.
Could it be that easy
would the fog of life soon clear,
if we could simply lock our doors
and stay inside the sphere.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Human Nature
Is it human nature
ambitious hearts desire,
to push until we fall apart
too many irons to fire.
Too many buns to bake my friend
far too many words to write,
seems as if this war ignores
too many fists to fight.
Miraculous in truth no proof
divine in legislature,
can a man to life command
the call of human nature.
ambitious hearts desire,
to push until we fall apart
too many irons to fire.
Too many buns to bake my friend
far too many words to write,
seems as if this war ignores
too many fists to fight.
Miraculous in truth no proof
divine in legislature,
can a man to life command
the call of human nature.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Baptism
Raging rising river
shiver in it's glory,
God himself the reason
perfect setting of the story.
Plunged beneath the swirling stream
in hopes of restitution,
mirrored soul like water roll
conflict resolution.
Peace be still spoke to reveal
a new found sense to stir,
cheek to cheek don't turn to speak
face to face confer.
Freedom found in every sound
sheep not gone to slaughter,
freedom found in every sound
that raging river water.
shiver in it's glory,
God himself the reason
perfect setting of the story.
Plunged beneath the swirling stream
in hopes of restitution,
mirrored soul like water roll
conflict resolution.
Peace be still spoke to reveal
a new found sense to stir,
cheek to cheek don't turn to speak
face to face confer.
Freedom found in every sound
sheep not gone to slaughter,
freedom found in every sound
that raging river water.
Rendezvous
I held my breath for freedom
and heaven blinked it's eyes,
gave a needed sigh relief
no need for passing lies.
Everything stood silent
no motion on the breeze,
whistled not while passing through
the dark misshapen trees.
For time was now upon us
lending us the chance,
on this earth a little while
just long enough to dance.
and heaven blinked it's eyes,
gave a needed sigh relief
no need for passing lies.
Everything stood silent
no motion on the breeze,
whistled not while passing through
the dark misshapen trees.
For time was now upon us
lending us the chance,
on this earth a little while
just long enough to dance.
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