For......

Wasn't this just like last time,
When I'd felt like the bell and chime,
Rocking about to the beat of
Another's emo mind.

I don't want to feel
I don't want to hurt
I don't want no tears
To fall upon the dirt.

Take this cup away from me,
O so sweet though it may be.
Sometimes things in life
Are better left to be.

Yet I just can't live without
This miry drink of doubt,
I keep seeing things not there
Perhaps its just thin air.

Unto Hope I will cling
Should just sit and wait awhile.
Time may come when all things sing
Of the beauty yet to come.

***

A little poem to an unaware special little someone.

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Long have I looked upon those barren shores
To search for a glimmer of hope restored.
I tarry upon eaves of billowing sand
Trodding a path through this abomi'ble land.
I sense a warmth burning deep within
It carries me onwards, a promise therein.
May God plot a course that I may run
To find that lost treasure I would have won.

Here by the seashore in all its rocky darkness
A feeling of rage just freshly departed.
I ponder the wrongs that I may have done
And offer up repentance for that which I've done.
Maybe if I were to show more humility
I might see a way out of this calamity.
How I long for that rest of peace
To drive away this sickness, and leave me be.

Faith is like seeing

They say that i can move the mountains
and send them falling to the sea
they say that i can walk on water
if i would follow and believe
with Faith Like a Child

***

Since mine eyes have looked on Jesus,
I’ve lost sight of all beside,
So enchained my spirit’s vision,
Gazing on the Crucified.

When Reality Hits

If only you could lift me upon eagle's wings...

The murmur of passing momentaries
Fills the echoing chambers of my audioscape.
I could, just might, grasping, able to make out words,
But in the end I just tune right out.
It is not real, but yet it is.
It is as real as the fingers on my hand.
But what cannot be seen seems more real.
Whispers of unreality, thin willowing veils,
Wraps willfully around me.
Is anything real anymore?
What is it that I see? I see
A blank wall with no beginning
Sheer white nothingness
Stands, obstructing, retarding.

God help me, ye breaker of strongholds.

I'd say more...

I'd say more, but I'd only be saying nothing.
I'd show more, but I'd only be showing a lie.
I'd do more, but I'd only be doing less.
Nothing I say or do or show off
Could ever compare to Your Grace.

A Challenge

To Set the captives free
To Break Bondages
To Find those who are Lost
To Bring Light to the Dark
To Herald the coming of our Lord
To Bring nations to Christ
To LOVE

Amen

Pom is for peace of mind

Take a pill for the pain
Drink some tea for my thoughts
Eat some chilli for the callousness
Grab a sandwich for my sensations
Buy a gold chain for the gregarious cantaloop
I want a Jap for my jarringly apprehensive psychosis
And a Pom for peace of mind.