oh most holy,most all that's beauty-my lord and savour,my only master,spirit of perfection,i beg of thee to strengthen my existence,to be bearer of your love and grace,to set my soul free of all that earthly be-to allow your reason,your mission,your way of honor,of respect,love,protection,of all that of your plan,for time is forever and of your mansion how awesome be.
forgive my arrogance,my pride,forgive,the sin of not allowing your way -the only way lift my heart,let me always feel the presence of you and infuse thy holy spirit within every breath i take,everystep i take for all i forsake for thee.i love you holy commander;supreme architect of the universe
i kneel and praise thee
amen

You want me to kiss you
You've made that clear
But what happens after?
You go back to your dear
The one that you love
The right one for you
In this situation
I don't know what to do
I want to kiss you
I've made it clear
But for the time being
I need to escape from here

I'll pretend that was your way of dropping a hint
And cling on to it like kindergarteners do to their parents on the first day of school
I'll probably hold on for dear life for a while
But before long I'll realize school isn't so bad, and the rest of the world still has a lot to offer,
so I'll  let go and never look back again,
Almost as if I've forgotten you,
But then you'll come back
And I'll run up to you and jump in your arms as if I've been gazing out the window the whole time, waiting for your return

Until next time, my friend

fearful and waking is no normal state
but leaden hours induce no better heat
than mental light and thoughts of long defeat
in bitter summer we're past the first gate
deep into the dark country bearing freight
of so much history still incomplete
all of it human both truth and deceit
all to requirement but none of it fate
so measure that we find the true belief
is what we know and give to all our folk
upon their waking to the morning chime
of bells that have not known a moment's grief
but ring the ending of inhuman yoke
and bid us all achieve a better time

Oh look – look at that!
It’s cloudy and the skies are leaking!

Has it always been like this?

I’m trying to remember something beautiful…

But these memories
                             keep getting
                                                 washed            
  
                                                                   aw­ay


I don’t notice how drenched I am those times when I think about your eyes – I’m focusing – squinting to see something between the raindrops. I do that because I’m trying to remember why those eyes held my gaze in the first place.

Am I to always be a duck quacking for breadcrumbs?
Scarfing them down – quickly as if to free up space for the more to come.

I know there have to be more. Because I of all people deserve more. I do. I swear I do. I tell myself more is coming when I start choking on the wetness.

It's the only way to keep going - you have to trick yourself

It'll be better the next time even! Yea… yea it’ll be better –you know? ...the next time?

Because I can give it back even better... I want to give it too. I still give the little dryness I give away as soon as I get it… and I don’t expect anything back… but I do need more. As much as I try to hide it - as much as I look like I’m enjoying dancing in the rain and splashing in the puddles- I'm not

I’m always wet and cold.
I hate it so much.
I cry too much and it won’t stop leaking just like the skies.

I feel it streaking down my cheeks like raindrops on windshields. I let it run down the length of body and get caught in a pool in my belly button.

And so I laugh because I hate being cold and wet and in the rain but I’m still standing here. And the puddle in my belly button slides out and joins my teardrops – which combined with the rain makes me look normal I guess…

But in reality I’m just nakedly standing there…and it's so lonely.
It’s my entire fault too – No, it is. I’m a sponge on the inside.
I soak up every bit of moisture and stay wet – while everyone else is dry.

I daydream about being dry. I look down at my reflection in the puddles at my feet and see what it would be like to be dry. Sometimes I squat down and look really closely. I’ve even gone so far as to stick my head in and open my eyes – and it feels normal.

My eyes are open and I see me … doing those special things with you – that special someone. The Nicholas Sparks’ kind of special someone. The special someone that I see myself looking back to when I’m old and wrinkly and saying, “when I was with him I didn’t even notice I was drenched...I believed I was dry”.

But then I start getting a tingling feeling in my nose when I realize “oh silly, dumb, stupid me – I know I can’t breathe underwater”. And it’s true. I can’t. But I’ll try again tomorrow. Just watch.

I could use a towel. I would love an umbrella. A hot cup of tea would soothe me nicely. But your hands… those special someone hands are who I need to receive them from. Because they are the nicest. And I deserve the nicest.

There's just one problem: I can’t reach them through the puddle…

The town thrown from "of a different time".
surrounding Energy pulled from my mind,
such of a humbled style and full of Holy Grace
all that puts a smile upon Our face.

from what ever Shoppe,Home nor place you go,
just cross over the covered bridge We All know,
the House of Worship to the source that pierces the Heart.
a place called L.G.C.C .of  a connection "where to start".

walk through the preserves named of Heron.
No matter where a time you've may have been,
the Master's within,Angels singing here of Heaven.
So all We have perceived, artistical in beauty.
Musicals,written to Humility for Humanity.

So reach out,show the World, infused of such a taste,
breathe in it's design,state it's Honor, state it's case.
Long Grove, Illinois U.S.A. To the World, We All Embrace.

Why do things right
When you can always do it wrong
Me and the right way
Well, we've never got along
If you do it right the first time
The second time would be all alone
Why do things right
When you can always do it wrong

If you always did it right
They'd expect it all the time
Then if you made a mistake
Somewhere down the line
They'd all be flabbergasted
That's the best way to describe
If you ever got it wrong
Instead of getting right

So...

Why do things right
When you can always do it wrong
Me and the right way
Well, we've never got along
If you do it right the first time
The second time would be all alone
Why do things right
When you can do it wrong

You overwhelm me with the greatest happiness I have ever known
And yet I am still waiting for the other foot to drop
So I am ruined through my own unwillingness to simply accept the joy
I am stuck in a rut of fear, waiting for it all to dissipate so that I am alone again
Maybe this time is different, maybe you and I will be friends for ages
Always enjoying each other and our minds, both separate and together
I know I am handling this one differently, and perhaps you are too
I love who I am when I am with you, because I am my own pure, unadulterated self
I don't know if saying you bring out through best in me would be through truth
Because there are home awful parts that are me too
But you allow me to be me in the best way possible, and I feel liberated
Being your friend is a wonderful gift, and happenstance brought us together
I would be lost without you, yet I am lost with you too, so either way it would be the same
I do not depend on you, nor do I need you, but I do appreciate the company
I'm handling this one differently, and maybe you are too
Hopefully there is not another foot waiting to drop
Because I'm liking this way too much

the miles between point a
   and b are too many
but as always, the race begins

...and oh, yes
  i am in a race
of my own creation

brain calculates and recalculates
eyes darting
vehicles
    sunlight
road
    mirror
(is that an officer of the law?)

i practice the smoothest curves
   fluid motions
but at the same time
      sweet sassy maggy
follow the rules

don't forget the coffee for the love of god
    make it to the one gas station by 7
for fuck's sake, get around the blue car
   the black car
the raggedy old truck
        before the exit or you know
you. are. screwed. for. miles.

for christ's sake, use all your goddamn skill
   to get a around a stupid slow truck
farm equipment
      or a semi
before thou shall not pass
  or you know your rage will be uncontrollable

things are going well
   you feel confident...you will be on time
you are flying and no one can touch you
   your driving is flawless
       that crazy sun is shining
          and the bass is vibrating your bones

and then t i m e    s   l   o   w  s
    as William H. Macy, you see it
it's that fucking Kia Sportage

adrenaline shoots into my veins
  muscles tense
and i slam into manual
4....3
     take that!
       woman cruising like you're on a lazy sunday drive
          smoking a cigarette like it's 1950.
        
don't you know that i'm in a race,
     and you are my nemesis?