I find myself dreaming even when I am awake.
Of life and death and what they'll celebrate at my wake.
Of every death I've seen before and know what it is to feel
I cannot be, it can only be dreams, it's not real.
But what can I say but, "I hear and obey."?
There was once a priestess in the time before Exodus who spoke in defense of Israel before Pharaoh and did not cease speaking even as she was walked deep into the desert.
I know what it is to thirst.
There was once a child who loved winter and who fell through the ice.
I know what it is to drown.
There was once an elder who was learned of medicine, who had no children but saved orphans of warring towns.
I know what it is to live with purpose and die fulfilled.
So when I dream and in prayer I hear Him say
To speak as I have spoken,
To go forward without fear,
And to hear His calling to purpose.
What can I say but, "I hear and obey."?
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
I find myself dreaming even when I am awake.
In these dreams I am praying for Heaven's sake,
"Come quickly!" I cry "You must come and see!"
For instead of just one there are three!
Three young boys, all crying and full of goo,
They have come, my messengers, they have come.
It has not yet come to pass, this fate my dreaming makes...
But if it does, soon you will see in judgement Christ has come.
But if it doesn't, and I do not see those three same eyes staring back at me...
I must, as all before me, go to sleep in prayer for eternity.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC
of course I’m angry
of course I’m sad
of course I’m broken
of course I’m mad
of course I’m happy
I’m filled with light
I’m not one to look for a fight
I need not look far, you see,
the fight is between me and me
It’s a tiny typhoon,
with the weight of the moon,
It drags me down to the sea - with no light
I try and try with all my might
for years I struggle
for years I fail
to protect myself
I build my own jail
I am my own warden
I am my own bars
but you see the freedom
of my painted scenery
the walls of my cell - mirrors to reality
if the mirror is broken
well, seven years bad luck
but at this point I don’t think I give a ****
so please let me rest
so please give me peace
I’m ready for that one final test
but if today’s not my day to meet my Lord and Savior
I have faith that He awaits to see what I endeavour
to see if I struggle
to see if I care
to see if I fight
to see if I dare
I dare to dream
I dare to try
I dare to soar
I dare to fly
so from the sea I’ll breach my wings
and track Icarus’ fall from the Kings
for where he fell, so too shall I fly, to the moon and back - so dare shall I
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 7:39 PM UTC
Hey, I don't know if you know this, but I'm a hopeless romantic. actually, I'm a hopeful romantic, and I'm hopelessly in love with you.
I hope you can hear me because I sit here every night before bed and pray for our dreams to come true... but, I hardly ever see you... and you're so far away. Every night I look in the sky in the hopes to glimpse your shadow; but, only the stars twinkle back at me.
Peter Pan, I love you. Take me with you on your adventures! I want to live with you in your world.
You came and swept me off my feet and took me to our own Neverland. We climbed rocks and we were as tall as the mountains. We grew together and I want to grow with you forever. I'll be the second star on your right hand side and we shall be the flame that will shine brighter than any other. I know we will.
I know we will because I trust in us. I trust in you. Do you hear me? It doesn't really matter if you're here - I know you hear me. I know you know how I feel and I know you feel the same.
I've learned a lot about myself since you left and I don't really like what I'm seeing. I am learning to take what you've taught me so I can be the best person I can be. I'm learning.
I promise you, my love, I will love myself before your return. I promise I will always be loyal because I know that honesty is key. I promise to protect my own flame from the winds of others - just as you told me to.
It is your heart and soul that doesn't age but only grows wiser, because you're you... Peter Pan, and I'm your Lost Boy.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Love is like a river floating down stream
Just when the water stills, it merges with another
The rivers play, tossing the water around
Unbeknownst of the waterfall that's tumbling down
Together they fall, becoming one,
It's scary to fall, damage is done.
I've fallen before it's sad to say
Sometimes the river doesn't quite make the bay
But i hope and i pray that this river lasts
For i think I've found true love at long last.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
YES I'm a romantic, what's wrong with that?
The sound of the night makes me think of his laugh.
The crickets song, in all it's glory,
cannot compare to the sound of him snoring.
Silence, I find, is often quite scary...
but i love the silence when he's with me.
YES I'm a romantic I'm quite proud to say
that he makes me happy all night and all day.
I don't have much, but I have a dream and he's in it
with him charm and his looks and rather quick wit.
YES I'm in love with him I'm quite proud to say...
we fell in love in a car, driving across the bay.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
it's hard to hold tight
when you want to let go
its hard to not fight
against the dangers below
the path that i walk is one that's well tread
i dream a dream that others have led
but, i focus on that mountain
no, i wont take a bow
not until I'm up on that stage
and you look at me and say "how?"
how? because i fought
how? because i was taught
never forget the path that you choose
if you do that then i promise, you will never lose
this is my advice to those who follow me
stay true to yourself and you'll always be free
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Listen to my heart beat
For I cannot hear the sound.
Listen to the rhythm
As water pulls me down.
Listen for my call
For I cannot breathe.
Listen for the cackle
As the fire continues to seethe.
Listen for the silence
For that is our new beginning.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
born of magic, torn from life
cursed to feed on other's strife
immortal life is cursed indeed
living on a horrid greed
from year to year he wanders much
searching for his lover's touch
but there is beauty in self control
a glimpse of humanity left it's toll
for even though time has passed
there is nothing more pure than love that lasts
but with a soul in question, who would dare
to give their love into eternal despair
so a choice must be made
life for life forever is the trade
eternal damnation, that is the price
for love together, a homicidal vice
but no choice is made and time marches on
accidents happen and in a blink, she's gone
now he walks the beaten path
the ****** pilgrim, humanity replaced by wrath
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
Whether she blamed him or he blames she
The fall was always meant to be.
The gift of knowledge,
Forever blessed,
Born from the woman’s mess.
Yes it is she, she
Who stole the apple from the tree,
But it was also he, he
Who ate the fruit with glee.
Forgiven but yet to forget,
The malevolent serpent it was they met.
For even if the blame is on he or on she,
There would be no Eden without
A serpent and a tree.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC