I'd pull up in an old white Chevrolet,
promptly placed in park.
Stepping out to see your brilliance,
your face as pure as your heart.

I'd rush around the car,
run to sweet embrace.
Eye locked with eye,
putting lovers in their place.

I'd stumble for the handle,
to open up your door,
Peering through the window,
The keys are on the floor!

I'd turn around to tell you,
to see your smirking snare.
I'd ask you what's so funny?
You'd say, "I have a spare!"

In my mind I paint a picture,
there is no Chevrolet.
but as for that fair beauty,
perhaps I'll find her today.

If man knows not of love he is to have
How have he love what he cannot conceive.
Must love be planted lest it is foreknown?
The seed be sewn and stoic walls around
Like Jericho, they crumble to the ground.
By Christ your soul is lifted to the sun,
Lifted you'll be if God's pure work  be done.
Now Let him in, push pride and sin aside,
Or don't you know on that cross your God died.

Little flower vase
on the shelf
unoccupied
none but oneself
what can I do you for?
asked by he,
fill me up!
make me believe.
Show me the roots
inner discussion
outward formed
chest percussion.
Give me life
Give me green
flowered up
Endlessly

It's clear you've done no evil,
you've only done what's right.
But often times
you'll come to find
that its never quite enough.

You gave her half your world,
the other half to fight.
But every day
you'll hear her say
"I pray men like you should come my way."

You smile nonetheless
but it pains you to accept,
that you'll never be the man,
to give her the crown,
the crown she so desperately desires to wear.

Hold my heart,
Dear love of mine,
Open yours,
and let love shine.
In you I see,
a love with worth,
meant for me
from God at birth.
Hear me now,
oh love of mine,
place me in,
that heart of thine.
If I find,
a love so pure,
I will leave,
of that I'm sure.
I won't be pulled
from you.. I know.
For that pure love,
is what you hold.

Pick up a type writer,
to become a type fighter.
A soldier for the right,
truths hurt,
but lies bite.
Place pen to paper,
to guard, trim, and taper,
cut down the transgressions,
invoke love and confessions.
Speak out in loud tone,
Speak words into stone.
Hold voice on a platter,
Climb choice like a ladder.
Be strong now to influence,
give up for no instance.
Hold fast and stay strong,
sing clear your song.
Doubt not who you are...
...For your voice is heard far!

Words in your mind,
Turn sail of no ships.
Words intertwine,
through your mouth,
through your lips.
Words start a gust
to put boat underway
words are a must,
not tomorrow,
now today.
Words are to be spoken,
to find your belong.
Words are a token,
to be taken,
like song.
The LORD is word,
Through Soul, Power, and Might.
Place unto him,
The words of tonight.
Lest you'll lack rest,
Awake until dawn,
He's forever there,
singing your song.
<3

Make your choices son,
and be decisive.
The world makes quota,
for men like you.
"Mind over Heart,"
requirement entails.
I'm confident in you ..
.. your love never fails.

Be a guard son,
a protector of family.
The world has it out,
for men like you.  
"Let us in,"
the faithless say.
I'm confident in you ..
.. you're stronger by day.

Give yourself to GOD son,
a spiritual sentinel.
The Lord is hunting,
for men like you.
"Spread my love,"
I pray you will.
I'll always love you ..
.. when I've gone still.
<3

Behind your teeth,
an unsure smile?
You radiate a joy.
A joy inconceivable to some.
This joy, a joy desired by many.
Speak and pray tell,
the responsibility behind such happiness,
does it drain your soul?
Or fill it all the more.
I pray,
Should this excess become strenuous,
Lay down upon my shoulders.
Because I see you over there.
You're smiling,
and I like that.