It's beautiful
The way you ignore me
Or rather
The way you turn away
And it breaks my heart
But you're still beautiful that way

Selfish
Ungrateful
How hateful
Am I?
You're all that I asked for
But I said goodbye
How could I?
You are perfect
And ask little of me
Above me
Gods laughing
And basking
In irony

I'm so, so sorry

You notice the little things
The things I do barely
And warily
I loved you
But I still wasn't careful
I used you
And hurt you
And I miss everything of you
Though I still cannot love you

I want you to know

That if I ever do
I will never say no

life is a marathon
it isn't easy
it isn't graceful
it isn't pretty
times will come which are so dark
even the sunniest of days feels cold
evil men sow their sins from the shadows
and it stops you in your tracks
like hitting a runner's wall
breathless stinging lungs
scream out against the lack of oxygen
like silent voices mourning a waking nightmare
but even from under the umbra
we might find something
worth redeeming
a helping hand offering us some much needed hydration
or friendly words of encouragement from strangers
life is a marathon
and we can't allow the runner's wall
to stop us from moving forward
for the sakes of our brothers and sisters
who didn't get their fair chance
to cross the finish line

A redwrapped
foil held
biteful chocolate
heart

stashed in a yellow envelope
with handwriting that could be yours
on the outside.

For me.

It held more than --

It held clean kitchen counters
with crumbs swept daintily under appliances.
Gritty granules of yesterday hastily moved
to make more time.
Of clean floors,
wooden,
- for the bare feet -
and shoes, helterskelter -
        I did always intend to leave them tidy, but shoes have lives of their own
                 it seems.
- Never leave slippers in a cupboard,
you don't know what they might do
unattended --
I said.

Of wet sleeves
and damp tea towels
skinned over cupboard doors
with that scrubbed-clean
thoroughly-made-pink-from-the-evening scent.

washwet clothes dripping

but crisp new towels hanging hot
winter-fresh bedding

clothes always tangled on the floor
- for who has time to sort out socks when the body missing for months has finally come and bags are down toes out and hot water soap and hands together wet hair clean ready for cool shifting pillows and arms of dry towels -
before sun cuts skin and breakfast shouts in the morning.

i want you to know
that every time i see you

i see more of god's work in your life
his love in your eyes

baby we've been crying
these crocodile tears

and everyone said oh
those are just crocodile tears

but i know where i've been
and what you've seen

we were sitting cross legged
quiet and together

in the jungle
when the jungle started praying

started saying
oh crocodile tears

man of sorrows
walk this path with you

i don't know much of anything
i'm just a crocodile

crying prison chains
crying freedom songs

in a world
full of crocodiles

lean on my shoulder crocodile
crocodile let's go home

Here I am
Lost and confused
wanting to quit
wanting to give up
give up
Searching for my inner strength
Searching for my Identity

who am i?
Who am I?
That I'd give up on me
When everyone's gone
and abandoned
when hope seems to be all but lost....

you just hold on
hold on
to hope
to love
to life
to God
one must believe there is a purpose
to all this chaos

There is no book
nor manual
or directions to this life

mistakes shall be made
We'll turn around
and I'll find you
and you'll find me...

Together life shall be
in perfect harmony
It will be beautifully
distorted, with images
and ugly scars
but that's not the reason
why we chose each other.

I love you
and you love me
We look past all of this
and together we live
in perfect harmony

like a garden
left and abandoned
with no sun or rays of hope
with a lack of water
The plant should dwindle
Yet the magic is found within
because that's where the beauty appears

So don't give up
and don't lose hope
Don't forget
to love and forgive

This is your life
write your own tale
make the mistakes
find the hidden trail
own what you can
give when you can

Just don't give up
and don't lose hope
Don't forget
to love and forgive

I know its cliche
but since we only do live once
make it count
own your story and your problems
and together we can become one of the
Greats

It's one of those moments when
my eyes hurt from crying
with my entire heart and soul
for everything you've done for me

It's of those times when
every thing is important
from the smallest detail
to the deepest thought

It's one of those car ride when
I want time to stop
and allow me the eternity needed
to tell my friends how much I love them

It's one of those group of guys
that know me better than anyone.
Each and every man, I could call upon
at a moment's notice: they would be there

But I hope for more than this,
In the midst of this blissful perfection
I hope this isn't the end,
but the start of a wonderful beginning.

And I hope that this one moment,
this one time, this one car ride,
this one group of guys,
is never forgotten, never left behind.

I hope this all becomes
more than anyone thought possible

I hope this moment becomes a state of mind.
I hope this one time becomes a lifetime.
I hope this one car ride becomes an everlasting roller-coaster.
I hope this group becomes all humanity.

Now we're laughing, now we're crying,
and I believe heaven looks a lot like this.

Now we're called, now we're beckoned,
to bring heaven down to earth,
Time and time again.

If Love is like a River,
I hope one day,
we flow into the Ocean,
merging together as one.

And though we still have questions,
and we all still have problems,
and of course, we're still imperfect,
Hope endures within us all.

For Love is the goal,
the sea we all seek,
and it is a daily decision,
our own personal river.

And right now, the sea
looks so close, but so far away.
But one thing I know for sure,
is the Love in this moment.

Now don't ever let it go.

Echoing voice of the moonlit night
Foresee but unarmored from past,
Fragmented heart of broken lights;
Unraveling miseries already did last.

Drowned by tears of years were lost
From crawling those diverging roads,
Victim of dying embers found his cost;
Resemblance of faith is in the woods.

But God above guided his way home
And dry every little river in his mind,
Mournful shadows are still unknown;
Embers of souls are always in divine.